Getting Ready For the Car Meet

Chase was in a playful mood. Ryan had let her take the reins and explore a whole new aspect of their dynamic, and the experience was exciting. She had a taste of control, and she wanted more. So much more. But maybe not in the form of straight-up control. She craved something a little more subliminal.

Ryan dried their body and put on some boxer briefs, letting Chase look through their clothes and pick out an outfit.

"Hmmm, I'm feeling... this," Chase pointed herself at a dark blue polo shirt and some black jeans.

Ryan pulled them out, setting them aside as Chase directed him, picking out the accessories. Once done, he got dressed and checked the mirror. He looked good, the shirt and jeans complimenting his physique, the sleeves hugging his arms nicely.

"Mmm, yes. You look delicious, Ry," Chase purred, "Now, let's go have some fun."

Ryan nodded, and left the bedroom. He walked to the garage and opened the car door, slipping into the driver's seat. Like before, he started the car, engine roaring to life, and opened the garage to a dark street. The sun had already set and darkness coated everything, meaning everyone was heading to the car meet.

Pulling out onto the still-wet road and closing the garage, Ryan took off, speeding along the coast. The city lights sparkled against the ocean, illuminating the water and the boats out on it as specs of rain fell on the windshield once more.

"This is nice, isn't it?" Chase asked, her voice a low, calming hum.

Ryan reached a hand down and unzipped his pants, Chase immediately pushing through the gap, taking a breath, and standing at full attention.

“Alright, so I know you like the euro-cars. But what about the Japanese stuff?” Chase asked.

Ryan continued driving but paused his train of thought, trying to figure out Chase’s angle. Unfortunately for him, she figured that’s what he was thinking,

“Uh, dude? It’s not that crazy of a question. S’just small talk…” Chase trailed off, a little confused.

Ryan shrugged, his eyes focused on the road, "Sorry, Chase. I was just... thinking. About earlier. It's kind of hard not to. But, yeah. I like the Japanese stuff," he replied.

Chase waved side to side, as if a bit annoyed but brushed it off and continued the conversation, “If I’m being honest, while this thing is amazing, there’s something about the old Japanese cars that just hit different. Like Leah’s! Compact, and turbocharged! The sound is so aggressive. But they always look clean and sleek, and the design is always spot-on, no matter what decade you go back. What do you think? Or am I being silly?"

"No, no, not at all," Ryan agreed, "They're beautiful, and the design is flawless. Even the older ones. But the luxury of a euro is king. No comparison. The comfort, the style, and the speed, oh my god, the speed. They're perfect."

"Haha, fair enough. But you can't tell me something like Leah’s isn’t nice, either."

"I never said it wasn't. It's just not my style. Besides, you can't beat the purr of a European engine," Ryan replied, "And are you sure you’re my dick? How is it that you seem to like the Asian market more than the Euros? Shouldn’t we have the same tastes? Aren’t we supposed to be, like, connected and shit?"

"We are," Chase replied, sounding a little miffed, "Just because we like different things doesn't mean we're not connected."

"I'm not saying we're not," Ryan retorted as he rested a hand on his thigh, "I'm just saying that it seems weird, that's all."

Chase was silent for a second, processing what he had said, “I suppose that’s fair. I mean, I like making you my bitch~"

Ryan gulped, his eyes drifting down to his crotch as Chase throbbed.

"See?" Chase continued, her voice low and sultry as she started to gently rub herself against his hand, "We may like different cars, but we share the same desires…”

"Y-yeah, you're right..." Ryan replied, his breath catching as he felt Chase press against him, the sensation making his heart beat faster.

Chase hummed, her voice echoing throughout the cabin and sending a shiver up Ryan's spine.

“My… don’t get us too worked up, Ryan. We still have a ways to go, and it would be a shame to ruin our pants before we got there, wouldn’t it~? After all, who would clean up our mess~?"

"U-uh..."

"Mmhm. Thought so. So, why don't you put this hand back on the wheel, and keep them there until we arrive, okay~? That's an order~"

Ryan nodded, a wave washing over him at Chase’s sudden switch as he obeyed, his hand wrapping around the steering wheel and gripping it tightly, his knuckles white.

"Good boy," Chase purred, sending a shock through Ryan's system and making him twitch.

Chase smirked, and fell silent. She had made her point, and it was clear Ryan knew not to disobey.

Ryan focused on the road ahead, his knuckles still white as he gripped the steering wheel. His eyes kept darting down to his crotch, the image of his Chase standing at full attention replaying in his mind. The memory of her ordering him to put his hand back on the wheel.

"Fuck..." Ryan whispered, his eyes drifting down once more.

“Hey! Eyes on the road, Ry Guy. Don't make me give you another order~"

"Sorry," Ryan replied, his cheeks reddening, and his grip on the steering wheel loosened a little, his body relaxing as he looked at the road.

“Gosh… you’re just so cute when you’re submissive… and I’m liking the bad bitch attitude more and more! And I’m sure you are too~” Chase giggled, her tone teasing.

Ryan blushed, the comment causing him to grip the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles going white again.

"Easy, tiger. I’ll give you a treat when we’re home," Chase promised, her voice low and sultry, "So long as you're a good boy."

Ryan swallowed, his eyes fixed on the road, and his body tense. Chase watched him with amusement, smirking as she watched his reactions. He was so adorable. And she knew he was hers.

"We're almost there," Ryan said, his voice soft.

“Sweet… try and find Leah’s car to park next to, yeah? I bet she wants to see you," Chase suggested.

"Oh, uh, okay," Ryan replied, his face going red as he felt Chase wiggle back into his pants. He zipped up the fly as his eyes scanned the entrance.

Ryan pulled into a multi-story parking lot, slowing down as he rolled through the ground floor. Lots of cars lined the bays, with many people already out of their cars and standing around, admiring other rides and taking photos. Given the somewhat expensive nature of his own car, lots of heads turned at the sound of his raspy five-cylinder. Ryan spotted Leah's car and pulled into the spot beside it, his eyes drifting to her. She was talking to a group of people, a big smile on her face as they watched him effortlessly pull into the bay. Hitting the ignition button, Ryan’s car stopped and he took a deep breath before exiting his car.