Chapter 66 66
FREYA POV
“I meant what I said,” I whispered,
“Punish me.”
His eyes narrowed, and without another word, he grabbed my chin, tilting my head back. His lips pressed against mine, forcing them open. His tongue pushed inside, sliding over mine, tasting me deeply. I kissed him back, my hands reaching up to grip his shoulders.
He broke the kiss first, pulling back just enough to look at me. “Take off your dress,” he ordered, his voice low and rough.
I hesitated for a second, glancing out the window. The driver was still standing outside, his back to the car, but we were in a dark side street, away from the main road. No one else was around. My pulse raced as I reached behind me, finding the zipper of the emerald gown. I pulled it down slowly, The dress loosened, and I shrugged it off my shoulders, letting it slide down to my waist. My breasts were exposed now.
Steve’s gaze dropped to them, and he reached out, cupping one breast in his hand. His palm was rough against my skin as he squeezed them but not gently. His thumb brushed over my nipple, rubbing it back and forth until it peaked even more. I let out a small gasp, arching into his touch. He leaned down, his mouth closing over the other nipple. His tongue flicked against it, then he sucked hard, pulling it into his mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, biting just enough to send a sharp sting through me.
I moaned, my hands moving to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment—sucking, biting, licking. His free hand slid down my side, pushing the dress further down my hips. I lifted myself slightly to help, and he yanked it off completely, tossing it onto the floor of the car. Now I was in just my panties, black lace that barely covered anything.
“Spread your legs,” he said, his mouth still close to my skin.
I did as he told me, parting my thighs. The seat was wide enough, but it felt intimate, confined in the back of the car. His hand moved between my legs, fingers pressing against the lace. He rubbed slowly, feeling the heat and wetness already soaking through. “You’re wet,” he murmured, his voice approving. He hooked a finger under the edge of the panties and pulled them aside, exposing me.
His fingers touched my bare skin, sliding along my folds. He found my clit and circled it with his thumb, applying steady pressure. I bucked my hips slightly, wanting more. He dipped one finger inside me, pushing in deep. I was slick, and it slid in easily. He added a second finger, stretching me as he pumped them in and out slowly. His thumb kept working my clit, rubbing in small, firm circles.
I gripped the seat behind me, my head falling back against the headrest. “Steve,” I breathed, my voice shaky. The pleasure was building already, a tight coil in my lower belly. He curled his fingers inside me, hitting that spot that made my toes curl. He kept the move steady, not rushing, just building it layer by layer.
After a few minutes, he pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching. He brought them to my mouth. “Taste yourself,” he said. I opened my lips, and he pushed his fingers inside. I sucked on them, tasting my own arousal, so salty and musky. His eyes darkened as he watched me.
He withdrew his fingers and unbuckled his belt with one hand. The sound of the zipper was sharp. He freed his cock, hard and thick, veins standing out along the length. It sprang out, the head already glistening with pre-cum. He stroked himself once, slowly, from base to tip. “On your knees,” he commanded.
The car wasn’t huge, but I managed to turn and kneel on the seat, facing him. My ass was up, but he guided me down until my mouth was level with his cock. I leaned forward, taking the head into my mouth. My lips stretched around it as I sucked gently at first, my tongue swirling over the tip. He groaned, his hand coming to the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair. He didn’t push yet, letting me set the pace.
I took more of him in, sliding my mouth down his shaft. He was big, filling my mouth completely. I bobbed my head slowly, sucking as I went up and down. My hand wrapped around the base, stroking what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. His hips shifted slightly, thrusting up to meet me. I could taste him, the salty pre-cum mixing with my saliva. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, and he let out a low growl.
“Enough,” he said after a while, pulling me off him. His cock was slick now, shining in the dim light from the streetlamp outside. He grabbed my hips and flipped me around, positioning me so I was straddling him. My knees dug into the seat on either side of his thighs. He pulled my panties aside again, lining himself up with my entrance.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch. I felt every bit of him stretching me, filling me up. It was a tight fit in this position, but he kept going until he was buried deep inside. I gasped, my hands on his shoulders for balance. He held my hips, keeping me still for a moment, letting me adjust. Then he started moving, thrusting up into me.
The move was slow at first, deliberate. Each thrust went deep, his cock sliding out almost all the way before pushing back in. I rocked my hips to meet him, grinding down when he was fully inside. MSweat started to bead on my skin, the car growing warmer.
He reached up, pinching my nipples as we moved. The pain mixed with the pleasure, making me clench around him. He groaned, thrusting harder but still not rushing. His hands moved to my ass, squeezing the cheeks, spreading them as he pulled me down onto him. One finger teased my back entrance, circling it lightly before pressing in just a little. I moaned louder, the sensation new and overwhelming.
We kept going like that for what felt like forever—slow, deep thrusts, his hands exploring my body. He kissed my neck, sucking on the skin hard enough to leave marks. His teeth bit down, and I cried out, my nails digging into his shirt. The build-up was torturous, the pleasure mounting slowly until I was trembling.
“Turn around,” he said suddenly, lifting me off him. His cock slipped out, wet and throbbing. I turned, facing away from him now, my back to his chest. He guided me back down onto him, reverse cowgirl style. In this position, he could go even deeper. I leaned forward slightly, bracing my hands on the seat in front of me. He thrust up, his hands on my hips pulling me down hard.
The angle hit different spots inside me, making me see stars. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit again. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, fast circles that contrasted with the slow pace of his cock. I was close now, the orgasm building like a wave. My breaths came in short pants, my body tensing.
“Cum for me,” he growled in my ear. That pushed me over the edge. The climax hit hard, my muscles clenching around him as waves of pleasure rolled through me. I cried out, my voice echoing in the car. He didn’t stop, thrusting through it, prolonging the sensation.
When I came down, he flipped me again, this time laying me back on the seat. He hovered over me, spreading my legs wide. He entered me again, missionary now, his weight pressing me into the leather. His thrusts were still measured, deep and powerful. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up more. The position let him hit even deeper, his balls slapping against my skin with each movement.
Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Our tongues tangled as he fucked me, the pace picking up just a little but still not rushed. His hand slid between us, rubbing my clit again. I was sensitive from the first orgasm, and it didn’t take long for another to build.
He broke the kiss, burying his face in my neck. “I’m close,” he muttered, his voice strained. His thrusts grew crazy, but he held back, drawing it out. Finally, with a deep groan, he came inside me, his cock pulsing as he filled me with hot spurts. The sensation triggered my second orgasm, and I clenched around him, milking every drop.
We stayed like that for a minute, both breathing heavily. He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking out of me onto the seat. He sat back, tucking himself away and zipping up. I lay there, spent, my body limp. He reached for my dress on the floor and helped me back into it, his touch surprisingly gentle now.
The driver must have heard us quiet down because he returned to the car without a word, starting the engine. As we pulled away, Steve pulled me against his side. “Punishment delivered,” he said softly. I smiled, closing my eyes, the ache between my legs
“Gym” Steve told the driver
I looked at him with a weak eyes that ask “why the Gym?”
He only squeezed my hand..