Date Night Pt 01 9

I heard the familiar ticking of the turning signal and the car began to slow. With my head still below the dashboard, I couldn't see a thing. Before pulling my head into his lap, I saw the direction we'd started in but by now we'd made so many turns I had no idea where we were and still no clue what was on the agenda for tonight.

And Sir was being particularly cryptic about his plans. I hate his little smirk. The smirk that tells me he knows something good, and sure, he'll let me in on it...on his terms.

The brat in me loves it and hates it. I've made sure to pepper him with questions, fishing for clues since we left the house. All it earned me was his cock in my mouth to keep me quiet and a promise that if I let him slip out of my mouth even once before we got to our destination, he'd call the whole thing off. So here I am, pouting to myself, but with his semi-erect cock in my mouth which I won't necessarily complain about. Not to mention the jeweled plug I've had in my ass for the last 30 minutes.

After the turn, the crunch of gravel replaced the asphalt under the car and the car finally came to a stop. Eager to finally sit upright, I almost released him. Sir's hand quickly came down on my head.

"Now, now Kitten. Don't be too eager. It tends to get you in trouble and I'd hate for you to ruin your surprise." He pat the back of my head in a patronizing way. If I didn't have his dick between my lips, I'd have a few words for him.

Patience. I'm sure this will all be worth it, I assured myself.

I huffed around his thick head, fighting a smile but resolving to be patient. It wasn't often he tried to surprise me and I didn't want to ruin it if he's gone through so much trouble to keep it a surprise. I felt him lean over me and heard what sounded like the glove compartment, opening and closing. I heard the crinkle of plastic being turned over and torn into. My eyes narrowed. My patience was being tested. Well, with the car being in park and Sir being distracted by whatever packaging he currently struggled with, why shouldn't I play a little game of my own?

My tongue swirled around his head and I felt his cock jump a bit in response. I love it when his cock starts off with so much potential. To feel it growing, getting thicker in my mouth, savoring the gradual change from an appendage at rest to an engorged spear... the skin around his shaft felt smoother, growing tighter as he began to take up a bit more space in my mouth. The sound of plastic stopped and I heard the softest moan escape his lips. I moved, adjusting to slide a bit more of him into my mouth when I felt a hand move into my hair and gripped hard. I heard a deep chuckle and then, "Oh no you don't." I paused for the briefest second and then swirled my tongue around his head again. I didn't think the grip in my hair could get tighter but it did. His voice dropped an octave and he growled, "Kitten...behave." So much for a distraction...I pulled my tongue back and settled back into my seat.

I huffed again.

"If you're going to insist on being a brat, then I have no problem turning this car around and going home. Are you going to behave or are we going to go home?"

I rolled my eyes, though he couldn't have noticed. Just as well because that might have been strike three for me, and Sir is nothing if not a man of his word. I nodded and as best as anyone could, with a mostly erect sizable cock in their mouth, I told him, "I will behave"...though it sounded more like, Ah wohll 'ehove.

Silence. "Do you have anything else to say?"

"Ahm 'owwy." I'm sorry.

Silence.

"Ahm 'owwy, 'uh." I'm sorry, Sir.

"Better." The sound of plastic ripping open continued and the plastic was tossed on the floor at Sir's feet. "Close your eyes."

As usual, I did as I was told. Fabric covering my eyes only added to the darkness and my heart skipped a beat as I realized he wasn't going to let me see a damned thing. We'd talked about sensory deprivation once upon a time and in the comfort of our own home, we've toyed with being walked around while blindfolded. But that was in our living room, our bedroom, our hallway. I had no idea where we were. Who was here...or what he would have me do.

"You can sit up now."

Bracing my hands, I pressed against his thighs and the seat, slowly adjusting to being upright again. I couldn't see anything. Not even the tiniest ray of light was piercing the fabric.

"Forward," Sir commanded.

I sat ramrod straight in the passenger seat, facing what I thought was the front of the car since I couldn't see anything. I assumed the position we'd practiced for years. Good posture: shoulders back, hands palm-down on my thighs. Lips firm and knees together, the butt plug suddenly becoming more pronounced.

Sir asked me to stay in the car; said that he was trusting me to keep my hands in my lap and, "Be a good girl". He planted a kiss on my cheek before slipping out of the driver's seat, shutting the door behind him.

The silence in the cab of the truck was suddenly so deafening. I bit my lip. I couldn't even look at my watch to see the time. My ears pricked at the slightest sound, but nothing sufficiently filled the void. I hated the sudden loneliness, being bereft of companionship and stimulation. My hands tugged at the hem of my dress before finding each other, each hand taking turns to pick at the nails of the other. My hands itched to touch the blindfold, feel the fabric, determine how big it was, how was it attached.

No. Sir had instructed me to keep my hands in position, to be a good girl. "I will be a good girl. I will be a good girl."

I pressed my eyes closed behind the blindfold, tighter and tighter, an attempt to forget that I had been forbidden to see. I squirmed, initially focused on the pressure building in my throat and chest but also becoming increasingly aware of the plug again. The squirming, a lot more intentional this time, gave me an opportunity to focus on that sensation. Not only could I feel the plug keeping me full but I could also feel the slickness pooling at just about the same spot. I squirmed a little harder.

The possibilities of things to come flooded back to me. I smiled at how Sir could make me feel, sometimes without even touching me. The memory of his voice in my ear, the heat of his breath on my skin, and the sensation of his beard grazing me... an involuntary moan escaped and I smiled at the sound.

The knock at the passenger window startled me and I almost tore the blindfold off my face. I heard the laughing on the other side of the window and knew it was Sir. My heart still somewhat in my throat, I wanted to strangle him. The car door opened and I could tell by the lilt in his voice that he was still smiling.

"Sorry, sorry! You looked like you were enjoying yourself and I felt a little inclined to watch you a little." He took my hand and asked me to turn my legs towards him. As I slid out of the truck and onto the gravel, I reminded him to grab my purse as the toy he asked me to bring was in there. The door shut behind me and I expected to be led away from the vehicle. Instead, he pushed me back against the truck and pressed his body against mine. He was no lean man. Pick any part of him and it would be muscular and strong. I felt every inch of his body against mine and his breath in my face. I sighed, surrendering to him yet again.

"How does it feel? Knowing you were being watched? That someone was spying on you?"

I trembled at the thought. My heart was still racing and if anyone had asked me why, I would have said because he scared the shit out of me but I knew that wasn't true. As he was pressed against me, the core of my sex swelled, filled with need and crying for attention. My pussy was hungry. And to be honest, I wanted to imagine the look on his face as he watched me squirm in my seat, chasing my own arousal. I wanted to imagine him smiling. I wanted to imagine him, licking his own lips and feeling an ache of his own as he played the voyeur.

I swallowed hard and parted my lips with considerable effort.

"I don't have the words to describe it, Sir. Can I show you instead?"

Without waiting for a response, my hand found his and drew it down between our bodies. I pulled his hand under my dress until his fingers found the pooling wetness between my legs. I heard him chuckle; I could feel him smile against my cheek.

"Oh Kitten...it seems like you really enjoyed it. We might need to explore that little development further. Another day."

He withdrew his hand and I was met with the sound of lips smacking. The same fingers touched my lips, the smell of my own arousal evident and unmistakable. "A little bit for me..." The fingers then spread my own wetness across my bottom lip. "And a little bit for you."

"But what I need you to do right now is follow me. We're going to take it slow and we will get to where we are going...but you need to trust me. Do you trust me?" Without hesitation, I replied, "Without a doubt."

He took my hand in his, lifting it to his lips and planting the lightest of kisses on my fingers.

"Then let the games begin."