Protest

"Sir," she said at almost a whisper. "I'm not sure about this."

"What was that, slut?" he said, surprised.

"I mean, well, You broke it off. I gave myself to someone else. Are you sure you still even want me?"

"There are things no man has done to you yet, ****. I may not have taken you for the first time, but I will take you in ways you have never even imagined."

She shuddered and put the key in the ignition.

"Take me to your apartment, slut, and don't speak until I say so."

A million thoughts ran through her mind, thoughts of the men she had brought home to her apartment, thoughts of the conversations she had shared with this man in the past. He knew so much about her, and yet had never known her in this intimate way. Taking this next step with him would be the biggest step she'd ever have to make, and she wasn't sure if she could do it.

"Sir-" she said, turning to him.

His eyes flashed angry but his mouth twisted into a sinister smile. A hand darted out like a snake and grabbed her breast, squeezing it sharply in his hand. She sucked in a gasp of pain, and could instantly feel a burning in her crotch.

"Don't speak until you are spoken to, slut. Now start the car and take me to your place." With one last twist and a tweak of her hardening nipple, Andy releases her. She gasps, the seperation of his hand from her body like a splash of cold water. More than anything she has wanted his touch, and she realises that this ride home is a ride towards her fantasies come true.

With a turn of the key the engine roars, and she heads for her home and future.