Nothing mattered anymore. Not Veronica, not the hundred bucks, not Elliott probably spitting and hissing fire in the kitchen. All I cared about was King, standing right in front of me, more solid than my reality. I wanted to come with him. I wanted to give him everything.

I knew what I was doing was stupid, I knew I was being foolish, yet I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted this, I wanted him.

I followed him out of that coat room with my skirt hiking up on my thighs, my face flushed from the taste of my own juices and my needy pussy clenching. He took my hand firmly and led me out of there without so much as a glance over his shoulder. I didn’t get to say goodbye to anyone, or see Elliott’s enraged face as we left the gallery. I didn’t even get to take my clothes or my damn coat, and I only realized it when we were outside and I shivered in the chill of the night.

“Cold?” he asked, pulling me along the street. He was walking briskly and I had to take long steps to keep up.

“Yes,” I nodded, my teeth starting to chatter. “Very cold… sir.”

He stopped for a second and slipped off his blazer, placing it over my shoulders. I felt so small when he touched me, like I was a doll he was playing with. I loved the feeling. And I craved more of it.

I looked down as he draped the blazer over me, suddenly too nervous to return his gaze. What was I fucking doing? He was a complete stranger, and I’d let him… touch me. And take me back to his place.

“Are you a murderer?” I asked him out of the blue, and he chuckled.

“No,” he replied smoothly. “I’m a man who knows what he wants, Pet.”

There was that nickname again. The way he’d discarded my real name like it meant nothing, but it felt oddly liberating instead. My pretentious name had always been the most unique thing about me. Without it, I was just the boring girl next door. But as Pet, I felt anything but boring. As Pet, I felt special.

I wondered briefly if he’d called any other women by that name, but my thoughts dissolved into thin air when a car pulled up to the curb and the driver exited, opening the doors. I realized it was meant for us when King led me inside, his hand firm in mine when he guided me to my seat.

The door closed behind us and we were alone in the darkness, cut off from the driver by a black mirrored partition. The car pulled away and I wondered if the driver could see us. And I wondered again how I could be so stupid to trust a man I didn’t know, but my worries turned to dust when his mouth latched onto mine.

I hadn’t kissed a lot of guys, let alone men. And I’d never kissed anyone quite like King.

He didn’t let me kiss him back. He fucked my mouth with his tongue, pushing it forcefully between my lips and claiming every drop of the wetness that lay behind them. I moaned against his lips and he deepened our kiss, making me tremble against his hard body.

His hand inched its way up to my throat and his fingers wrapped around my neck. He squeezed gently and pulled me back. My breath hitched as he looked at my flushed face, and laughed into it. His thumb rubbed circles into the hollow of my throat, gently cutting off my air supply. I wanted him to take more of it, wanted him to take my breath away.

He made me feel like I was nothing but a set of warm holes for him to pleasure himself with. And he made me fucking like it.

“Open your mouth,” he told me, and I obeyed on instinct, my lips parting in a small O. He groaned at the sight, and his free hand went to the bulge in his pants. “Wider!”

I tried, but it wasn’t enough. His hand went from the hardness between his legs to my mouth and he forced me open just like he had in the closet.

“Stick your fucking tongue out,” he said, and I did. He trapped it between his fingers and held me open like that, like I was some cheap whore. And once again, I loved it.

“So you’re a virgin,” he grinned at me. I gave him an uncomfortable look, stretched for his pleasure and unable to say a word. “Nod or shake your head when I ask you something. Understood, Pet?”

I nodded.

“Have you sucked a cock before?”

I shook my head. It was dark in the car, the streetlights zipping by just a faint glow through the tinted windows, but I was desperate to see more of him. All I could make out of his cock was a hard outline against his leg. Not that I had anything to compare it to.

“Jacked someone off?”

Again, I shook my head.

“Have you touched yourself before?”

I looked away. He moved his hand from my throat and slapped my cheek hard. I stared at him in shock as my cheek burned with the impact. “Nod or shake your head. Don’t be a stupid little bitch.”

I nodded, tears burning behind my eyes.

I should’ve gotten out of the car right then and there, but I was too needy, too fucking wet to make a move.

“Ever made yourself come?”

His voice was low and gravelly, and I shook my head no. It made him chuckle.

“You don’t know how to do it, do you?”

I shook my head no.

“This is why I fucking hate virgins,” he muttered to himself, and I blushed so fiercely I could feel the heat in my cheeks.

He let go of my tongue and I moaned, my jaw sore from being forced open. King reached for my skirt, pushed it up my thighs, then grabbed my ass and pulled me onto his lap with my legs spread. His cock pressed against my belly, so fucking hard and so big I raised a hand to my lips in surprise. He didn’t mention my shock or acknowledge it in any way.

“How old are you?” he asked, his fingers trailing a line down my arm and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Eighteen,” I replied in a small voice, trying to gather some courage. I didn’t know how he’d react to a question, but there was only one way to find out. “How old are you?”

“Forty.” He tipped my chin back, grabbing my neck right below it and turned my head sideways like he was fucking inspecting me. “You look younger.”

