Chapter Three — Alex
I love the way he looks at me. Like I’m a mixture of his favorite dessert and prey he’s hunting.
“Fuck,” he says as he turns on the car. “Did I tell you how fucking perfect you look tonight?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Good,” he says.
With his left hand on the steering wheel, he moves his right to my bare knee. It’s so big that it completely covers my kneecap. I shiver as he squeezes.
We lock eyes in the rearview mirror. For some reason, the way he’s seated, one hand on the steering wheel, is so fucking hot.
“You look so hot like that,” I blurt out.
“What?” he asks, laughing.
“You know. One hand on the steering wheel.”
It’s more than just that, though. It’s this thing men do sometimes when they back up, one hand on the steering wheel, kind of spinning circles on it while the other hand goes to the back of your seat, and they glance in the rearview mirror.
Honestly, it can elevate a lot of men, but watching Callum do it just takes it to a whole other level.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” he asks, looking at me, smiling.
“Mm-hmm,” I say.
He’s finished reversing, and he puts the car back in drive. His left hand is on the steering wheel; the right goes back to my knee.
“Good to know,” he says, squeezing.
He starts to drive, and his right hand starts to slowly drift up my left thigh. When it reaches the hem of my dress, he pauses. I breathe in, and the cool air hits my lungs.
He stays like that for a few seconds, teasing me. Our eyes meet in the rearview mirror, and I feel like I can’t breathe.
Then, after what feels like an eternity, his hand continues to inch up higher, pulling my dress with it until his fingers are dancing at my hip and one end of my dress is bunched up.
His fingers are toying with the thin black lace band of my thong.
He grabs it and ever so slightly pulls it, then releases, snapping it.
It stings my skin slightly, but in a good way.
“Did you follow my instructions?” he asks, his voice low and raspy.
It’s the voice I’ve now figured out means he’s turned on, which makes me turned on, just knowing he’s thinking about me.
“What instructions?” I ask. I wrap a strand of hair around my finger, twirling it slightly. I bite my lower lip, and then catch his eyes in the mirror.
“Are you doing that on purpose?” he asks.
“Doing what on purpose?” I ask, widening my eyes.
“Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, little girl,” he says. “If you wanted Daddy to punish you, you just had to ask.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say, widening my eyes.
He smirks, holding my gaze in the mirror. “Oh, I think you do.”
He grabs the waistband of my panties again, snapping it.
“Off,” he says. A split second later: “Now.”
I glance out the window. It’s still light out, and we’re in the city, which means we’re stopped at traffic approximately every thirty seconds.
He raises his eyebrows as if to say, Does it look like I care? I know he doesn’t. If anything, it turns him on more, knowing that he’s making me nervous. He likes doing that. It’s one of the first things I picked up on.
Which means I don’t want to show him just how nervous I am. Of course, that’ll just make him step up his game, which I hate and love at the same time.
I shrug. “Fine. No big deal.”
He chuckles. “Oh, no big deal? Didn’t know I had a master exhibitionist as a passenger princess.”
I smile as I get my hand to my waistband and slowly shimmy the panties off.
“Show me,” he says.
“What?” Now this is not what I was expecting. We’re at a red light.
“Hold them up. Show me.”
“But...” I say, stalling, hoping the light will turn green.
“Now.”
His voice sends a deep chill down my spine. I feel wetness between my legs.
I hold my panties up in the air, and despite the fact that they’re black, a visible wet spot is there on the crotch.
“Show the man beside us,” he says, “Since it’s no big deal, right?”
“What?”
“Alex,” he says, in a voice that means he’s serious. “Do as I say.”
I turn the panties to my right, while refusing to look in that direction myself.
“And look at him,” he says.
I slowly exhale, my face getting redder and redder.
I move my head to the right, and eventually, I lock eyes for a split second with the man in the car beside us.
He’s young, and surprisingly hot, driving what looks like a red Mustang.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, maybe a few years younger than me.
My entire face heats up tenfold. His eyes widen like he’s shocked.
Callum laughs.
The light changes, but the man stays there for a second, not moving. And so do we.
“Callum,” I hiss. “Go.”
“I’ll go when I want,” he says.
