“My car,” came the deep, commanding voice behind her.“Walk over, put your hands on the hood and don’t turn around.”
She obeyed, her heart racing with the thrill of the unknown.She reached his white Jeep Cherokee and placed her hands on the warm metal, as instructed, listening for the sounds of his steps.
“Take off your panties,” he ordered.She started to look over her shoulder, but he snapped, “Do not turn.”
“Sorry,” she giggled, snapping her head back to face the vehicle and forgetting.
He cleared his throat.“The panties?”
“Oh!”she giggled again and lifted the edges of her skirt enough to grasp her panties and yank them down.She prayed no one besides him could see her.She stepped out of the tiny g-string and held it out, without turning.
“Hmm,” he said, taking them from her.“These are smaller than I imagined.”He wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pulling her against the front of his firm body.His hard cock pressed at her low back and she longed to touch it, but she didn’t move, just waited for instructions.He brought the panties in front of her face.“Put these in your mouth.”
“What?”
“In your mouth.Now,” he said sharply, reproof in his tone.
She opened her lips tentatively.He pressed the little piece of silk and elastic into her mouth.
“That will serve as your gag.I do not want you to speak until I remove it.You may nod your head yes or no if I ask you a direct question.Understand?”
She nodded, rolling the fabric around in her mouth.
“Turn around.”
She spun to face him.
He took a step backward, surveying her from head to toe with a critical eye.“You look beautiful, Chloe.Are you comfortable?”
“Mmph?”
“You don’t quite look comfortable to me.Are the shoes bothering you?”
She shrugged, embarrassed.“Mmmph mph,” she replied, an attempt at “a little bit.”
She realized he had dressed casually, in a pair of jeans and short sleeved button-down.She flushed.
He stepped back in and stroked her cheek with his thumb.“Did you choose this outfit for me, Chloe?”
She nodded, feeling foolish.
“I love it.And I love the way you look in it.But I think I prefer you to look more like yourself.I don’t mean scrubs, but this doesn’t quite seem like your style.Is it?”
She shook her head, her forehead crinkling.
He kissed the lines away.“Thank you,” he whispered.“For making such an effort.”He took her hand and led her to the passenger side, opening the door for her and helping her in.
Chapter 8
He had planned to go more casual for this date to put Chloe at ease, and ironically, she had readied herself for something more formal.Her efforts to meet him with what she must perceive to be his style touched him, but all he wanted was for the two of them to click.He wanted her to open up and share her real thoughts with him, to trust him enough to show her true self.
Certainly she trusted him with her body.The image of her bent over the supply closet shelves, letting him take her anal virginity with the possibility of her bosses walking in at any moment had stayed with him.He’d thought of nothing but Chloe all week, strategizing for how to crack her shell.
A heavy dose of domination was the best plan he’d come up with.
“Were you sore from our escapade on Monday?”he asked when he climbed in.Her cheeks puffed from the panties, her lips thrust forward, making them look even more full and kissable than usual.He enjoyed the thought of interrogating her when she couldn’t talk.
“Mmm...hmm mmm,” she said, giving him the so-so sign with her hand.