“So do you,” I managed to get out, and he laughed again. His cock twitched against my belly and I twisted in his lap, uncomfortable but so damn needy at the same time. “Are you gonna make me come?”

He tangled his fingers in my hair and tugged on it gently, bobbing my head.

“You’re gonna make yourself come,” he told me. “And then I’ll decide if you deserve my cock.”

I felt the heat between my legs, my pussy pulsing with the desperate need to be filled for the first time.

“How?” I asked him nervously, and his eyes burned holes into mine.

“However you want,” he told me.

“Now?”

“No time like the present.”

I glared at him. Why the hell did I have to prove myself to him? He was just some random stranger. Yeah, he was handsome. He looked like a fucking movie star. But was I really going to let him humiliate me just so he could take my virginity?

He rested his palm against my inner thigh and I hissed as his fingers toyed with the hem of my panties.

Yes. Yes, I was going to let him humiliate me. I wanted it.

“Touch me,” I begged him, my voice raspy with need. “Touch me there, please.”

“Touch your sweet little cunt?” he asked me, his fingers lingering uncomfortably close to my pussy. “You want me to tear those soaked panties off?”

He tapped a finger against the fabric and I hissed again.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you want me to do. In fucking detail, Pet.”

I wondered again about the driver. If he couldn’t see us, I’m sure he could hear us. My tongue felt so heavy, and the words just wouldn’t roll off it.

“Tell me!” he said again.

“Push my panties aside,” I managed to get out.

“And?”

“And… feel how wet I am.”

“Are you?”

“Y-yeah…”

His palm hit my pussy, fast. I yelped as his fingers lingered over the fabric of my underwear, his thumbs pressing down on my cunt and his fingers digging into my ass.

“You can do better than that, can’t you?”

“Fuck you,” I bit out, but I stuttered over the words. “Seriously, fuck you.”

Carelessly, he yanked the fabric of my panties aside and his thumb was parting my pussy lips, rubbing against my clit. My head fell back and I had to fight the urge to buck my hips against his dirty fucking fingers.

“You will,” he promised me. “Eventually. Once I’m convinced you’re so fucking cock-starved you’ll lick your own pussy juice off the floor if you have to, just to get to feel me pushing inside you.”

I mewled as he rubbed my clit, crying out. My head went to his shoulder and I pressed my body close.

“Needy,” he told me. “Needy little slut. Keep going. Tell me what you want me to do to that dripping snatch.”

“S-stretch it,” I whispered into his ear as he toyed with my clit. “Gape it for me, sir.”

“Gape it?” he laughed into my hair.

“Yeah,” I whined. His fingers dug into my clit and I cried out when he pinched it between his fingers. “Oh God, oh my God. Gape it really wide.”

“I’ll remember you said that,” he said, his voice dripping with sweetness. “You’ll be sorry you did.”

He put his mouth on my chest and sought out my nipple. He bit it, right through the flimsy lace of my bra and into the sensitive skin. I bucked my hips against him and I saw stars. I rubbed against his crotch with panting breaths and it made him laugh out loud.

“Good girl,” he said darkly. “Put your hands behind your back, cross them at the wrists.”

I obeyed blindly, my breaths getting heavier and deeper. I awaited my next instruction, but all he did was lean back comfortably against the car seat. I could feel the vibrations of the ride in my pussy, making me want to grind on him more. I wanted to soak his fucking pants, punish him for what he was doing to me, but I had a feeling the dirty jackass would like it.

“Come for me,” he said.

I opened my mouth to protest, but thought better of it in the end. I moved my hips tentatively, my head coming to rest on his shoulder. I moaned in his ear as I rode his crotch, his rock hard cock pressing against my belly. I felt his fingers reaching up and he slipped his blazer off me. The blouse was next and I moaned as he pulled it over my head, exposing my body in just lingerie with the pencil skirt wrapped around my waist. My pink cotton panties were soaked, and I was wearing a pretty black lace bra, but they didn’t match at all. I didn’t have a spare moment to worry about it though, because in one swift movement he’d reached behind my back, undone my bra and it was flung to one side. My hands flew to my chest to shield it from his eyes, but he pried them away from me.

“Behind your back,” he reminded me. “And I told you to fucking come for me.”

As I clasped my hands behind my back, his hands went to my panties, and when he tore them apart and ripped them away from me I swear I almost came.

My breaths were ragged. My heart racing way too fast. I hated him. I wanted to scratch at his too-handsome-to-exist face. I wanted to humiliate him just like he was doing to me. He tipped my chin back when I tried to lean on his shoulder again, making me look into his eyes.

“Too late to be shy, Pet,” he told me with a grin.

He bounced me on his knee and I moaned, my little tits pushing into his face. I felt embarrassed as fuck, embarrassed about how wet I was, about the less than impressive size of my boobs, about the fact that I was so exposed and he was so… in control. Embarrassed about the need deep inside to submit to this man I’d barely just met.

