Page 100 of Executing Malice

“Hurry before someone drives by and sees your wet cunt,” he taunts, but rather than let me comply, he’s prodding my back channel with two ungloved fingers.

He circles the puckered hole, his digits slippery and cold. He doesn’t seem to give a shit about getting caught when he eases them past my tight ring.

“Dante...” I gasp, head falling forward at the initial burn.

“Ride,” he hisses, keeping still and letting me impale myself.

On him.

On the dildo.

To take my time and adjust as tiny cobwebs of pain shatter through me. As my muscles tense and attempt to dislodge the invader.

Maybe it’s the thrill of possibly getting caught, or just how badly this man makes me horny, but I am determined to take him. To make him proud. I’m even getting the hang of it when he unexpectedly withdraws. The loss makes me shudder, but it’s only for a second when he draws me the rest of the way to take the plug.

It’s not nearly as thick as his fingers, but the ridges take me by surprise. I can’t be sure if I like them or not when his hands slip around my middle and drift up to cup my breasts. His chest settles against my back and I’m made to lean into him as he drags my collar down and spills me out into the dwindling evening.

“Just like this,” he drawls into my ear. “Let everyone see your pretty, pierced nipples.”

My natural instinct is to tell him he’s fucking insane, but I remember his words from earlier.

“I wouldn’t let them see anything.”

So, I relent.

I don’t fix my top but stay the way he’s instructed and earn the sweep of his thumbs over the tips.

“Ready for your next surprise?”

I tip my head back, slightly awkward with the helmets between us. “How many are there?”

“That’s none of your business.” He bumps his visor lightly against mine. “You only need to enjoy them.”

He can’t see my grin, but it pulls on my mouth as he draws away. He circles back to the front and turns the throttle.

When the engine roars back to life, the vibration goes straight into the plugs and I become aware of the tiny, silicone hook at the front, curved point positioned right over my clit.

“Fuck!” I wheeze as it strums my switch. “Dante...”

“That’s not even the best part,” he taunts.

I don’t get the chance to ask when he reaches into one of his million pockets and draws out a tiny, plastic disc.

He clicks it.

The vibration nearly sends me off the toy. Its sheer intensity slams through me with a force that has my core throbbing. The hook at my clit flicks over my piercing, amplifying that sweet cruelty that has my back arching. My thighs clench instinctively, pressing against the seat as I ride the toy like I’m getting paid while he watches me.

Stroking his cock through the front of his pants.

“Greedy little whore,” he breathes, chest rising and falling as rapidly as my hips. “You like that, don’t you?”

He flicks his thumb over the remote and the hum increases. The buzz sends my head back and I choke on a wail.

“Don’t cum, little whore. I’m not done with you.”

I barely hear him.

I don’t care about anything, except the swirling inferno of liquid heat flooding my core. The weight of the plug in my ass. The pressure of both, combined with that flicker at the front.