60. Kiera
KIERA
Before I had a chance to ask what she meant, Dom had lifted me up onto the hood of the car, digging her fingers deep into my thighs.
“Dom, wh—” but the words died on my tongue as she ripped my shirt over my head, tearing the fabric with her speed. “Dom—”
She bit into my neck with bruising force, crushing tendon and artery alike with searing pressure. “Fuck!”
But she didn’t stop, scratching my back as she ripped open the clasp of my bra. As the fabric fell limp around my shoulders, she tossed it aside, lowering her mouth to my chest. She was ravenous, licking and biting at the sensitive skin without a care for the pain she sent searing through my body.
She was a ravenous predator, and I was the prey caught between her teeth: one wrong move away from being torn to shreds.
And as she feasted on my body, I felt myself fall away. My personhood was quickly replaced by a deep, carnal need to please.
I opened to her, daring her to destroy me. But there was no invitation needed. While her mouth grazed my ribcage, her fingernails clawed into the elastic of my waistband, shredding it as she dragged the fabric down my legs.
“Fuck, fuck,” I gasped, only to be met with a dark chuckle.
“Oh you will, Viper. On your knees.”
She pushed me back against the hood of the car, forcing me to awkwardly maneuver my knees beneath me. The tilt of the car made my stomach drop; the only way to keep myself from face planting was to press my hands to the car in front of me.
“Closer,” she yanked me by the neck, nearly toppling me over the front of the car.
But when she gripped my chin and forced my eyes to meet hers, all survival instincts were gone. I would kneel for her forgiveness any day if it felt like this.
The wickedness flickering in her eyes told me that I wasn’t done paying yet. I waited for the familiar sound of her belt buckle, but instead, she hovered in front of me, running her fingers down my arms to raise goosebumps to my skin. “Hand.”
I held it out to her helplessly, submitting fully to whatever torture she had planned for me.
And to my surprise, she didn’t hurt me. She didn’t press the hand to my body or to hers. Instead, she guided it away from my torso, wrapping my fingers around something cold and metal on the hood of the car.
“Eyes here,” she pinched my chin, keeping my gaze away from the metal in my hand.
I searched her eyes for any clue of what was happening, but she wasn’t done playing with me.
“Stroke it,” she murmured, turning my chin to expose my neck to her.
While her tongue painted hot strokes up the sensitive bits of my neck, I slid my hand up and down the metal figure obediently.
The contrast between the sensations sent a shiver down my spine, and the uncertainty made my chest clench.
“How does it feel?” She purred.
“C…cool,” I tightened my fingers, unsure what this had to do with anything we were doing. “Rigid… sharp.”
Phallic. Did she have a chrome dildo cast?
She nipped at my ear, “How do you think it’ll feel inside of you?”
“What?” I snapped my eyes down to the shiny, horse-shaped hood ornament between my fingers. And before I could utter a word of protest, Dom had me by the hips, lifting and shifting me until I had no choice but to kneel over the silver stallion.
“DOM,” my eyes widened in terror as my gut clenched. “You’re going to fucking impale me.”
“I’m not going to do anything,” Dom sucked her teeth. “You are going to ride it. You’re going to paint the hood of my car with your pleasure, and you are going to thank me for being so generous with my forgiveness.”
“You’re not serious?”
“No, I learned my lesson, Kiera. Don’t you remember? I wouldn’t lie to you.”
I froze in wide-eyed shock as the cold metal teased at my entrance. Fear had frozen me entirely — Dom didn’t need to use her hands to hold me in place. Instead, she stroked my cheek with the back of her left hand while the right slid between my legs.
“See? I’ll even help make it easy for you,” she purred, pressing the pads of her fingers against my clit with rolling waves of pressure.
As she slid between my folds, I could hear just how wet I was. The fear only intensified my excitement. I rocked against her fingers, steering clear of the hood ornament until she started to pull her hand back. “Unless you’re not as willing to work for it as you said you were…”
I knew then that I had two choices. I could swallow my pride and get off of her car with my pussy and my sanity intact. Or I could submit to Dom’s wishes, accept her pain and her pleasure, and show her exactly how far I was willing to go for her forgiveness.
Locking onto her icy blue gaze, I sat back, letting the tip of the cool metal press into my center. Dom’s usually stoic face twisted into a sinful smile as my mouth fell open. “Good girl, Viper.”
My obedience was rewarded with the return of her fingers. While her right hand massaged my sensitive bud, the left gripped my hip, guiding me back to take the whole of the hood ornament inside of me.