I started grinding on his lap, anything to get that little bit of friction that could set me off in a single fucking minute. My pussy burned as I rubbed it against the expensive fabric of his trousers, ruining them with the wetness that was dripping from my cunt. I forgot to be embarrassed. I just focused on the feeling, on the hardness of his cock on my bare skin, on the way he let a groan slip out here and there as I rode him.

My head was swimming with nerves and unbearable heat, my body shaking with a need I didn’t fully understand. Yet I looked into his stony eyes and begged with my pupils dilated and my morals gone.

“What a perfect little slut,” he said, his voice strained.

I knotted my fingers together behind my back, riding his lap harder. His cock was twitching against me. I had a feeling the wet spot on his trousers wasn’t just from me, and it turned me on so much I cried out.

“Yes!” he said. “Do it! Come for me, slut!”

“Help me,” I begged him. “Help me, please…”

“No,” he said simply, and I mewled, desperately grinding my cunt on him, bucking my hips at him.

“Please, help me,” I begged him. “I don’t know how, you won’t let me touch…”

“Like this,” he groaned, reaching for my hips and placing my bare pussy on top of his twitching cock, the fabric of his trousers the only thing separating us.

“Fuck,” I breathed. In the back of my mind, I realized the car had stopped, but I didn’t give a shit. “Take it out, please. Put it inside me.”

“Soon,” he promised. His fingers were digging into my ass and my hips were grinding against him. I couldn’t stop myself. My body was acting of its own accord.

“More,” I whispered, “I need more.”

He pulled me closer by the neck, looking into my eyes as he spoke to me. He was so fucking calm, like this was something he did every day. And maybe he did but I didn’t fucking care.

“Keep working that snatch,” he told me. “Keep fucking riding my lap, little Pet. And I promise you I will give you anything you want and more.”

I thought of all the things I’d worked for in my life. Independence. My own shitty flat. Money, an education. A stable relationship with a guy, and a good one with my parents.

And yet, the only thing I really wanted was his cock.

“Your… cock,” I gasped against his lips, and he grinned as he stared me down. “Your cock, deep inside me.”

“In every sweet hole,” he promised and I yelped as he made me grind harder. I was going fast then, needing to feel the pressure build some more, to what extent, I didn’t know.

“Your ass first.”

I moaned.

“Your mouth second.”

He was so dirty, and I loved it.

“That sweet fucking pussy last, Pet. I want to finish in your pussy once I’ve split you open.”

A shudder ran through me. Sparks flying. My tits. My pussy. Sparks flying everywhere. And I moaned like a whore. “I so want it in my mouth,” I whispered.

“Come for me!” he told me again.

“Please let me have it,” I begged. “Let me fucking have it.”

“Come!”

I wanted to cry out in frustration. It wasn’t enough. I’d never done this before. I didn’t think I’d ever had a proper orgasm. I wanted it so badly, just so I could please him. Just so he could live up to his word and fuck me, fill me up, break me and make me cry. I felt tears welling in my eyes, and before I could look away, they spilled down my cheeks.

He groaned when a frustrated sob escaped my lips. He reached up to my cheeks and wiped a tear with his fingertip, brought it to his lips and licked it off. I stared at him while more tears fell. He was surely done with me now.

“So pretty when you cry,” he said. “I knew you would be.”

And then his fingers were in my hair and he was pushing me to my knees. I was on the floor of the unmoving car and he was unbuttoning his trousers and then his dick was in front of me, enormous, bulging, the veins throbbing, the tip so deep red it almost looked purple. I gasped and he used the moment to his advantage, forcing himself into my mouth.

I choked, but he kept going deeper and deeper, driving himself inside me with such force I gagged. His hands went to the back of my head and he held me in place.

I felt him throb in my mouth and I looked up, my eyes connecting with his. It was unfair, he was supposed to give me some time, take it easy, be gentle. He was a fucking prick, he was just using me. And when I looked up at him, he wiped another tear from my eyes with his thumb and grinned at me.

“Take it,” he told me roughly. “Come on, Pet. Wider. Open wider.”

And I did.

He groaned and I felt it, knew he was going to explode. I sucked my cheeks in and he cursed out loud. He stroked my hair with one hand, but it was when he squeezed my nose shut with the other that I knew I was about to come.

It built and built and built inside me, and then I was moaning on his cock, begging in incoherent sentences, crying like a fucking baby, sucking desperately, trying not to pass out as my fingers found my clit. And it happened, I came with a spluttering cry and a mouthful of cock, and it was all he needed to spill his load inside me.

My teeth grazed his dick because I needed it all. He made me look into his eyes, my vision blurred by tears as he filled up my mouth. There was so much of it, and it was warm. I cried harder when he pulled out.

“Open your dirty fucking mouth,” he said, his hand jerking that beautiful cock. “Stick your tongue out, slut.”

I did it, and he grabbed my cheeks and made sure it was all gone.

His eyes grew softer and he stroked my hair, still jerking his cock.

“Do you want to stop playing, Pet?”

I shook my head no.

“Then why are you crying?”

“Because you came down my throat,” I whispered. “And it was too deep down for me to taste it.”