Good Pet

When all the bags are secured in the back, splayed across both the floor and the backseat, I shut the door, before going around to my side of the car. When I climb inside and put the keys in the ignition, Tommy’s eyes grab mine.

“I’m a greedy, needy boss, Melissa. Though I had every intention of lavishing my money and time on you today, it seems I’ve done nothing but take that from you.” His features darken around this, but not in the scary, angry way it happened before. This time, it’s like he’s accepted the fact that he needs so much for me, and instead, is going to use it to his and my benefit with no shame. “And I’m afraid I’m going to have to continue to do that, pet. When we get to your place, I’m going to have to have to take you in all the ways I’ve wanted to take a woman and never had the chance.” Here, some of his dark, bossy mask cracks. Underneath it, I see warmth and playfulness. “Then, I’m going to be greedy and needy some more. I’m going to demand that you show me a good first time, as my pet. As the woman who is the only one who knows how to deal with me when everyone else usually runs away or gives up.” He studies me, licking his lips. “What do you say to all that? Do you still love me, your greedy, needy boss?”

I don’t have to think about my answer, already, my heart is melting. “I say yes, sir.” Gently, I flick on the air conditioner. As much for our overall comfort, as to keep me from getting too hot and bothered before we get back home. “And even if you are needy or greedy, two things I don’t see in you by the way, but even if I did, I don’t mind. After the way everyone else has been with you, you have a right to be needy with me. Greedy of my time and attention, boss.”

Here, I lean over and kiss him. I hold onto his face and plunge my tongue into his mouth. I alternate between fondling his mouth with my tongue and nibbling his lips. Briefly, I pull away from the kiss, whispering, “I’m more than willing and equipped to give however much you need, however often, my love.” Saying this, I dive down for another kiss — another trip to paradise. This kiss has some tongue to it as well, as well as a wandering hand. Although it’s warm in the car, and that the place is public, I’ve started to mess around with Tommy’s T-shirt. I slip my hand under it.

Tommy mimics my movements. He starts to pull down my casual t-shirt so that my shoulders, collarbone, and breasts are more visible — like I’m a model in an ad, but I don’t mind. Even if I drive home like this, I’m not going to be embarrassed.

Already, with just a few kisses and the feeling of Tommy’s fingers on my neck and chest, I’m wet, throbbing, and pulsing. If that wasn’t hard enough to deal with, Tommy suddenly brings his hands down from my chest to my crotch. There, he lovingly and knowingly fondles me, making me slump toward the steering wheel. Under his touch, my pussy begins to ache with heat and tenderness. Even with layers of clothing between my pussy and his hand, my lower lips moisten. I imagine there’s nothing between us. No clothes. No possible audience.

“When you said you were willing and equipped to give me what I needed, you weren’t lying, pet,” whispers Tommy devilishly as he strokes me more through my pants. He traces the shape of my folds through the fabric with his thumb and forefinger. “You’re ready right now.” He pauses, giving my clit a small pinch and a flick. “But you have to wait until we get back to your place. A whole ten or fifteen minutes,” adds Tommy huskily. “Maybe longer if there’s traffic to deal with.” He leans in, licking and nibbling my ear then my cheek. “My poor pet.”

I pull away, showing him how much he is getting to me and how much I enjoy being toyed with by him. But, to keep up this bit of banter between us, I grab his earlobe and pinch it. I tweak it in much the same way my mother used to when I was being a brat. “Yes, poor boss,” I say, “but I’d be more worried about yourself, sir. Just because you’ve spent some of your shots, it doesn’t mean you’re done.” I smile at him, returning my hand to the wheel.

“Touché,” he says, and continues to fondle me from below the steering wheel, even as I back us out of our parking spot, and we glide around to one of the many exits to the place. “And just because you’re driving, that doesn’t mean I’m done giving you a hand or preparing you for when we get home, Melissa.” He smiles widely, watching me suck in breath after breath, and try to keep my eyes on the road. “You’re going to have to put up with this the whole way back, traffic or not, and you better not get pulled over by the cops for driving funny.”