The Enticement

“No,” Nathaniel said. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the seat. “You’ll have to be patient and wait to see where we’re going.”

“Men,” I mumbled under my breath.

He hadn’t put his collar back on me after lunch. I knew he hadn’t simply forgotten about it. He hadn’t recollared me for a reason. He also enjoyed teasing me. There was no doubt in my mind that he was thoroughly enjoying not telling me where we were going.

“It’s Delaware, right?” I asked. “It can’t be that earth-shattering.”

“Wait and see,” he said, eyes still closed.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Thank you.”

“I should have brought a book. I would have if I’d known we were going to spend half the day in the car.”

“We aren’t spending half the day in the car and even if we were, you’d get carsick.”

“True.” But it was fun being a brat sometimes. I glanced up, checking to be sure the glass divider between the back and front seats was up and the driver couldn’t hear us. “Too bad he can see us. If he couldn’t, we could find a way to make the time go by quicker.”

He finally cracked one eye open. “Are you bored?”

“No, just saying I might be by the time we get to wherever it is we’re going and that an orgasm or two would certainly make the trip go by faster.”

“You want an orgasm?” he asked in that you really shouldn’t have tone of voice.

“Um, maybe?”

“Oh, I think you do. So let’s take care of that. Right now.”

Exhibitionism I was into, but I really wasn’t sure I wanted our driver to see anything. “We just have to be careful. We can’t distract the driver and have him crash the car,” I said.

“Now you’re going to be all logical?” He shifted in his seat so he could see me better. “Let me worry about the details.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what the details were.

“Normally, I’d just fuck you here in the backseat, but since you’re so worried about distracting the driver, I’ll have to give you an orgasm without touching you.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Now you want a fun orgasm? I thought you were only after a way to make the miles go by faster.”

“I think I’ll quit while I’m ahead.” Sassy was fun. Digging myself a hole to get out of was another thing entirely.

“I think that would be wise.”

So do I get an orgasm?

“The driver can’t see below your waist,” Nathaniel continued. “Lift the hem of your skirt and finger yourself.”

Oh, shit.

“I think I’m okay. Seriously. Don’t need an orgasm after all.” I looked out the window. “Look at that guy driving the motorcycle. He looks exactly how I pictured Santa when I was little. Minus the motorcycle, of course.”

“Unfortunately, you’ve goaded me into giving you an orgasm, so if you don’t have at least one in the car, I won’t let you have one the rest of the time we’re here.”

I gaped at him. “But that’s days!”

“Yes, I can do math. Maybe next time you’ll think before you speak.” He sounded smug. He knew there was no way I’d risk not having an orgasm for the remainder of our trip.

I still didn’t move.

“Lift the hem of your skirt and finger yourself. Now.”

I sighed, but raised the hem of my skirt so it came midway between my upper thighs.

“Higher,” he said.

I inched it up a tiny bit.

“Pull it up so I can see your pussy.”

I hiked it up so I was fully exposed. I glanced at the driver, but he was watching the road. From the way his head bobbed, I guessed he was singing along to the radio.

“There we go,” Nathaniel said. “Now finger yourself.”

I slid a tentative finger along my slit. Fuck, I needed some friction.

“Bet you’re so wet, my cock would slide right in.”

“Bet you’re right.”

“Close your eyes,” he said and his voice was firmer.

Public play was fun and it turned me on, but I liked having my sight. One of the areas I needed to work on was trusting him more in these type of scenes. I closed my eyes, but it took some effort on my part.

“Very nice,” he said. “You’re getting better.”

“Thank you, Sir. I want to please you.”