With trembling hands I reach beneath my skirt to wriggle out of my underwear. Jonah’s hands circle me—not for an embrace, but to unzip the top few inches of my dress in the back. After I let the panties fall to the floor of the car, Jonah peels down the top of my sundress, exposing my breasts completely. He takes them in both hands and squeezes hard enough to take me to the edge of pain. When I pull back, his smile turns cruel.
“You can take more than that, can’t you? I bet you can.” He pushes me down until I’m lying on my back. The sedan is so wide that I can almost stretch the full length of it. “Now get those legs open.”
“Please—”
“Do it!” The edge in his voice is meant to frighten. To terrify. The unspoken words are or else.
I let my left leg fall to the side, parting my thighs. Jonah angles himself between my legs as he pushes my right knee up so far it’s almost against my chest.
Jonah takes a condom from the pocket of his cargos, which have almost fallen off his hips; his cock juts out like a knife. “See how nice I am to you?” he whispers as he slides the condom on. “I don’t have to use one of these. I could just fuck you without it. But I’m a nice guy.”
My arm is braced against the back of the seat. I’m splayed wide and helpless. Jonah’s so large, so strong, that I couldn’t push him off me if I tried.
“Aren’t you lucky?” Jonah says, and then I feel the hard pressure of his cock against my cunt.
I bite down on my bottom lip as he slides inside—inch by inch, until it burns. He stretches me out, opens me wide.
“That’s it,” he whispers as he sinks the rest of the way in. “Just like that.” Then he thrusts harder, filling me completely, and I cry out. He smiles at the sound and rocks his hips back so he can shove inside me again. I wish I could watch his cock going inside me, but I can’t. The crumpled red folds of my sundress are in the way. I can’t see; all I can do is feel.
Jonah keeps going, deliberately and almost cruelly slow. The tempo quickens without ever actually becoming fast. Every time he pulls almost all the way out, then plunges in deep and hard. Each time I have to gasp for breath, caught between pleasure and pain, because I’m on fire for him—reeling on the edge of orgasm, but he won’t thrust fast enough for me to come. He’s making this last longer, because he wants to revel in his power over me. Jonah wants to show me how helpless I am. Whatever he gives me, I have to take.
He lowers himself over me more each time, until we’re so close I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin. His tongue laps at my nipple, and then he opens his mouth to suck at me. It only lasts a moment, but that’s long enough to send a surge of pleasure ricocheting through me, brain to breasts to cunt.
I’m close. I’m so close.
“I can do this all night,” Jonah pants. Again he thrusts, so hard I clutch at the car seat, my fingernails digging into the leather. “We can go slow and hard like this until you can’t even walk. Or do you want me to fuck you faster and harder so I’ll fix your car and let you go home? Which one?”
“You—just get it over with, please get it over with.”
“But say it. I want you to say it.” Jonah grabs my free hand around the wrist, holding it over my head. He’s going to take whatever he wants. Making me ask for it is just one more way he proves he’s in total control. “You want to get back in your car and go home? Then tell me. Tell me to fuck you as hard as I can.”
Merely hearing the words brings me back to the brink. I’m dizzy and flushed, entirely helpless. My voice is hardly more than a whisper as I say, “Fuck me as hard as you can.”
Jonah rams his full length into me. His hands go to my waist and grip me tightly as he starts to pump into me, each stroke as brutal as the last. I cry out—one long cry I can’t control—as my blood rushes to my cunt. The sensation spirals, soars—and then my cry turns into a scream as I come. My head swirls in the rush of pure ecstasy, and I writhe beneath him as every muscle of my body surrenders to the intensity of my orgasm.
He knows what he’s done to me. But Jonah just says, “I’m just giving you what you asked for.” Then he speeds up, and the only sounds are his heavy breaths, my whimpers, and the wet slap of our bodies. By now I’m limp and dizzy, a completely passive body for him to use.
So he uses me. Jonah lifts my pelvis up slightly so he can thrust even deeper—I didn’t think that was possible—and then grimaces. He slides in slower, once, then goes totally still. He shuts his eyes as his mouth falls open. Then his fingers sink into my flesh, and a shudder goes through him.
Already I know I love to watch him come.
After he sucks in a couple of deep breaths, Jonah pulls out. “Get dressed,” he says roughly. “And get in your car. I’ll see what I can do.”
I pull up the front of my sundress but don’t bother with the zipper. As I feel around the floorboards, my fingers find my panties, still wet. The red heels are easy enough to step into, but my legs wobble beneath me as I get out of Jonah’s car and walk toward my own.
Had I ever thought that if we did it again, it wouldn’t be as good as the first time? In some ways tonight was even better. Jonah knows how my mind works. Without my ever having to tell him, he knows how to be the dark, dangerous man of my fantasies. How many different scenarios could he play out?
I want all of them.
I sink into my car and shut the door. Leaning forward, I brace my forehead against the steering wheel and try to catch my breath. I’m flushed and woozy. Next time I should bring a cold bottle of water with me, for after.
But next time could be anywhere . . .
The passenger-side door opens, and Jonah gets in. At first I think he’s going to role-play the end of it, telling me he’s fixed my car so I can go home. Instead he gently brushes a lock of hair from my sweaty face. “Are you all right?”
I nod. “That was—amazing.”
“Yeah. It was.”
“It’s like—like you read my mind that night we met. You did everything I dreamed you might do to me.”
“And you gave in even more perfectly than I dared to imagine.” Jonah’s hand slides down my bare shoulder, a lover’s caress. “God, you have no idea how good it feels. The way you trembled the first time I touched you—”
He gets off on my fear, or my simulation of it. Shouldn’t that be enough to make me frightened of him for real? But I crave him just the same. Jonah pushes me past my limits, and I want him to.
I tilt my head and smile at him. “Not going on any more trips to the South Pole?”
Jonah laughs—the first natural, easy laugh I’ve heard from him. “No. I haven’t got anything scheduled.”
“So we don’t have to wait a month for the next time?”
“I don’t intend to wait nearly that long.” His pale gaze drifts to the loose bodice of my sundress, like he might peel it off me again this second. “What do you want, next time? Where? When?”
There is no end to what I want from Jonah. We could fuck every night for a year and I still wouldn’t have run out of fantasies for him to fulfill.
Yet the fantasy itself is about losing control. And Jonah knows me so well—or his desires match mine so closely—that I don’t have to give him instructions. All I have to do is turn myself over to him, completely.
How can I best fulfill his fantasies? By giving him the most control. The most power.
“Next time,” I whisper, “—surprise me.”
“You mean . . . just find you when you’re not expecting it. Take you wherever you are.”
“And however you want.”
Jonah doesn’t say yes. Instead he leans forward and kisses me, a deep, searching kiss that tells me I’ve turned him on all over again.
Our mouths part. He whispers, “Good night, Vivienne.”
I would tell him good night too, but he’s already halfway out the door. It slams shut, sealing me back into my supposedly normal life.