In the garage I taught her to obey me

After the time we’d given each other, her message arrived. I can’t explain how thrilled I was to see her name on the screen. I’d thought about her a lot, even about writing to her first, but I never knew how she’d react.

It was a normal conversation, like neighbors who run into each other in the elevator and hit it off. None of those desire-soaked messages we’d been sending each other months earlier. And yet, while I answered her with warm, polite phrases, all I could think about was everything we might end up doing.

The next morning she got back into my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about those photos she’d sent me one night, about what we’d talked about, about the things she herself confessed she liked being done to her.

This time I’m not holding back, I thought as I shaved.

The day went on, with her body appearing every now and then between one meeting and the next. Evening came and, with it, the urge to run into her in the building’s garage. I didn’t know how I was going to react when I saw her. I got hard just imagining it, and at the same time my hands trembled a little.

I was about to go in when I saw the automatic door was already up. Her car was in its usual spot, with the lights on. As I maneuvered mine in, I saw them go out: she had just arrived. I parked two spaces away from hers and, when I got out, she was already standing by her door, waiting for me.

—Hi! How are you? —she said, hanging her bag over her shoulder.

—Hi, Carla. Good to see you. I’m fine, and you?

—Good. I was just heading home.

—I figured. Me too, heh.

I couldn’t stop looking her up and down. She was dressed in dark colors, as she usually was. Tight jeans and a leather jacket half undone, with the first two buttons of her shirt unfastened. Through the opening, a black lace top peeked out. A long, silky scarf was wrapped around her neck. The clothes didn’t matter: all I could see was her naked body.

—Hey… can I give you two kisses and a hug?

—Of course, Adrián, why wouldn’t I?

I put my left hand at her waist and slid my right behind her neck to pull her closer. I gave her two slow kisses, one on each cheek, and let them end in a hug that lasted longer than it should have. She smelled like warm vanilla, that perfume that drove me crazy. I pulled her scarf down a little and kissed her neck.

She jerked back abruptly and shoved me with both hands.

—What are you doing? —she whispered, glancing toward the cameras—. We agreed we wouldn’t fall into this. You’re married!

—I’d tell you I’m sorry, but I’d be lying. You turn me on too much.

—I like you too, and I’d fuck you without thinking. But you know we can’t. Or rather, we shouldn’t.

I grabbed her by the waist again, this time hard, and pulled her to me to kiss her on the mouth while she resisted. With one hand I held her nape; with the other I took off her scarf. When I noticed how long it was, it came in handy for more than just shutting her up.

I turned her against her car’s body and crossed her wrists behind her back. I wrapped the silk around them and tied them with a firm knot. She tugged once, testing it, and understood she wasn’t going to free herself.

—Untie me right now —she said, but her voice no longer sounded the same.

—You’re going to stay still and listen.

I opened her jacket and slid it back until it got trapped over her shoulders, adding itself to the restraints. I yanked open her shirt, making a couple of buttons fly off and bounce on the concrete floor. I lifted her top and found, to my surprise, that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Those breasts I’d imagined so many nights were finally in front of me.

I didn’t hesitate. I leaned down and worked them with my tongue, bit slowly, played with each nipple until I felt it harden. She tried to wriggle free, arching her back, but little by little her body stopped fighting and started seeking me out.

—This time I’m not holding back —I whispered in her ear—. I know you want this too.

She couldn’t speak, but the eyes fixed on mine said everything.

—I’m going to take the scarf off your hands only if you promise to behave. Do you promise?

She nodded.

—You’re going to do everything I tell you. Not what you want. What I say.

—I’ll let you… —she murmured.

—It’s not that you’ll let me. It’s that I force you to give me what I want.

I unzipped my fly and undid the button on my pants. My cock came out hard, asking for trouble. I gently pushed her by the shoulders so she would kneel on the concrete and shoved it into her mouth before she had time to think.

—If you suck me well, the way I want, I’ll free your hands.

