He didn't like this. I wasn't supposed to move my hands, I was supposed to be able to take this. He grunted and took hold of my shoulders with both hands. He spun me around shoved me hard back against the car. I got my first glimpse of him through my dazed vision. Tall, thin but solid. He had dark hair that was mostly covered by a wide brimmed hat. A long trench and dark clothing hid what I knew was a gorgeous, hard man. How many times had I worshiped this body? How many times had I kissed those boots in the throes of subspace? This was not like that. He had come to me in my own space. He was taking from me what he wanted without the protection of a club. He grimaced with malicious intent.
He pulled down my jacket so that it tangled around my wrists, keeping them behind my back. He pressed one hand against my cunt, slowly circling and pushing inward without penetrating. With his other hand he slipped a small knife from his belt. I heard the clip release the small curved blade. He touched the freezing metal to my stomach, slowly caressing with the flat side. He worked his way downward and dug under the waistband of my tights. No sooner had he turned the blade up against the fabric did the nylon split open. I gasped with the display of sharpness and skill. He continued downward to cut open my panties. He immediately replaced my underwear with his hand. Cupping my mound, fingertips splitting me open, his entire body radiated a heat that I sunk into.
Again my knees gave out and he caught me by my neck. He knew exactly how much pressure to apply and I could feel my vision slipping with delicious oblivion creeping in from the corners. He leaned in, again pressing my body against the metal. His face was very close to mine and he whispered in my ear. He demanded I get in the back seat. That I suck his cock until he told me to stop. He told me that I would then eagerly ride him in the backseat of my own car like a filthy teenager. He told me that I could scream and moan and make any noise I wanted after the door was shut. He said that I was not allowed to orgasm until he said so, if he said so. He told me that I was there for his pleasure that when he came it would be all over my clothes and that I would have to drive home that way and clean myself later. He told me that I will need to scream because he was not going to make this easy for me, that I was not going to enjoy it, that it would not be over quickly. I thought I had heard that line from somewhere but my brain was not functioning on that level any more.
Pinned against my car, surrounded by this man, my body shook uncontrollably. My hips heaved forward, desperate for more. He released my throat and as blood and air surged through me we rushed into the backseat and we fucked. We fucked like rabid hungry animals. His cock filled me in every way. Sweat built on both of us mingling and lubricating our movements. The car rocked and scorched with our heat. Without thinking I came over and over and he slapped me hard for being such a bad girl. His last few thrusts nearly unbearable, and true to his word he pulled out and came all over me.
After mutual panting and slowing heartbeats he roughly shoved me to the side toppling me off his lap. I laid crooked and used, filthy and exhausted across my backseat. Without looking at me, he calmly zipped up. Ran his fingers through his hair and replaced his hat. He got out of my car, scooped up my discarded purse and keys and tossed them across my devastated body. He closed the door and a walked away. Just like that.
