Punished By Passion: His Dirty Submissive

Chapter 3

I get out of the car and Cole instructs me to lean down on the side of the hood. Shivers are running through my body as I turn my head, feeling my cheek against the smooth metal. I can’t see what Cole is doing, and the anticipation is killing me.

“Please, Cole, can you at least do whatever you’re going to do on the other side of the car? So we’re not facing the road? In broad daylight?” I plead, desperately.

He laughs and says nothing. My cheeks grow warm as the reality of what’s about to happen sets in. I’m about to be punished by Cole on the side of a public road. I can’t tell if I’m more embarrassed or excited by the thought. My cunt is dripping, and I squeeze my legs together, desperately hoping Cole won’t notice how turned on I am.

Cole flips up my skirt, baring my thong covered ass. I feel a cool breeze hit my bare skin, and I shiver. Cole rubs his warm, big hand against my exposed globe. I hold my breath as he sneaks it closer and closer to my cunt. Just when I think he's about to make contact, he pulls back and viciously pulls down my thong.

For some reason, removing my thong somehow makes this ten times more embarrassing, even though my entire ass was displayed in the thong.

I squeeze my eyes, hoping Cole will get on with it, but he doesn’t. Instead, he teases me. Slowly, torturously. Deliciously.

“How do you feel, darling?” He drawls, lightly drawing a finger between my cheeks, and then just barely caressing my folds. I have to hold my breath to stop myself from gasping. His hand moves higher up my folds, inching towards my clit.

“Fine,” I whisper, willing myself to remain stoic. I refuse to give in to this. To show him how much I want this.

“Fine? Judging by how soaking wet you are, Jacqueline, I’d say you’re more than fine.”

Cole suddenly plunges three fingers into my cunt and I gasp automatically. My cheeks redden as I realize what I’ve done, and Cole chuckles.

“There’s no point trying to hide it from me, Jacqueline,” Cole says, “I know you like this. Just admit it. Tell me you’re a dirty little slut, and we can get back in the car.”

“No,” I say, teeth gritted. Part of me is mad at Cole, but a larger part of me is turned on by our back and forth exchange. I want Cole to challenge me. To make me give in.

“Do you know your safeword, Jacqueline?” Cole asks.

“Yes,” I mutter.

“What is it?”

“Electron,” I say, rolling my eyes.

Cole lands a harsh spank to my left ass cheek.

“Ow! What was that for?” I ask.

“For rolling your eyes at me.”

“I didn’t roll my eyes.”

SMACK!

This time, his hand lands across my right cheek.

“The sooner you stop lying, the sooner I can get you back to my place and f**k you silly on every surface.”

A warm, tingly sensation grows in my p***y at Cole's words.

“Would you like that, Jacqueline?” He asks me. He inserts two fingers into my slit, and starts to very slowly pump them in and out of me. “To be f****d on every surface of my house? Filled up in every single one of your slutty holes? f****d so hard that your voice is hoarse from screaming my name.”

Every dirty word Cole says makes my p***y get wetter and the heat between my legs grow hotter. I start panting and pushing my pink ass against him, begging for more. I don’t want to want him, but the more magic his fingers work, the greater the urge to give in becomes.

He lightly brushes my clit with the pad of his thumb, and I feel my knees buckle as pleasure sweeps through my body.

“Just admit it, Jacqueline,” he says, whispering in my ear. “Admit that you’re my dirty little slut and this can all be over.”

I don’t know if it’s pride or desire that’s driving my stubbornness, but I can’t give in to him. Not yet.

I say nothing.

“It’s your funeral, baby,” he says. He slips a finger into my cunt and increases the pressure on my button. The orgasm brewing in my core intensifies a thousandfold, and I feel my heartbeat quicken.

“Cole, stop, I’m about, I’m about …”

I can’t bring myself to say the word orgasm.

“About to what, sweetheart? Just say the safeword and I’ll stop. But you don’t want that, do you? You want to c*m like a dirty little slut on my fingers. Right here, on the side of the road. Isn’t’t that right?”

The pressure in my cunt is mounting, and I know it’s only a matter of seconds now.

“No, no,” I murmur, still protesting. I’m waging an inner war with myself between giving in and holding out, but as my climax approaches, I realize that both desires are funneling me in the same direction, giving in. Submitting to Cole. Right now, in public, for the whole world to see.

“c*m for me, slut,” Cole says.

My breath catches in my throat and I shatter. I start cumming desperately on Cole fingers. I lean into the hood of the car, pressing my t**s right up against it as spasms of pleasure rock my body. Cole clamps a hand down over my mouth, quieting me. As I’m cumming, I remember that we’re in public.

The dirtiness of it all sends a hot flash of embarrassment and desire through my core. I c*m harder. My cunt squeezes Cole fingers, contracting around him. I momentarily feel all of my muscles stiffen as ecstasy wraps my body from head to toe.

My orgasm gradually fades, and reality takes its place.

“You’re going to be a lot more fun than I thought, princess,” Cole says. He pulls up my soggy thong and pulls down my skirt. “Now get in the car.”

Still dazed from my orgasm, and perplexed by Cole's cryptic comment, I slide into the passenger seat and relax into the buttery leather.