Her head started moving back and forth. She paused at the tip, circled it with her tongue, then took me in whole again. Each stroke made my legs tremble. I looked down at her, messy-haired and obedient, and knew she was mine already.

—Good girl. I’m going to untie you so you can use your hands too.

I undid the scarf knot. Still sucking, she grabbed my cock with her right hand and started jerking me off in time with her mouth. With her left, she unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her hand inside to touch herself.

—I see you’re hungry, huh?

—I’m thirsty for you —she said, hardly letting me go.

—I like that. That’s how I like it. But take your hand out of there. That’s mine, not yours.

She obeyed. I pulled away for a moment, lifted her off the ground, and sat her on the hood of her car, which wasn’t too high. I took off her boots one by one, pulled down her jeans, and, while I was at it, tugged her thong down too. She spread her legs, giving me all the room I needed. Her sex gleamed, soaked.

—I’m going to make you enjoy yourself a little. But only because I want to.

—Yes, please… I’m all yours.

I started licking her slowly, savoring her heat. With one hand I opened her wider so I could get in better; with the other I squeezed one breast and pinched the nipple. Every now and then a moan slipped out of her and echoed off the empty garage walls.

—God, I love it, you bastard… —she panted.

I slid the tip of two fingers inside while my tongue traced circles over her clit. She got wetter and wetter, tighter and tighter, closer and closer.

—Keep going… fuck, I’m going to come —she begged.

She climbed higher and higher until, between a muffled cry and a shiver that ran through her whole body, she came against my mouth. I held her by the nape and pulled her to me to give her own taste back to her in a kiss.

—Do you like this? —I asked against her lips.

—I love being as filthy as you are —she answered, swallowing.

***

I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the hood until she was at just the right height. I was rock hard. I shoved it in suddenly and she wrapped her legs around my hips. I held her by the ass and started fucking her standing up, giving little thrusts that drove me all the way in.

—God, those thrusts… —she moaned.

—You’ve been wanting me to fuck you, huh?

—Yes, yes, give it to me hard.

I was devouring her mouth while, without her fully noticing, I left one finger playing at the entrance of her ass, pressing a little harder with each thrust.

—Fuck, you’re going to make me come again.

—Not yet. You’re going to hold out a little longer.

When I felt that little spot was ready enough, I set her down, turned her around, and bent her back with one hand braced between her shoulder blades.

—I’m going to wreck your ass.

—Careful…

—Quiet.

I gagged her again with the scarf that had fallen to the floor, tying it loosely over her mouth.

—Behave. You know the game.

I spread her cheeks apart and spat to make entry easier. I lined up the tip and started pushing in very slowly, back and forth, until the muscle gave enough. She complained, smothering the sound against the silk, but when I finally went all the way in, the protest turned into a long moan of pleasure. While I fucked her, she brought one hand to her sex and started rubbing herself fast.

—Don’t touch what’s mine without permission.

I crossed her wrists behind her back again and drove into her once more. I started pounding hard, grabbing her by the hair and smacking her ass now and then, as if it were a deserved punishment. I raised the intensity in time with her moans, getting louder and louder, until I felt her come for the second time and knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

I pulled out, turned her around, and freed her hands.

—Now you’re going to swallow everything you’ve taken from me.

She knelt again and, without stopping her hand, I exploded into her mouth, which was already waiting hungrily. She swallowed every last drop and licked her lips, looking up at me from below with shining eyes.

—Clean yourself up and get dressed. You know what awaits you if you misbehave —I said, buttoning my pants.

While she obeyed, gathering up her top and the buttons she could find, I straightened my clothes. I lifted her chin with two fingers, gave her one last hard kiss, turned her around, and landed a solid slap on her ass cheek.

—You’ve pleased me for today. Go home.

She obeyed. Before crossing the garage door, she turned her head back a little, looked at me over her shoulder, and gave me a smile that was anything but innocent. We both knew that wasn’t the last time.