Author: Jas Masson
Title: D/s Interlude II: The Car
Rating: NC17
Pairing: M/Sk
Category: PWP, BDSM
Warning: Explicit *non-disciplinary* D/s spanking and
m/m sex. And foul language. We all know he doesn't
mean it, though.
Summary: None. I mean it. No plot at all!!
Oh god, there are still people here. What the fuck
are they still doing here? Don't they have lives? I
conveniently forget how late I've worked at the office
on more than one occasion before we became involved.
Now I try to leave as soon as possible; the days at
work seem much longer, and the nights so much shorter.Walter swipes his card through the machine and we
enter the Hoover building parking lot. We are silent
as we go down to the next level; this one is much too
busy. He goes down to the lowest level, with only one
car still parked there. He drives over to a corner
parking space, previously identified as one of the few
on each floor away from the cameras. He pulls up and
parks, turning off the engine.We sit there in silence for a few moments. I stare in
front of me, every sound unnaturally loud. I feel his
eyes on me, hot and penetrating. I tell myself not to
look, not to meet his eyes, but I have to. His gaze
compels me, as it always does on these nights.God. His eyes are so deep, so hot, I feel I could
fall into them and keep falling. Drowning in dark,
sweet syrup. Maybe I will. Yes. I know, as I look
at him, tonight I will."Get out."
His voice is as dark and compelling as his eyes. And
I move to obey without question.It's cold outside but that's not what makes me shiver
as our eyes meet and hold. We haven't spoken about
why he's brought me here, of all places, nor will we,
but we both know.I did it again today. Rubbing myself against him as I
passed, arguing with the look in my eyes he knows so
well, provoking... arousing. Reveling in the power of
my body, my personality, of ME over him. Now it's
time to revel in his power. I know he wanted me then,
could see the fire in his eyes. Could see the passion
burning inside him. Now it's my turn to feel the
burn. I shiver in anticipation."Take off your jacket."
I do and hand it to him. He lays it over the car,
carefully, over the hot hood, but not he cool wheel
arch. We're so close to where we work, so close to
the office where people see us every day. I shiver
again. Someone could come down here. Could see us,
easily.He pulls me over to the car and I stand by the wheel.
He whispers in my ear, "Drop your pants, Fox."
Again, I obey immediately, unbuckling my belt, and
letting my pants fall to the floor."And boxers, Fox."
The air is cool and arousing about my naked ass. I
become sharply aware that we are outside, in public."Bend over."
His voice is low and smooth as honey, sending another
shiver down me. I go to bend over the car, but a
large, strong hand on my arm stops me. "Now Fox, you
know better than that. What do you say when I give
you an order?""Yes, Master." My voice is just as low but not as
smooth; rough and aching. I ache already, with the
knowledge that he is here, that he wants me so much
and that he HAS me. I see it in his eyes every day,
know it in a thousand different ways, but on nights
like tonight I *feel* it all the way through me.He lets go of my arm and I bend over the car, I hiss
at the shock of the cool metal against my hot
genitals. I shift uncomfortably, the sensation of the
hot bonnet under my chest, through my clothes and the
cool metal against my naked groin feels strange. The
cold dulls my arousal slightly and I think that
probably, this early, that's a good thing. He steps
away from me, and I know he's looking at me. I flush
under his scrutiny but my arousal returns in full
force. The thought of him watching me always touches
me deeply. My knowledge of how intensely he needs to
see me builds my arousal.I wait for him to touch me. I know he will. His own
strange slavery to me. There it is. I sigh happily
as his warm hand brushes gently, almost feather-light,
almost unnoticeable against the smooth naked skin of
my buttocks. He never spanks me, or hurts me, without
that gentle touch. We don't mention it but I remember
it all through the night. No matter what we do, or
what he says, that touch always stays with me,
branding me as deeply as any blow. I need the blows,
and so does he but I need the touch too... and so does
he.He pulls away and spreads my legs roughly. I wait for
the first blow, tensing my buttocks. His hand comes
down hard on my naked bottom, the first stinging slap
making me gasp. The sound of the hand on my naked
flesh ridiculously loud in the quiet of the parking
lot. He smacks me again and the heat runs all the way
through me. He continues to spank me thoroughly, not
an inch of my bare bottom left untouched. The heat of
the stinging slaps flows all through my body,
centering in my groin. I'm wriggling under his firm
hand, moaning as my hot flesh stings, rubbing my groin
against the smooth hard metal of the car.He stops and chuckles softly, "So hot, aren't we,
little slut, hmm?" He reaches between my legs and
finds my straining erection. I jerk helplessly as he
squeezes my aching flesh. I buck again as his other
hand smacks my bottom unexpectedly. "Hmm?" he
repeats."Y-yes Master." I reply, breathlessly. He squeezes me
again in reward and I groan. "I'll bet you're ready
right now little slut, hmm?""Yes Master."
Another squeeze, another groan. "Would you like that?
Shall I part your hot, pink, stinging cheeks and give
you the good, hard fucking you need?" His voice is so
deep, the images send unbearable shudders of arousal
through me.My groans are louder, "Oh God, yes Master, please."
