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Chapter 29 | The Car

Warning! Mostly NSFW in this chapter :) Starts at *****

Constance

The engine turns over and he switches the gears into drive but pauses.

He turns to look at me and switches it back into park.

"So what kind of relationship are you wanting?" He asks, a small grin appearing on his face.

My cheeks burn as I turn away, facing towards the window.

"How much did you hear?" I ask, my voice mumbled.

"Quite a bit," he sighs, leaning back in his seat. "Before I say anything else, what kind of relationship are you wanting? Be honest with me, I won't judge you or be upset."

"Well um... it's stupid, I know..." I pause, taking a deep breath. "A relationship, relationship. Date nights, anniversaries, marriage, the whole shebang... I wanna be your little, it's good, it's better than good. But I want to be touched too, and I wanna touch you."

"That's okay," he smiles. "I want that too, I just don't want to force you or make you uncomfortable."

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I frown at what he says. "But you're not, you're patient but I want to go a little faster... I want to be touched more than that night..."

His eyes darken a bit, and his fists tighten.

"What's wrong?" I ask, worry taking me over.

"God," he groans. "I just wanna touch you so bad."

My thighs squeeze together at the thought of him touching me.

"What.. what do you mean?" I ask, looking up at him.

"I need you..." he pauses, quickly grabbing my thighs and lifting me over the middle of the car, and sitting me in his lap. His hand falls and pushes his chair back and his other sits on my waist. "...here."

I gasp, his movements startling me.

"Why?" I whisper.

His eyes flicker down to my lips as I wet them.

"Because this is here because of you," he mumbles, grabbing my hand and pushing it over his hardened jeans.

I hold back a moan at the feeling, at what the feeling means.

"Please..." I whisper back to him, looking him in the eyes.

"Please what, baby?" He asks, running his hands down my thighs.

I grind down on his lap and bite my lip, releasing it a second after. "Please touch me, sir."

His eyes go black, his hands grasping my hips harshly as he grinds my ass down on him.

My shorts slide up my thighs and my shirt covers my ass.

He pushes me down harder and I grab one of his hands, sliding it up my chest and toward my neck.

I look at him with pleading eyes, wrapping his hand around my neck.

He pauses, looking me in eyes for a minute.

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispers.

"I want you to hurt me," I reply. "I'll tell you if it's too much."

"You swear you'll tell me?" He asks, moving his hand to the back of my neck.

"I swear," I say breathlessly.

His hand quickly wraps itself in my hair, pulling down and exposing my neck.

"You're beautiful," he says, looking me up and down.