Tags: NSFW, public, dominance, submission

Even the most stoic and stalwart can be swayed by compelling enough arguments.

We were on an evening drive, me in a freshly-pressed suit after a formal function, she in comfortable jeans and a top. We had been teasing each other over text all day, describing how much we wanted each others’ bodies, what we imagined each other would feel like, would taste like. The sounds we would make and those we hoped to inspire in the other.

Our respective houses were ill-suited for our late-night carnal exploits, but where there is promise of achingly good satisfaction, necessity turns into invention. Driving past a home I previously rented, I smiled. No lights on, no car out front, no decorations in the windows. It was between owners, but most suitable to my purpose; it had a front patio that was more-or-less concealed from passing traffic by bushes and vines. More or less, depending on the angle.

Pulling into the driveway as if I still lived there, I escorted her up the front walk. She was confused—after all, she knew I didn’t live there any more—but excited to see what I had in store, what sensations I had planned, she dutifully followed. At that point in our relationship we had barely more than kissed, but our twin hungers were insatiable and we both knew the night had delights in store.

Leading her to the patio, barely more than a small porch suitable for a single chair, I took off my formal blazer and spread it on the cold concrete. “Lay down,” I said. She tilted her head, unsure.

“Lay down,” I snapped my fingers for emphasis. It would not be the last time in our relationship she heard that particular voice come out.

Instantly she dropped to her knees, then lay on her back. She was being a very good girl, using my jacket to shield her from the cold ground beneath, though it did little against the wind which blew through the wide gaps in the fencing.

I looked down at her and licked my lips. Her nipples stood out from under her thin shirt, both from the stiff breeze and the excitement of following my commands, in public no less.

“Now strip.”

This time, no hesitation or question. She peeled off her casual tee and set aside her bra. I’d seen her breasts before, the creamy skin perfectly accented with her pink nipples, but never in the moonlight, never where someone driving past might also get a very good look. I nodded slowly with approval, wordlessly telling her to continue. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to her ankles, taking her underwear off at the same time.

She was already throbbing with excitement, that much was obvious, her lips slick with expected passion. I, in my nice suit, standing atop her, looking down at her bare skin, my eyes tracing every curve. I saw the mole almost lost in her soft hair, just above her clit. I saw her breasts move as she tried—and failed—to calm her breathing. I saw her eyes searching mine for any indication of what was to come next.

Bending down, I pulled her pants and underwear away, tossing them with her shirt and bra, leaving her stark nude in the cold night, aside from her socks. I’m not a monster, after all, and didn’t want her to get cold feet.

I knelt down between her knees which she dutifully spread for me, and unzipped my slacks. “Touch yourself,” i commanded, watching as she timidly traced several fingers past her navel, past the mole, gingerly touching her lips and clit. As she did so, I pulled out my cock, displaying just how much I was enjoying her show. She hadn’t seen me so exposed before, and certainly not by moonlight.

Her pace and intensity quickened, as did mine as I began to masturbate with her, because of her, in time with her, bare inches away from her. She reached down with her left hand, plunging two fingers inside herself as her right continued to rub, caress, and work her clit. After several thrusts she brought her fingers to her mouth, letting me see her lick them clean, before returning to thrust again. Her legs tensed on either side of me with each insertion.

More than once we had to stop, for me to bend down low over her, as a car passed by, and for one incredibly close call when a neighbor stopped behind my car, no doubt wondering who was in the empty house. “Keep rubbing,” I whispered to her, my lips so close she could feel my hot breath against her ear, and my cock close enough that she could touch it while she played with herself.

In due time the idle drivers and interested neighbors went their various ways, and I straightened back up, looking down at her, as I continued stroking. Her eyes, when they weren’t rolled back in her head, were staring directly into mine. She wasn’t watching what I was doing with my hands, she was watching what I did with my eyes: whether or not I approved. Whether or not having her naked, helpless, in the open, pleased me.

It did.

When I first ordered her to lay down, I had considered letting her only taste my cum, holding her chin in my hand and letting it drizzle over her tongue, but seeing her bare beneath the moonlight, pleasuring herself to please me, hungry and impassioned, I knew that just having her taste it wouldn’t be enough—she had well-earned a better reward.

As my own breath started to quicken and my hips moved in time with her thrusts, I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her up, all but forcing her lips to my cock.

She opened those beautiful, soft lips and eagerly took as much of me as she could fit. She’d never gone down on me before, but her lips and tongue knew exactly how to send me over the edge. Wreathing my fingers in her hair, I pulled her closer, forcing myself deeper into her hot mouth.

She didn’t complain, she didn’t pull back—she sucked and licked harder, knowing what was about to happen. Welcoming it.

Sure enough, wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss shuddered through me and she got to taste every drop. She had stopped playing with herself, her hands working my shaft to ensure she got her full reward. She was entirely focused on my pleasure, on pleasing me.

With one final thrust, and a tightening of my fingers in her hair, I let her know I was done. She kept my cock in her mouth a little longer, running her tongue along it for good measure, trying to milk any last trace of cum I still had. I shuddered again and the only sounds I could hear were my own ragged breath and rapid heartbeat galloping in my chest.

Finally opening my eyes, I looked down to find her already watching me. She was licking her lips contentedly, and bore the most satisfied expression. She had done well, and knew it.

Unceremoniously I lay a hand on her chest, pressing her back down. Leaning over her, I traced kisses and small bites from just beneath her ear—a personally favorite spot of hers—down her neck, down her sensitive breasts, eliciting a small gasp as I playfully nipped at a windswept nipple.

I kept going, kissing my way down her torso and into her soft hair, stopping just short of her sensitive and swollen clit. I laughed darkly and she squirmed beneath me, feeling my breath across her lips.

I pulled back and once again traced the contours of her moon-lit body with my gaze.

“Tonight you showed me how you came. Next time I’ll show you how I make you cum.”

She shivered again, and not from the cold.

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