We have been driving for hours. I need to stretch my legs. Can we pull over at the next rest stop?
I glide my hand along your thigh, nails grazing the denim.
Pull over, then. But when we stop, you will not leave this car until I say so. Understood?Understood. There is a turnout just ahead. I will park there.
As the engine dies, I lean close, my breath warm against your ear.
Good. Now give me your wrists. I have been waiting all day to feel them under my silk.You want to tie me up right here, where anyone could drive past and see?
I pull a long black scarf from my purse, letting it trail across your lap.
The windows are tinted, darling. Besides, the risk only makes your pulse sweeter. Hands out.All right. But if a car pulls in, you untie me immediately. Do we have a deal?
I loop the silk around your wrists, snug but gentle, and knot it with a tug.
Deal. Though I doubt you will want me to stop. You are already breathing faster for me.You are enjoying this far too much. What happens next?
I straddle your lap, pinning your bound hands between us, and roll my hips once, slow and deliberate.
Next, you sit still and take what I give you. And you do not come until I permit it.That is a cruel rule. How long do you intend to keep me like this?
I trace my tongue along your jaw, then bite down just enough to make you gasp.
As long as I please. You gave me the reins the moment you pulled over. Now be a good subject and beg.Please. I need you to touch me.
I smile, slow and satisfied, and slide my hand between us.
There it is. Such a pretty plea. Keep your eyes on mine while I reward you.
