The Ride Home

She really amazed him at times. As an inherent introvert, it was no secret that accompanying him to business events was not her favorite way to spend an evening. As she often pointed out, these functions were almost exclusively male and she never knew any of the guests.


Yet, here she was, smiling and listening intently to the ramblings of his colleagues and bigwigs- who could be- on a good day - monotone and boring. On a bad day - long winded and rambling would a gross understatement.


When he caught her eye, she smiled coquettishly and bit her bottom lip ever so slightly. She knew he loved that look - so sexy, yet innocent. It made him want to ravish his little girl. They had been to these functions before where he was able to find an inconspicuous place where he could have his way with her. Alas, tonight was not to be one of those nights.


She could feel the weight of his stare. His eyes bore a whole right through to her soul and it set her ablaze. She could tell his was a look of desire.

Minutes felt like hours. He needed to use her. He needed to use her roughly. He needed to use her now. After what seemed like an eternity, the requisite farewells were delivered. As they walked out to the valet, his hand at the small of her back felt white hot and seemed to melt her flesh. This would be some evening.

His desire for her ignited a fiery lust within her. He glanced over and lifted her dress a little. "Play for me, little one."  He gave an illustration by way of his fingers dipping into her inner core. The probative pleasure she was feeling washed over her. She began to follow suit and did some exploring of her own. Back and forth it went. His fingers. Her fingers. As deep and rhythmically as their fingers explored, she was amazed that they hadn’t driven off the road. Soon, that wouldn’t be an issue.


He abruptly pulled the car over and got out. He walked over to her side of the car and opened the door. Hand around her throat, he pulled her out of the car - firmly enough to show his dominance.


Yanking off his shirt and ripping off her dress, he practically threw her up onto the roof of the car. There were no kisses, no caresses or sweet nothings whispered today. He bent her legs back, dragged her down so that her tight wet entrance was at precisely the ideal location.


She gasped aloud from the rough entry --that delicious moment of pain when she was being forced to accept the entire breadth of him all at once. What if they were discovered? What if she couldn’t stifle her moans? When he grabbed her ass - when he put his hand around her throat -- when she began to drift closer to the white light of complete ecstasy -the answer came to her -- she didn’t give a damn…