Chapter 30 - Car ride
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"Where do you want to go?"
"It would be easier if it would be a night."
"Yeah," he smirked
I was thinking for a bit, exploring the city in my mind, imagining places I knew to find one secluded enough that no one could catch us mid-day making love in the car.
"I think I may have an idea," he said suddenly and started driving. "It's an empty road. It goes to some old factory that no one used in ages."
"How do you know about it?"
"I keep driving there when I feel low."
"Do you drive there like you did that Wednesday?"
He looked at me with sad eyes. I felt chills. He never was this stoic person, was he? I was right. It was a mask he developed. He missed the trill, just covered it with calmness and control. That's why he loves being so dominated during sex.
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"Then step on it. I want to fuck you so hard your moans will be heard over here."
He looked at me with an edgy look and changed the gears. At least if we die, we won't have to deal with Ash.
Nathaniel knew the roads well. The way he moved behind the wheel was something I had never noticed before. He looked so strong, so compelled and focused. His features were solid, and his changing gears made my dick twitch each time I saw that. How come he never had sex in the car? If he ever drove any woman, she had to mount him the second he stopped. I didn't even watch the road, just him steering the wheel. I never realized driving could be hot until I saw Nathaniel do it.
We stopped, and he looked at me.
"We are here."
"Good."
There was this unbearable tension in his eyes. He was angry, sad, and relieved, as if he wanted to enjoy this precious time with me, yet couldn't forgive me for the pain I had caused him.
"You want to punish me, boy, do you?"
"Yes," Nate didn't want to struggle for dominance. He didn't want to be fucked. I could see he wanted to fuck me, destroy me, and own me. I've seen enough doms in my time to know this look. I don't mind bottoming sometimes, but I never genuinely enjoyed being the inferior. Was that why I broke up with Ben? I don't want to think about that now.
Nathaniel still waited, staring at me. I think we both knew that the dynamic between us just got broken somehow.
This was not the place and time for talks about reasons why I did leave him. This was the time to decide whether I was willing to be punished for it. Damn! I hoped this would go down differently.
"I am yours, Nathaniel, do with me as you please."
His features softened a little. There was even this slightest smile on his lips for a moment.
"Get out then."
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My head still hurt. Thankfully, I wasn't sick, so I managed to step out of the car at least a little gracefully. I looked around, and we were on some little clearing surrounded by trees and a dirt road by which we probably got here. It was nearly noon, and the sky was cloudy. It was about 50 degrees, not the best time to have sex outdoors. Yet Nate came out as well and shut the door behind him.
"Strip."
"It's a bit cold, Nate."
"It's nowhere near freezing," he was serious.
"Fine." I took off my jacket and threw it on the hood. I looked at him.
"Continue."
I pulled the shirt over my head, and my nipples shrunk from the cold air. He just stood there watching me. I think he spent too much time with Tom. My little chameleon.
"All of it."
"Shoes too?"
"Yes."
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I looked beneath myself, and the ground seemed soft, yet I wasn't thrilled to be buck-naked in the middle of some city forest, not knowing when someone would come. In these times, people were getting increasingly frustrated staying inside, and you could meet more people in the woods than in some malls.
I took off my shoes and socks and, looking him deep in those eyes, pulled the slacks down as well. I could see he was slightly aroused by all this, I have to say I wasn't, yet I was willing to try it for him.
Nate came over, looking all over my body. It was chilly, manageable for some time, but uncomfortable. He leaned to my neck, and I could hear him sniffing my neck below my ear. Satisfied tingling ran all over my body, and I closed my eyes. I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he touched my collarbone and traveled with it to my shoulder and arm. He took it gently, putting it behind my back as he stared into my eyes from not even a few inches.
"Hands behind your back."
I gently smiled at him and complied. It wasn't my style, it was ages since I'd been in this position, but I must admit he was hot as fuck ordering me like this.
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He let me stand there, and I started to shake from cold slightly as he traveled over my body, sniffing me. Then he pulled my nipple, and I hissed. Nate then looked at me and bit it. I moaned, watching him. He licked it and let go of it, letting the cold air do its torture.
Nate seemed not at all comfortable in this role. Yet I suppose, as with everything he tried in life, he was determined to see it through. He licked my neck and sent waves of pleasure to my dick, followed by rapid coldness on that spot, tormenting it straight after.
He was doing this on purpose. Licking and teasing parts of my body, letting them then on the cold freezing. I started shaking, but I had to say this slow punishment started to make me horny. He never kissed me once. I followed his lips every time he was near. My mouth opened in expectation, yet without relief, I watched him move away every time. I was frustrated, cold, and horny, but my dick was too cold to grow.
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"Bent over the hood. Keep the hands as they are," he pushed on my upper back, and I did as he told me. The metal was even colder, and I couldn't help but hiss as my bare chest lay on it.
"Stay like that," he went somewhere and returned with the thick rope one uses when one needs to tow someone's car. Nate took some time to tie my hands with the rope, and then part of it wrapped over my neck. He was considerate of me to breathe normally, but at the same time, if I pulled my hands too low, the rope tugged on the front of my neck, essentially choking me. Did he let the motor run?
I felt his hands on my ass, fondling it at spreading my cheeks. Then he slapped me, and I yanked my torso up, resulting in catching my breath because of that rope.
"Fuck!"
"Fuuuck!" This scream was one of pleasure as I felt his tongue dove into my asshole. I tilted my head back in ecstasy, fuck how I have missed this. The cold started to be bearable and the rope arousing, all that thanks to that fantastic tongue. I moaned as he knew exactly what I needed, and he moved with determination. I spread my legs more and pushed my butt to his face when sudden sharp pain ran through me, and a slapping sound rang in my ears.
I screamed in surprise and frustration. He slapped me again harder, and I groaned, turning to him. Then he again started rimming my hole, and I crossed the line between pain and pleasure in seconds. Then he did it again! Making me moan and suddenly slapping me. He then did it so many times, and in such random intervals, I was soon shaking not only from the cold but also fear and expectation.
Fuck! He never spends another minute alone with Tom if I can help it. Damn it!
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Finally, I heard him stand behind me, thinking this would be the end.
He tugged on the rope pulling me to him and turning me around. The hood was warmer, but I was now shaking uncontrollably. He took my head into his arms and kissed me hard, making me sway, moaning into his mouth as I could finally taste his lips. He led me to the back seat and laid me there. The inside of the car was warm, and my body broke into goosebumps from that sudden temperature change. He watched me as he took the shirt off his chest and stood like that in that cold. Then he pulled his trousers down and stood naked in front of me.
