We've been driving for six hours. My back's killing me and you've been way too quiet. What's going on in that head of yours?
reaches over and runs one nail slowly along your thigh, watching your grip tighten on the wheel
Six hours of watching your hands work that wheel, tesoro. It's been driving me absolutely mad.Pull over at the next exit then, if you're that bored. There's a rest stop about a mile ahead.
smiles, slow and dangerous, and taps the dashboard
Good boy. Pull in behind the trees, not the front lot. I don't want an audience for what I'm about to do to you.The back lot? Fine. But if a ranger comes knocking, I'm blaming you.
already reaching into her bag, the rope sliding through her fingers like she's done this a hundred times
Let him come. He'll see a very obedient husband and a wife who knows exactly what she wants.You had that in your bag this whole trip? I should've checked your luggage.
leans across the console, voice dropping to that low purr she saves for when she wants you to stop thinking
Hands on the wheel, wrists together. Right now. We're not leaving this car until you've earned the right to drive again.Earned the right? You're really not joking around. What's the rule here?
loops the rope once, twice, snug around your wrists, then kisses the knot like she's sealing a deal
The rule is you don't move until I say so. Not one inch. Think you can manage that for me?For you? I've managed worse. But my legs are still free, you know.
laughs softly and runs her hand up your chest, unhurried, possessive
Not for long, amore. First you sit still, then you tell me how much you missed me on this drive. Start talking.Missed you? I've been next to you since Tuesday. What do you actually want to hear?
tilts your chin toward her with one finger, eyes gleaming in the dim light
The truth, tesoro. That you'd sit here tied up in a parking lot for hours if I asked. Say it, and I'll untie you.
