November 5, 2008

Riding.

Posted in stories tagged at 1:05 am by littlesubmissions

“Get in.”

He looked into the open trunk, looked at her hand on the lid, saw her eyes watching him with a blank expression, waiting behind a mask to see what he’d do.

He licked his lips, thought about fantasies of being shoved into the back of the car, stomach smacking into the molded curves, breath whooshing out violently as she kicked at the back of his knees and shoved on his ass, shoveling him into the trunk like so much garbage.  Telling him to be naked and hard for her by the time they got… wherever.  Tossing him toys in a brown paper bag, telling him he could try to guess in the darkness which went in his mouth and which went in his ass by their shape.

And he better be right.

He’d gotten hard to those fantasies, imagined her abusing him, but this…  he had time to think.  Time to consider how stupid and dangerous it was.  Of how bad it could be if there was a wreck.  Time to wonder if carbon monoxide could filter up from the exhaust system and cause asphyxiation, or maybe just permanent brain damage.  Or was it carbon dioxide in car exhaust?

There was no lust, no screaming endorphins to make him forget the possible consequences of acting on his animal desires.  Just her looking at him with calm, waiting eyes.

Just two words that told him to trust her, that she wouldn’t force him, that she’d do all she could to keep him safe.  That she couldn’t protect him from everything all the time, but that she’d damn sure try.  Two words that asked if he thought she’d let him be broken into pieces, or if he trusted her to take care of him.

He got in.

Copyright Jerry Jones.  Unauthorized use is prohibited.

4 Comments »

  1. Verity said,

    Oh! Excellent………you cought it so well.

  2. littlesubmissions said,

    Thanks Verity.

  3. Ferns said,

    Lovely V.

    I like how you took his arousal out of it (hence he is thinking with his other head!) and made it about trust. Really lovely.

    Ferns

  4. littlesubmissions said,

    Thank you Ferns, sometimes I wonder about writing erotica without much sex, but it seems to work for some people. Glad you liked it.


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