I step out of the restaurant and breathe in the night air which is wet and fresh with the recent rain. I wait under the awning as Sir continues to hold the door He had opened for me so that another couple can enter the restaurant. As soon as the couple is through the door He drops it and grabs my hand as we walk towards the Jeep. When we get to the car, He stops, and rests a hand against the handle of the rear gate of the Liberty.
“Did you enjoy dinner, love?” He asks genuinely.
“Very much so, Sir. Thank you, it was lovely,” I say back. I’m standing a few steps away from Him, waiting for Him to walk to my door to unlock and open it for me like He always does. Instead He just stands there and looks at me. Finally, after a long pause, He reaches into His pocket and pulls out a blind fold.
“Put this on” He says roughly as He hands it to me. I glance around as I take the blond fold. I’m concerned that someone will think Sir is trying to kidnap me. But I trust that He knows what He’s doing so I put it on. I hear the door handle on the rear gate pull open, the pop and hiss of the glass releasing, and the squeak of the gate opening.
“Get in. Place one knee on the bumper, here, and then crawl in and turn to face me,” Sir says, and He places my knee on the bumper so I can’t accidentally miss and fall. Once I am in I am on my hands and knees facing the rear of the Jeep, and I can tell Sir must have folded the rear seat down so that the cargo area is entirely flat and larger than normal. He must have done this when He said He went to the restroom, I think to myself, because it wasn’t like this when we left the house. I feel the Jeep dip a little as He follows me in and closes the gate behind Him. He seems to fiddle with something for a moment, and I feel a slightly warm leather lined handcuff attach to my wrist, and the other cuff attaches to the handle above the rear passenger window. He quickly does the same for the other wrist, so I am kneeling on the floor of the Jeep facing the rear with my hands cuffed above my head, spreading my arms across the width of the Jeep.
“Now, stay this way, and keep silent. I’ll be back shortly,” Sir says, in the low husky voice He gets whenever He’s turned on. I know just the sight of me restrained has that kind of effect on Him. I feel Him back away from me, hear the electronic pop as the rear gate is unlocked, and Sir climbs out of the Jeep and closes the door behind him. I am tempted to panic at being left like this, but my rational brain cuts it off, knowing Sir wouldn’t leave me like this for long. Within a few seconds, the driver’s door opens and I hear the sounds of Sir getting in and starting the car. We drive for less than two minutes and never more than five or ten miles per hour, leaving me to believe we are still in the restaurant parking lot, just further back in the less traveled, unlit section. I hear the engine shut off and Sir get out of the front seat then walk softly around to the back. He opens the gate and gets in, closing it behind Him. The space is tight for the two of us, but that just makes it sexier. I can hear His breathing echoing in the car, I can hear the scrape of his pants on the fibers of the floor, and I can feel the air around me move subtlety in response to His movements.
“I won’t gag you, but you need to keep quiet, we don’t want anyone coming out to investigate,” He says softly as he reaches forward to unbutton the front of my shirt. He runs his palms over my lace-covered breasts, and then roughly rips the material out of the way, and I have to fight the yelp from the pain of the bra snapping and a moan from the feeling of Him finally pinching my nipples. He grabs one and twists it hard, then harder still while He leans down to bite the other one. I buck against the cuffs, trying to move myself closer, get more pain out of His movements, more friction, more anything. I can feel my pussy leaking down my thighs, so I attempt to press them together, but Sir immediately pulls away and pushed them back apart.
“You know better, baby,” He growls, and He reaches under my skirt and grabs my clit in between two fingers and roughly pulls it down, effectively making me wetter and punishing me with pain at the same time. Once I start settling down He starts rubbing my clit between the same two fingers, creating an uncomfortable yet maddening friction. I finally feel my orgasm coming, and I ask in whispering, panting breathes if I can come.
“Absolutely not,” He says and immediately stops. I want to scream at the frustration, but I know I stand a better chance at getting an orgasm later if I keep quiet now. I hear Sir rustle around for a few seconds and change positions. When He settles back down He is naked from the waist down and positioning Himself underneath me, so that I am basically sitting on His lap while He is kneeling.
“Grab a hold of the handle bars with your hands, baby, and use them to leverage yourself” he says, and I do. I grab a hold of the handle bars and lift my upper body up, and then let myself come down, impaling my pussy with Sir’s hard dick, all the way in, until I am sitting on him. I let myself enjoy the deep, full feeling, and just gently rock back and forth on His lap, feeling His cock hit the front and rear walls of my pussy. I moan low, with my lips closed so that the sound won’t carry.
“Lift yourself up again for me baby, I’ll help this time,” Sir whispers in my ear. As I start to pull myself up, He lifts up at the same time, so that His weight is all on His knees and he brings my legs around his waist, so that he’s supporting my lower body weight and I only have to support my upper body.
“Now hold tight, I’m going to fuck you very hard, and very fast, are we clear?” He practically growls. I’m still nodding as He jacks His hips hard against mine, causing me to have to re-brace myself. He uses the swinging momentum I have from the cuffs to bounce me against His cock, with short, fast, and furious strokes. He just keeps going, never pulling all the way out, just draws back a little to pound back in. The rhythm is punishing as much as the clit pinch was earlier. I’m trying desperately not to moan, scream, or beg for permission to cum. Finally I feel Sir’s fingers tense on my hips, and I know He’s close. He goes over the edge, spills his cum into me but He keeps going, pounding me. I tighten my pussy muscles in an attempt to hold in my orgasm. Finally, He stops moving, and scoots forward to take my weight back fully onto His lap. He leans his forehead against mine and catches His breath. I’m frustrated and unsatisfied, but I love this moment when He’s at His least controlled. The car smells like sex and sweat, and I love it.
“Good girl, love,” he says with feeling. He lifts His head, removes my blind fold and looks into my eyes as he pushes my hair out of my face. “Good girl.” He says again. He reaches up and undoes the cuffs. Then He takes my ruined bra and wipes up the messy sex residue between my legs.
“Go get up front, let’s go home, and I will reward you for not cumming without permission,” He says. “I love it when you’re good, and I get to reward you, princess, it makes me so happy.” I glow with His praise, and I follow His instructions.