Blow in the Dark

            As Hailey drove closer and closer to the older man that has her panties dripping without laying a single hand on her, her heart started to race. Could she really go through with this? Could she really give a blow job to this man that was over twenty years older than her and married with kids? Could she really go through with it? He wanted her to meet him in a dark, secluded area and get in his car. The simple answer was yes, she could.

            Ever since he first messaged her, claiming that he could teach her all about being a submissive, she was drawn to him. It didn’t matter that it was wrong, she just wanted to feel what it was like, to have someone use and abuse her, pull her hair and tell her she was a good girl, and that’s exactly what this guy did.

            Shaking, she pulled up behind his car and got out. She locked her car, making sure it beeped and clutched her phone tightly in her hand. She could do this. It was just a simple blow job.

            She opened the door to the sleek, black sports car and climbed inside. The first question, as always, “How are you feeling?”

            Brushing hair away from her face with shaky hands, Hailey replied, “Nervous.”

            He turned to her, his graying hair and lopsided smile making Hailey’s thighs clench. “That’s okay. You know you’re safe here. At any point that you want to stop, just say so. I won’t be mad, I promise. There are no repercussions for quitting.”

            Hailey took a deep breath. “I just need a minute.”

            “That’s fine. Would you like me to drive around the block?”

            She nodded, turning to stare out the windshield. She continued to breathe, trying to calm her anxious mind. As they drove, they made meaningless conversation and it helped put her at ease.

            All too quickly, they pulled back up to Hailey’s car. He put the car in park and turned to look at her again.

            “I want you to do everything tonight. And I mean everything.”

            Hailey just stared at him with her mouth wide open. “O-okay.” She looked down, then back up at him. “I’m terrified of embarrassing myself.”

            “You can’t embarrass yourself with a blow job. The only thing you can do wrong is leave a wet stain on my pants. Then I’ll just go to the nearest Sheetz, spill water on my pants and wait forty minutes, then go home and say ‘And then I spilled a jug of water on me!’”

            Hailey chuckled, feeling some of the nervous energy leave her. “I can do this.”

            With trembling fingers, she reached over the center console and slowly unzipped his pants.

            “Now, I want you to reach in there, find out what kind of underwear I’m wearing, and pull out my cock.”

            She took in a breath, preparing herself to the moment ahead. Stumbling slightly, she dug around, finally finding the opening in his boxers, which led to the discovery of a hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it, slightly tugging, trying to pull it out. Unsuccessful, she pulled her hand out and looked down. “I’m embarrassing myself.”

            “You’re fine. I’ll help you a little bit,” he said, reaching inside and pulling out his generous, hard length.

            Hailey stared at it, licking her lips. “You’re anything but average.” With still trembling hands, she reached out, clutching his dick in her tiny hands. She jerked him gently, afraid to hurt him.

            “What are you thinking now?” he asked.

            “I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you.”

            “You won’t hurt me. I’ll tell you if you do.”

            Nodding, Hailey leaned over and ran her tongue down his erection. Feeling a bit braver, she opened her mouth and took in the tip, swirling her tongue under the head.

            “You’re off to a good start,” he mumbled, leaning back.

            She took that compliment and decided to try adding more of him into her mouth. Relaxing her gag reflexes as best she could, she swallowed as much as him as she could take. He rewarded her with a groan.

            This continued for a few minutes, his hands wandering her fully clothed body. He whispered naughty things to her, which made her panties wet with desire.

            He would say something, and she would go to respond, only to be told that nobody told her to stop sucking his cock. Her face burned at the realization that his bluntness turned her on.

            Soon, she had his balls in her mouth, smiling when she heard him tell her how good she was. Hailey was starting to sweat and no doubt the windows were fogging up.

            Suddenly, he had a grip on her hair, pulling her mouth away from his testicles. She moaned at the delicious sensation. He led her mouth back to his cock, with the demand to “Open”.

            She complied, anxious for whatever he was about to do. He thrust his hips inside her mouth, going deeper than anyone has before. She gagged slightly, and was reprimanded.

            “Was that teeth I felt?”

            She nodded. “I’m sorry, sir.”

            “And why did I feel that?”

            “I gagged.”

            “We’ll need to work on that. Keep going,” he demanded, releasing her hair.

            She lowered her face back to his erection, happy to continue pleasing him. She was so turned on, she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her.

            “I was going to ask you to bring a condom tonight, but I don’t think you’re ready for that. If you had, I’d be fucking your tight pussy on the hood of this car right now.”

            Hailey sucked in a breath, her pussy clenching at the thought.

            “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

            She nodded, her mouth still full.

            “Where do you want my cock?”       

            “In my pussy, sir.”

            “And why?”

            “I want to feel you inside me.”

            She gasped with pleasure as his hand came down on her ass. This only spurred her on more. She took more and more of him inside her, her hands rolling his balls. His hands found her nipples, pulling and twisting, causing her to moan around his shaft.

            His hips started to thrust again, fucking her face. Hailey sheathed her teeth as best she could with her lips, reveling in the sensation.

            Her hair was once again being pulled. She had never been so turned on in her life. This is what she’s been needing. She wanted more, she wanted him inside her. Anywhere, she would take him. She wanted to please him, and she knew that pleasing him would please her.

            Suddenly, he pulled her up by her hair. It was then that she heard the ringing of a timer going off. “That’s enough for tonight.”

            She looked at him, hair sticking to her red, sweaty face. She was panting, sad for it to be over. “But don’t you want to finish?” she asked, gesturing to his still hard cock.

            “I rarely come from oral sex. And I could have helped you out, but I don’t think I want that tonight.”

            Hailey just nodded.

            “Say goodbye to my cock.”

            Hailey’s face flushed even more as she leaned over and placed a kiss on the head.

            “Deeper.”

            She listened to his command and swallowed him whole, quickly pulling back up.

            “You did good tonight. I hope we can do this tomorrow. I would give you a kiss, but with your attachment issues, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

            “You’re probably right,” she muttered, fixing her bra and getting out of the car.

            He stepped out from the driver’s side, fixing his clothes. “Why am I not going to kiss you?”

            “Because I could be any woman to you.”

            “That’s right. Thank you for tonight. I hope to see you tomorrow.”

Master...

Being that person, that man, is how I define myself, how I allow the rest of the world to define me as well. And now, with a terrible loss shredding me inside out and someone trying to destroy my family to punish me, control is more important than ever. It is everything. It is what I need. It is all I need. Or maybe I just need...her.

“You say I’ll never own you. If I win—you willingly give me that right. You sign not only the debt agreement, but another—one that makes me your master until your last breath is taken. You do that, and I’ll give you this.”

Nila Weaver’s family is indebted. Stolen, taken, and bound not by monsters but by an agreement written over six hundred years ago, she has no way out.

She belongs to Jethro as much as she denies it.

Jethro Hawk’s patience is running out. His inheritance gift tests, challenges, and surprises him—and not in good ways. He hasn’t leashed her but he thinks he might’ve found a way to bind her forever.

Debts are mounting. Payment waiting.