Page 31 of Devil's Bargain

“Look at me!”

I meet his gaze, and his taunting smirk makes me want to punch him or sit on his face. It’s a hard choice.

He pushes me back against the steering wheel so he can watch his dick slide in and out. The grip on my throat tightens as he groans and starts thrusting from beneath. “Fuck!”

I moan. I don’t mean to, but it slips out. “I hate you!”

He leans in close, sucking on my nipple and making me moan again before whispering, “That’s why you love this so much!”

I’m right on the edge. I feel it building inside as I straighten up and ride him, my tits bouncing in his face. I’ve lost all inhibition.

His smirk is smug and knowing. He nibbles on my sensitive skin and pulls my nipple between his teeth.

“Oh god!” I moan, testing my restraints, my thighs burning from exertion.

He sinks his teeth into the flesh above my nipple again and chuckles, his warm breath wafting over the sheen of sweat on my skin. Then he lets go of my neck, twists my hair around his wrist and whispers in my ear, “Such a good little slut!”

His filthy, demeaning words tip me over the edge, and I tumble down into an abyss of forbidden pleasure.

Every muscle in my body tightens. My pussy clamps down on his cock, pulsing.

“Good girl!” he praises, reaching between our bodies to pinch my too-sensitive clit. “Come on my cock!”

I try to move away from his touch, but I can’t with my wrists tied behind my back and his hand in my hair. I’m trapped in place while he flicks my clit until I wiggle to get away.

He finally lets me. “Get back in your seat.”

Moving between two car seats with your hands tied behind your back is not easy, but I manage it somehow. My hair is in my face, and my shoulders ache as I lean back against my headrest.

He strokes his dick and beckons me over. “Come here. I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours!”

I watch his big hand work his cock. Up and down.

When I don’t make a move to obey, he leans between the seats and fists my hair. “I gave you a fucking order, slut!”

I whimper, but not in fear. My clit is throbbing with need. Again.

He guides me down with his hand in my hair. I shift onto my knees and swirl my tongue over the bulbous head, tasting myself on him, but he’s not in the mood for teasing.

Pushing on the back of my head, he lifts his hips off the seat and thrusts into my mouth.

I gag as he hits the back of my throat, again and again.

“Fuck! Just like that!” he grunts, pulling my hair up in a ponytail.

The gearstick digs into my belly, and I swallow his release as his loud groan cuts through the silent night.

His breathing returns to normal. He pushes me off him and tucks himself away before opening the glove box and pulling out his wallet.

My tits are still out, and my hands are tied behind my back as he pulls out a wad of cash and throws it in my lap.

He switches off the hazard lights and flicks off the interior light, bathing the inside of his car in suffocating darkness.

We pull away from the roadside.

“Mr. Scott,” I whisper, my eyes stinging with tears of shame. “I need to get dressed. My hands are still tied behind my back.”

Silence.

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