He still walked around to my side of the car but pushed me against the door, pressing his body into mine as he snaked one of his hands into my hair and pulled until I was looking up at him.
"I'm going to kiss you now, Genevieve. Do you want this?"
And I knew there was a double meaning to his question.
"Yes, Dominic, I do. I want this so bad," I admitted as I held onto his sides, pulling him closer.
He smiled wickedly, "Such a good girl," he whispered and then his lips were on mine.
It wasn't lost on me that our first kiss was in a parking lot as he swiped his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entry. My lips parted and his tongue caressed mine and the taste of him and the wine had me intoxicated.
His free hand trailed down my back to my ass and he squeezed one of the cheeks there and I moaned, loving the feeling of his hands in my hair and on my body.
He started kissing down my neck and I pulled him closer, needing to feel his body all over me.
"You're so eager for me," his hot breath fanned against the skin of my neck and I yelped in surprise as he bit the skin there.
"Dom, please!"
I didn't know what I was asking for but I knew that he would know. He would know exactly what I needed.
"Are you coming home with me, Genevieve," he asked as he gazed down into my eyes.
The sky was dark now but I could see his eyes ablaze with a lust that wouldn't be satiated easily.
I knew if I said yes there would be no going back. I couldn't just be his assistant anymore. I would be his...
What? His fuck buddy?
'Are you sure this is what you want? Are you willing to be his friend with benefits if he doesn't want more? Can you keep your heart out of this if need be?'
"Yes," I breathed out, still clutching his sides.
"Get in the car then, slut," he said with a smirk and as I moved around him to get into the door he had opened for me, he smacked my ass.
"Yes, Sir," I said and got in. My mind had been made up the moment I first laid eyes on him. I didn't care what happened after tonight. If he acted as though nothing happened come Monday, I'd be content because at least I got to spend one night with him.
When he had walked around to his side, put our food containers in the back seat, and then got in and started the car, I shivered, loving the feeling of the rumble underneath me, to which he chuckled.
"You're so sensitive," he said in wonder, reversing out of the spot and then driving back up the alley and out onto the main road.
I whimpered as he took the zipper at the front of my breast and tugged it out but didn't pull it down.
"I want this off of your body, Genevieve. I want to see what's underneath," he said as his voice dropped low and dark.
I gasped and looked out the windows.
Though it was dark, what if someone saw? What if someone happened to look over and see me naked for him?
"The windows are as tinted as legally possible. No one can see you, Princess. Go ahead and unzip that dress for me," he said reassuringly.
I took a deep breath and looked at his eyes gleaming in the interior lights of the car as I slid the zipper down the dress and peeled it away from my skin. I couldn't wear a bra with this dress so I had heart pasties covering my nipples.
"Oh, fuck," I heard him whisper as he adjusted himself while looking at my half-naked figure.
"Take them off," he said through clenched teeth, staring at my breasts, "I want to see what's underneath."
I peeled the pasties off and my nipples grew hard under his stare.
Looking out the window to make sure that what he said was true, I watched as we pass by a man in a car and he hadn't looked our way.
"Dom," I moaned as I tugged one of my nipples, suddenly turned on by the fact that if anyone looked hard enough they could probably see my naked figure.
"You're such a little slut for me, Genevieve. You listen very well but do you want to make me happy?"
"Yes," I moaned as I look at him through half-lidded eyes.
'More than anything.'
"Touch yourself," he commanded.
"I am," I answered, rolling my nipples between my fingers.
"No, touch yourself like the slut you are," he said as his eyes stared at my white lace-covered mound before looking back out at the road.
"Oh, God," I whispered but complied because I wanted him happy.
I rubbed my fingers against my sex through my panties, moaning at the sensitivity of it, but he had other plans.
"Inside," he commanded in a sharp tone.
I pulled my panties to the side and rubbed my clitoris gently, still rolling a nipple between the fingers of my other hand.
"Dominic," I moaned, already so turned on and wet under his gaze, knowing that if I applied the right amount of pressure I could come right here on his leather seats.
"Rub faster," he commanded and licked his bottom lip, stealing glances at what I was doing while also keeping his eyes on the road in front of us.
I complied, breathing heavily. I was frightened but turned on by the fact that he had so much control over me. I had never done this before, never even dreamed of doing this before, yet here I was rubbing myself in his car.
I wanted him, though. I wanted his fingers, his mouth, all of him, but at this moment, I would settle for the words that left his plump lips.
"I'm gonna come, Dominic," I whimpered as I shut my eyes, rubbing myself towards my climax.
"No, you are not," he spat through his teeth and my eyes popped open to look over at him.
I slowed my rubbing, my core throbbing, wanting my climax.
"I didn't say you could slow down," he grabbed one of my breasts and pinched the nipple between his fingers roughly.
"If I don't slow down I'm going to come," I whined but loved his fingers touching me.
I needed something filling me...I needed him filling me.
"If you come, I'm going to punish you," he threatened, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
He...he wanted me to fail. He wanted to punish me and... since I was such a good slut, I gave him what he wanted.
I rubbed my clitoris faster, full-on sprinting towards the finish line. I was moaning and he was pinching my nipple. He knew I was going to come and he was helping me.
"Oh, fuck. Dominic, yes!"
My vision blurred with stars and my back arched as the explosion from within me sent pleasure pulsing throughout my body. My chest was heaving and my heart was pounding so loud that I could hear it in my ears.
After I came down from my climax, my breathing returned to normal and I pushed my panties back into place.
"Your face is so pretty when you come," he cooed, his knuckles grazing my cheek.
I blushed and suddenly felt self-conscious as I zipped the dress back up, not bothering with the pasties.
He grabbed my hand and held it in my lap and I was filled with glee. He just helped me come. My impossibly attractive boss, who is 13 years my senior, just helped me come.
′Yeah, you're definitely his slut now.′
He squeezed my hand lightly before saying, "You know I'm going to have to punish you when we get to my house, don't you? You came when I told you not to. You disobeyed me and I'm going to spank you. Is that what you want?"
"Yes, Sir," I smiled shyly.
I wondered if it was going to be anything like my dream this morning.