“It’s not!” Her blush was mild but visible, then Red shook her head. Her hand paused in its work between her legs.
“It is our agreement. Which is your doing. You agreed. Keep going. Keep fucking yourself. Do it!”
She jerked and pinched her lips together as if rethinking this. Then… then I watched as she slowly inserted her finger inside herself. Watching her do that on my command was as fascinating as the first time I’d made her come in that alleyway in Cuba. My dick throbbed.
“Good girl. You see, Red, no matter what I can make you do, right now I am not. Not the way I used to… and you agreed to be mine until we part. Yes?”
“I suppose.”
Grudgingly said. I chuckled. I liked this… this painstakingly extracted submission.
“From now on, this is how it will be.”
Unless I absolutely had to do mesmer shit. Such as when I wanted to make her come like a nuke exploded inside her.
I leaned over and twisted to place my hand on hers, feeling the pump of it as she delved inside her own cunt, hearing the sharpening of her breaths.
“Keep going. Watch the road and yeah, I’m not letting you come.” I shifted over further, stretching the seat belt, slipping my left hand down the slope of her thigh until my finger could squeeze into her cunt alongside her own. “Work it. Let me feel you get sopping wet.”
Already she was leaking onto those cute panties. My finger had no trouble joining in. The feel of her clamping down onto me… those little moans. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it through my pants.
Red muttered some curse, writhing on the spot. “I can’t drive safely.”
“You can. When we stop, if you’ve been really good, maybe then you can come. After I fuck your brains out.”
Gently, I pulled the straps of her white dress off her shoulders and exposed her bra, pulled that down too and scooped out both breasts. Breathtaking – no matter how many times I saw her. Then… then I toyed with her to my fucking heart’s content.
She wanted me to let her go once she had ‘taught’ me how to be a human?
A good human she thought I’d meant. Wrong.
I was not going to let her go.
I kissed the side of her ear, softly, and whispered, “No coming. Even when I pinch your nipples and shove a dildo up you. No coming. Got that?”
“Uh. ’Kay.” She sucked in her lower lip as I pulled her hand from between her legs and placed it back on the wheel.
Her hands flexed, her fingers opened and closed, but the vehicle steered straight and in its lane. We might crash? If I went too far.
“Watch your steering. And keep those legs open.” The ute was an automatic and easy to drive. “The rest stop that’s on the map should be another five minutes of driving.”
I fetched the big rubbery cock from my bag and began to worm it between her legs. Her whining was cute, as was how she shuddered and squirmed as I fed the monstrous thing deeper…
Damn, damn, and damn again. Eyes wide, I stared at that black veiny monster as it vanished into her, only to reappear on the outward stroke all shiny and sticky.
I was never letting her go. I could be good on the surface, enough to make her think I had lost my badness.
She would beg me to keep her before I was done.
As if to underline the shrewdness of my strategy, a trucker went past then stayed level with us as I fucked that thing in and out of her cunt, in small increments. When I bent and sneaked a look out the window, he was there, looking down at her, his elbow on the window. He gave me a thumbs up and a grin.
Her tits were still bare, and I caressed them when my hand was free of dildo, getting her nipples harder, lightly smacking and squeezing them. Leaving the black dong stuck in her with the weight of her breast in my hand, and knowing she had an audience – I could’ve jacked off in seconds, same as that truck passenger was likely doing.
A pity I couldn’t let her come.
“Dirty girl, Red.” I admonished. “The seat is getting fucking wet, but you are entertaining that trucker.”
With teeth gritted, she roused enough from what I was doing to mutter a few more swear words. I shoved the dildo in full depth and shushed her squeaking cry, then slid my finger across the length of her mouth.
The car swerved and zigged a little. I glanced through the windshield to check our direction. Her hands were gripping the wheel as if glued there, but her aim was good.
“Keep watching the road. You can do it. I know you can.” I turned back to her. “Lick me. Suck me. Let me see your tongue sliding over my finger as you do it.”
CHAPTER 8
ISAK
The rest stop was about where I’d predicted it would be. Several minutes before we pulled into it, I’d ceased to tease her. A tarred road led into a sheltered crescent off the main highway. The rest stop had the minimum facilities – toilets, a BBQ area that was little more than a fireplace, and seating under the trees.
The ground was hard-packed and mostly bare earth with scatterings of dry leaves and tufts of pale green grass. The gum trees were giants. Some had cracked apart or lost limbs. They bore the scars of hard living.
So did Red. I smiled as I exited. She was somewhat disheveled.
She waited inside, adjusting her clothing and watching me as I rounded the front of the car. I yanked open the door.
“Out.” I looked about