"Do you think you've suffered enough?"
"Yes, Master, please, I need you now."
The smack is harder than the previous ones and makes
me jerk and yelp, followed by a groan as the movement
pulls my cock in his hand."Who decides when you've had enough little slave?" he
asks roughly."You," I cry out, "You do Master. I'm sorry Master."
"That's right." He pauses, "And why is that?" His
voice is suddenly intent and I answer instantly, the
absolute truth."Because I'm your's, Master."
He growls his approval and pats my stinging bottom
gently."And you haven't had enough, little, slut, have you?
Not by a long way."I groan in response, but stay in position as he pulls
away.He returns a moment later and pulls my hands behind my
back, handcuffing them in place. He bends over and
whispers softly in my ear, "Not by a long way."I yelp as the leather strap makes stinging contact on
my naked bottom, a streak of fire across the center of
my cheeks. I yelp and wriggle frantically to relieve
some of the sting. He chuckles again, "You'd better
be quieter, little slut, unless you want someone to
come down here."I gasp, realizing I'd forgotten we were in public, and
bite my lip as the strap descends quickly three more
times on my sensitive, throbbing flesh."Would you like that? You're such a picture, little
slut, bent over, your bare bottom glowing and
wriggling under my strap."The vivid picture pops into my head. The thought of
someone seeing me like this overwhelms me and I groan
at the stab of almost painful arousal it causes. The
thought of someone seeing us like this, seeing how I
belong to him, and how he belongs to me makes my
entire body throb in response.The next blow catches the tender undercurve of my
buttocks and I choke out a sob. He strikes again in
the same place, and my tender, throbbing flesh feels
aflame."They'd see your hot, red little bottom writhing, hear
your sobs and maybe they'd feel sorry for you."My bottom throbs and I wriggle, helplessly trying to
relieve some of the sting in my tender flesh. I cry
out as the strap strikes again and again on my most
sensitive flesh, the pain in my hot, helpless, bare
bottom causing me to sob."Oh, stop, Master, please stop."
"Oh yes. They'd see your pretty, red bottom trembling
and think I should stop... but I'd only have to turn
you round wouldn't I?"He grabs my arm and spins me around. I cry out as my
tender naked flesh comes into contact with the car,
and he takes my straining erection in his hand. He
strokes my cock lightly, and I thrust frantically into
his hand. He allows me a few thrusts, before pulling
his hand away.I cry out, "Oh, Master, please, please..."
"What would you tell them, hmm. When they see your
desperate, straining cock, your tear-stained face and
your hot, trembling, well-spanked bottom? Hmm?
What?""That I'm your's Master," I babble, "That I belong to
you.""That's right," he growls softly in my ear, his breath
hot against my neck, causing me to shiver, "You're
mine and if I want to spank your tight ass I will, and
if I want to leave your cock quivering and desperate I
will.""Oh, no Master, please don't, please let me come,
Master, please..." I struggle unconsciously against
my handcuffs.He laughed softly again, "Maybe. But now I'm going to
bend you back over that car and give you the good,
hard fucking you deserve. Would you like that?""Oh God, yes Master, please, fuck me."
He spins me back round and bends me over, kicking my
legs apart. He growls, "Oh they'd love to see you.
You're so beautiful like this, so desperate, your hot,
quivering little ass begging to be taken, oh yes. But
your mine aren't you?"He thrusts one slick finger roughly in me and I groan
desperately, "Yes, Master, yours."He twists the finger inside me, brushing my prostate.
I cry out, "Only yours Master. Only you."He groans in response and bends over, pressing against
by back as he pushed in another finger, "Only you," he
repeats in a whisper, so softly I can barely hear it
against my neck.Finally I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing
against me and groan as he pushes firmly inside me
with one smooth stroke. I spread my legs wider, and
he gives me only a moment before he starts pounding
into me. I sob against the car as he fills me,
pleasure and pain overwhelming me as he fucks my
tender ass ruthlessly. My cock rubs slickly against
the smooth metal of the car, but not with enough
friction to come as he relentlessly rubbed against my
prostate.He comes inside me, filling me with warmth, and
collapses on my back, breathing heavily. I wriggle
underneath him, trying futilely to get enough friction
from the smooth metal and to relieve the sting in my
hot bottom.He pushes himself up and turns me around again. I
fight for breath as he gently strokes my desperate
cock. "Please, Master," I whisper, "Please,
please..."He raises my chin, "Look at me, " he commands.
I open my eyes and meet his through tear-filled eyes.
He pushes one hand between my legs and thrusts his
finger into me, making me buck helplessly, he then
grasped my cock and began to pump. Groaning, I look
transfixed into his deep, dark eyes; holding feelings
and promises we never usually say. He mouths
something as I stare at him. It looked like "Only
you."My orgasm overwhelms me, and the last thing I remember
is his strong arms coming around me to catch me as I
crumple to the ground.
I awake as he puts me in the car, the handcuffs
removed and fully dressed, moaning gently as my sore
bottom hits the seat.As we drive away in sated silence, I notice with the
shock the other car on our floor has already gone.
Finis
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