Taking What's Hers (Forced Submission #3)(12)

“Sir,” she starts again, “I’m not sure what I did that made you pull me over, but whatever the reason I apologize. What is it I did exactly?”

“Nothing,” I say, watching the confusion wash over her face. “Turn around, hands on the vehicle,” I say, indicating that I’m going to give her a pat-down.

“But – ”

“It’s best you follow orders, my Rose, it will make things a lot easier for you.” Her eyes snap up at my use of “my Rose” but she slowly turns around, doing as I command.

Kneeling down, I start with her ankles, slowly moving my hands up as I go. When I reach her thighs, I hear her breathing pick up, and it’s coming out in little gasps. That panicked sound is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

When I reach mid-thigh, I feel her body go completely still. “Please don’t,” she says in a shaky whisper. She may not know what’s coming, but she knows something is off.

Leaning in, I place my mouth against her lush full ass, giving a soft bite through the material of her dress, and hear her let out a squeak. She tries to jerk away from me, but both my hands lock around the inside of her thighs, keeping her in place for me.

“Don’t move again. You’ll only hurt yourself, and I don’t want that. You can’t fight me off, so don’t try. Now, be a good little girl and be still until I’m done.”

Rising up, I push her body into the car with mine. I rub my erection against her ass, trying to cool my lust, but my balls only feel heavier, dying to get a release inside her. I reach around to her front, and bunch up her dress. I move my hand down and cup her *, feeling how warm she is.

She’s so tiny compared to me, at least a foot shorter than my six-three. Leaning over, I bury my face in her hair, hoping that between holding her * and the scent of her, I can calm down. But when I feel a slight wet spot on her panties, all my control snaps.



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