Page 30 of Devil's Bargain

The amber glow of the streetlights comes in soft waves. I glance at him. His face is in half shadow, which makes him look dangerous. If it was anyone else, the word I’d use would be ‘mysterious,’ but that description doesn’t fit. There’s a darkness about him that makes me feel claustrophobic as the seatbelt traps me to the seat. “Where are we going?”

Silence.

I chance another look. We’re not on the main road anymore, and the streetlights are far and few between. The only illumination in the car is the light coming from the dashboard behind the steering wheel. I can’t see much outside either. We’re driving down a long, deserted road flanked by tall pine trees. It’s safe to say no one will hear me scream out here.

The thought sends chills down my spine.

He pulls over by the roadside, puts on the warning lights, and flicks on the interior light. “Come here.”

I try to hide the tremble in my hands as I unstrap my seatbelt and climb over the gearstick to straddle his lap.

He pulls my hips down and grinds me on him. “Did you enjoy the game?”

I didn’t see him in the stands. I nod, whispering, “Yes.”

He pushes my black jeans jacket off my shoulders and tugs my tank top and bra down far enough to make my breasts spill-free. He palms one. “Such pretty tits!”

I let him touch me even though I want nothing more than to slap him across the face despite the throb in my clit when he tweaks my nipple.

“Take me out!”

I undo his leather belt and lower his zipper. He lifts his hips off the seat while I push his boxers down, and his dick springs free, bobbing against his white button-down t-shirt.

He tears off my panties beneath my skirt, squeezes my right breast and pinches my nipple until it hurts. “Tell me, little whore, are you wet?”

When I don’t reply, he leans in and bites my breast hard enough to make blood rush to the surface.

I cry out in pain, but my body has other ideas as I roll my hips and arch my breast into his mouth. More, I want more.

He chuckles against the sore flesh and licks a bead of blood that forms on the skin.

I whimper with need when he grasps the shaft of his dick and rubs the hard head through my wet folds, crowning my tight entrance.

“Ride my dick!”

I grip onto his shoulders and lower myself down on his thick length. He’s the jerk of the century, but his big cock hurts so good that I can’t stop myself from moaning.

I dig my nails in. I’m so lost in the delicious burn that I barely notice him pulling his belt through the loops. It’s not until he uses it to tie my wrists behind my back that I freeze and search his face. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer.

Panic sets in. I try to fight him off, but he’s too strong. Soon, my arms are secured behind my back, and his hand is fisted in my hair.

He pulls on my hair and bares my neck. “Fight me, and I will hurt you!”

My pussy clenches around his dick.

He chuckles darkly and kneads my left breast. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?”

I don’t admit it. This side of me is one I’m unfamiliar with, a dark and twisted mindfuck. My pussy pulsates with need.

He lets go of my hair and wraps his fingers around my throat. “Ride my dick!”

The belt digs into my wrists as I lift up on my knees and sink back down, rolling my hips.

God, his cock…

As I pick up speed, he leans his head against the headrest and wets his lips.

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