The car behind us starts honking. My face heats up even more. After a few more torturously long seconds...
“Don’t look away,” Callum says.
I maintain eye contact with the blonde man, feeling like I just want to sink into the floor.
And then finally, Callum hits the gas and we speed away.
“That was horrible,” I say, sinking lower into my seat.
“Was it?” he asks, smirking. “Slip a finger in that pretty little pussy for me and show me just how horrible it was.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
I slowly slip a finger inside, and sure enough, I’m soaking wet. I pull it out, frowning, ready to protest. But Callum raises his eyebrows.
“Admit it. That turned you on, didn’t it?”
I narrow my eyes.
“Admit it,” he continues. “You wanted me to up the stakes there. You were acting nonchalant when I asked you to take off those naughty little panties, knowing I’d escalate things, because that’s what you wanted deep down, wasn’t it?
You wanted me to put you on the spot, embarrass you, push you to your limits. Am I wrong?”
My entire face feels so hot you could probably fry an egg on it.
“Tell me, Alex,” he says.
“No,” I whisper.
“Oh, so you’re going to keep up the charade, are you? Okay, well, you know what that means, right?”
I look at him, fear and excitement swirling in my stomach.
“Start touching yourself,” he says. “And don’t stop until I say so.”
“But Callum...”
“This is what you want, isn’t it?”
My entire body tenses. Desire, confusion, fear, nervousness rush through me.
“Finger that pretty little pussy for daddy,” he says.
I turn red and insert a finger.
“Another finger,” he says.
I slip another finger in just as we stop at another stoplight.
“Look to your right,” he says. “Make eye contact with the man in that car.”
It’s a different man this time. An older one. Luckily, he can’t see what I’m doing. He can just see my face. But after a few seconds, he notices me staring, and he starts to stare back, confused.
“Don’t look away,” Callum says. “Add another finger.”
I slip another finger into my pussy, embarrassed to find I’m even wetter.
“Good girl,” Callum says.
I feel my entire body tense.
“That man is watching you, Alex,” he says. “While you’re fingering yourself like a dirty little slut. How does that make you feel?”
“Embarrassed,” I say.
“And turned on?” Callum probes.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
“That’s what I thought,” he says.
The light changes, and after a half second, Callum starts driving. I remove my fingers, and Callum looks at me.
“Did I say you could stop? Open the glove compartment.”
I open it. Inside, there’s a box. It’s a small bullet vibrator, about the size of a lipstick.
“Use it,” he says.
I press it up against my clit as Callum keeps talking.
“Don’t turn it off until I say so. Do you know why it turns me on so much to see you like this?”
“No,” I say, as the little toy sends vibrations of pleasure through my body.
“Well, it always turns me on to watch beautiful women get embarrassed or humiliated sexually. I’m a bit of a sadist. I’m sure you picked up on that.”
I nod.
“But with you, it’s more than that. It’s so much more satisfying to break you.”
“Oh,” I say.
“Do you want to know why?” Callum asks.
I nod and he looks at me. “Finger yourself and then I’ll tell you,” he says.
I slip a finger in while holding the bullet vibrator on my clit.
“Good girl,” he says. And I flush.
“With you, it’s so much more satisfying,” Callum continues, “because you’re smart, and stubborn.
You push back on me. You fight me. You make it hard every step of the way, which makes it so much sweeter when I finally break you.
It’s not nearly as fun to break a weak woman.
But to break a strong, smart woman like yourself?
There’s nothing like it. When I see a woman like you begging on her knees, her mouth wrapped around my cock, it actually means something.
Because I know you won’t break for just any man. You’re special.”
Damn, I think to myself.
“Are you close?” he asks.
I nod as the sensations in my body amp up.
“Good. Turn it off.”
“You’re driving me crazy,” I grumble as he parks the car.
“That’s the point,” he says, smiling. “You love it, don’t you?”
I glare at him. “No.”
“Liar,” he says, smiling. “Oh, and give me those.”
He looks at the wet panties in my lap. I think about protesting for a second, but stop myself. I mean, do I want to put them back on? Not really.
“Alright,” he says, as he undoes his buckle and walks around to open my door. “We’re here.”