shirt off. Of course, she didn’t have anything on underneath it, and the car swerved for a second as her breast came into view.
“What are you doing?” I made myself focus on the road.
“I’m getting hot. Don’t you think it’s hot in the car, Master?”
“It is with you taking your shirt off.”
“Mmm.” She tipped her head back on the headrest. “And I was feeling just a bit itchy.”
“Itchy?”
“Yes, Master. Here.” She started stroking a nipple. “Yes. Right there. Ah, that feels much better.”
“Abigail,” I warned.
“You have a tiny bit of sweat on your forehead, Master.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“I can’t imagine what’s got me so itchy. Are you itchy?”
Focus on the road. Focus on the road. Focus on the road.
“No,” I said. “I’m not itchy.”
“You’re hard, though, Master. I can see your erection from here. Want me to take care of that for you?” Her hand drifted to my thigh and inched upward.
“Not in the car.”
“I think we should definitely do it in the car.” She stroked me through my pants. “Let me see how much power you have under your hood.”
“That’s a horrible pun.”
“I know. I can’t come up with good ones when I’m this horny. All I can think about is how much I want to have this inside me.”
“I’m driving, Abigail.”
She unzipped me. “Pull over.”
We were on a secondary road and because it was so late, no one else was out. I spied a clearing up ahead and sped up to get there. “You want me to take you in the car?”
“In the car. On the car. Against the car. Either one or all three.”
I pulled well off the road, but still next to it, and turned the engine off. I didn’t want to catch the attention of anyone who might happen to be driving by. “Backseat. Now.”
She fumbled with her seat belt. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”
“Then you vastly underestimated me. Knees on the seat. Face the rear window. Lift your skirt.” I pulled my cock out and fisted it. “Hurry.”
“I can see out the back window like this,” she said, positioning herself and giving me a fine view of her butt. I suddenly wished I had lube in the car.
“I’m fucking your ass once we get home.” I moved behind her, desperate to sink into her. I looked around first, made sure there wasn’t anyone nearby and no approaching headlights. “Did you do this in high school, Abigail?”
“Never, Master.” She moaned as I pushed inside. “I was a good girl.”
“Until you met me,” I said with a smile.
“Yes. I’m so, so bad with you.”
“Good.” I pushed deeper. “I like knowing I’m the one who corrupted you.” I held her head down and started thrusting. “Just like this. Fucking you in the backseat of the car. Good girls don’t get cock in the backseat of the car, do they?”
“No, Master.”
I spanked her. One hard smack. “Scream for me. Show me how glad you are I pulled over. Prove you’re a bad girl who deserves to get cock in the backseat.”
I placed a hand on either side of her and starting working my hips as hard as possible, drilling into her. Each thrust pushed her body against the leather and by the third stroke, she was grunting.
“More, Master. More.”
I smacked her ass again.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chanted in time with my thrusts. I held still when I was as deep inside as I could go. “Oh, hell, uh, yes.”
“Come for me one time.” I teased her clit. “Then not again until I take your ass.”
I started thrusting again, but kept a finger on that sensitive spot, knowing it would have her reaching her climax within seconds.
Somewhere a police siren started wailing. I looked around. Shit.
I sped up my thrusts, knowing there was no way I could stop. “Come for me.”
The siren became louder and Abby lifted her head at the same moment red and blue lights came into view, rushing down the road toward us. I rubbed her clit harder.
“Oh, oh yes.” Her head tipped back and her muscles clenched around me as she came.
With her satisfied, I sped toward my own release, keeping an eye on the police cruiser and watching as it came closer.
Almost.
Almost.
Almost.
“Oh, fuck!” I shouted, releasing deep inside her while at the same time I wrapped my arms around her and forced both of us down on the backseat, seconds before the police car whizzed by.
“Damn, that was close.” I was still breathing heavily and my heart was racing, but I untangled us from each other and smiled as she twisted around to face me.
“I thought they were coming for us.” Her cheeks were flushed in that I’ve been thoroughly fucked way. I’d have thought almost being caught by the police would have scared her, but she looked damn near radiant.
I pushed the hair back from her forehead and kissed her. “They must have heard you’ve been bad.”
She laughed. “That would have been funny.”
“No, I don’t think it would have been.”
“Yes, it would have been.”
I pulled back and studied her. “What am I going to do with you, Abby West?”
She tried being serious, but she couldn’t stop the traces of a smile in her voice. “Not more than five minutes ago you said you were very explicit about your plans.”
“In that case we better get going.” In the distance another siren sounded. “And quickly, before I’m caught with my pants down. My enjoyment of exhibitionism doesn’t extend to being ticketed for public indecency.”
We straightened our clothes, made our way back to the front seat, and had just pulled back onto the road when the second police cruiser showed up in our rearview mirror. As I moved to the side to let it pass, I glanced at Abby and took her hand with a smile.
“Here’s to cheating the public indecency charge one more time,” I said.
“We’re going to be caught one day.”
“Nah, not with my mad skills.”
“Especially with your mad skills.” She entwined our fingers. “Take me home, Master.”
“Home.” I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her knuckles. “Because I have promises to keep.”
Epilogue
ABBY
Two months later
I looked out the kitchen window to where our friends had gathered together on our patio. Jeff and Dena’s ultrasound earlier in the week had shown them that they were having a girl. To say they were excited was an understatement. I decided the news called for celebration and invited everyone over.