“Dom, Dom,” I hissed, feeling myself tense around the bumps and curves of the ornament. But she just shushed me, eyes flicking down between my legs.
“Breathe. Don’t fight it. I’ve seen you take more than this.”
Holding her gaze, I inhaled deep, trying to force my muscles to relax, to surrender to her control. And inch by inch, my body complied until I felt my ass meet the smooth surface of the car’s hood.
“Faster,” she growled in satisfaction. “You’re never going to come at this pace.”
“You’re such a sick fuck,” I groaned, leaning forward to ease the ornament out of my center before sitting back onto it. The ridges still made my stomach clench, but once it had been inside of me once, it was much easier to slide over the chrome.
“If I’m such a sick fuck, then what are you?” She leaned down, catching my eyes while that roguish smile pulled her mouth agape.
“Y-yours,” I whimpered as the ornament pressed against my cervix.
“Close,” she hummed, pinching my clit. “But you’re guessing. I don’t want you to think. I want you to do as you're told. So tell me again, what are you?”
“Grateful,” I moaned, surprised by how good the ridged texture felt as it massaged against my wall.
“Smart girl,” she laughed, easing the pressure on my clit. “Say it again.”
“I’m grateful,” I gasped, my hips rolling against her touch.
“For what?”
“Your generosity.” Electricity hummed through my veins. “For keeping me here, for forgiving me… trying to forgive me.”
“Do you think you deserve my forgiveness, Viper?”
What more do you fucking want? The brat in me had the urge to bare my teeth and bark right back at her. But I swallowed the urge as waves of enjoyment made the muscles in my core tense.
“No,” I shook my head before letting it loll back with pleasure.
“No?” She raised her eyebrows, “Why not?”
“Beacause I haven’t finished for you yet,” I whimpered. “I haven’t painted your car to show you how grateful I am.”
“That’s right… Well then what are you waiting for?” She laughed, unhooking a carabiner from her belt loop and tossing it in front of me. “Come for me, Kiera.”
I looked down to see a ring of several luxury car keys, along with one black, silicone charm in the shape of a heart. “What is it?”
“My heart,” she teased. “Don’t just leave it there.”
I grabbed it, grinding along the hood ornament as best as I could manage while I turned the charm over in my hand. Not a key ring — a portable vibrator.
“I wasn’t using it anyway,” she smirked, licking my jawline. “Better put it to good use, Viper.”
Doing as she said, I lowered the toy to my center, holding its single button until a firm buzzing filled the air.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, pressing it harder against my clit. For such a little thing, it really packed a punch. But it wasn’t enough.
“Touch me,” I gasped. “Please, please touch me.”
I hoped I’d thrown in the manners quickly enough to avoid any further punishment: I wasn’t sure that my body could handle much more.
“What’s wrong? That’s not enough for you?” She laughed.
“I need you.” I whined. “I need you. Sir, please…”
And apparently, Dom really was feeling generous. She stepped forward, gathering my hair in one fist while her other hand played with my exposed nipples. “Is this what you wanted, Viper? What a needy little slut you are…”
“I am,” I rasped. “I’m so needy, Sir. I’m so—”
The words were choked beneath an orgasm so sudden and strong that my eyes rolled back in my head.
“That’s it Kiera. Ride it,” Dom growled.
And I did just that, riding the feeling, riding the hood ornament until I just couldn’t hold myself up anymore.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, falling forward. My palm just barely caught the edge of the car’s hood to stop me from faceplanting on the garage floor. Dom released her grip on me and stepped back to admire her work.
“Quite the mess you made,” She clicked her tongue. “Better get cleaning.”
“But…”
I hadn’t even caught my breath before she kicked the jug of car polish toward me. “The car isn’t going to polish itself.”
I winced as I eased the ornament out of my center, panting on my hands and knees as I struggled to meet her gaze. “I don’t know how to do that.”
“And the internet is full of wonderful places you can learn,” she laughed. “Here’s a hint. Clean it off first. You know where rags and soap are.”
She was headed for the staircase faster than I could recover. Aware that I’d only have time for one more question, I raised my voice as much as I could muster. “Do you forgive me?”
She paused in the threshold for a long second, fingers drumming the doorframe before she nodded at me over her shoulder. “We can be even… for now.”
With that, she disappeared up the staircase, leaving me as she often did: with one mess resolved and a brand new one waiting for me to clean it up.