On the Edge in an SUV

He, on the other hand, was less alert than I’d known him, or rather imagined he usually was, his eyes clouded and mouth slightly slack. His level of awareness, of what I love in people that you would call “mindfulness,” was nearly zero.

Jamie was sitting at her side, perched nearly on the edge of the bench while she lazed back. Every now and then, he’d lean in, ear first, as she made some comment or observation.

I was utterly disinclined to go over. We weren’t an item, not that the idea hadn’t appealed to me whenever we hung out. And the idea of competing for his attention with his “date” was unattractive in the extreme.

But I couldn’t help but notice her speaking intensely to him suddenly, grasping his chin in her hand, and then he was walking over to me.

I turned my back as he approached, still dancing but deliberately ignoring him. But the snub didn’t even slow him down. He got in front of me, crooked grin on his face. He was intense, a bit fucked up on booze or more, and somehow vague at the same time.

“Come. . .” he said, over and over, reaching to try to grab my hands. I pulled them away, over and over, but every time he managed to snag one or the other, he would give a jerk, insistent that I accompany him.

“Why, Jamie?” I said. “Why would I?” but he continued his attempts.

He also couldn’t stop dancing, moving to the music, feeling the beat. It was infectious. That was why I was here in the first place, to dance and to maybe connect a bit on the dance floor. I started to get caught up in his restless motion, and almost without a particular transition, we were dancing together and touching.

In the back of my mind, I kept thinking, oh shit, I don’t want to meet his woman. I don’t want to do this. Yes, she scared me, but worse, I knew that my reaction to fear is generally fight rather than flight. In this case, I figured that instinct could get me in serious, serious trouble.

I could tell what he was doing, using our common motion to manoeuver me off to the side of the dance floor. He wasn’t being particularly subtle even, just using the pressure of a hand on my shoulder or waist to sway me toward the far corner of the room. There, as far as I could see, there were no tables or even a dark corner, just a staff door to the kitchen.

Her I had lost total track of. She had to be somewhere behind us as we neared the thinning edge of the crowd, but I couldn’t see her even when he left me enough freedom to check over my shoulder. The bench she’d occupied with him was empty. I thought she’d have been tall enough to see over most of the crowd, but I couldn’t see where she’d gone.

Then, he took one of my hands firmly in his much bigger one, cupped the other against my back, and pushed me through the “No Admittance” door. We were out though the kitchen and into the back alley before I could do more than protest. He wanted this a lot, and yes, curiosity was getting the better of me. Why now? Why when he came in with someone else? And why, especially, was he behaving in such a demanding fashion when so recently before he seemed to be all but a puppet for his domineering girlfriend?

In the alley, just outside the door, there was a black stretch SUV waiting with its engine running, and there was no break in his stride as he handled me through the crash door of the bar and straight into the waiting car. Moving smoothly, he slid in after me, slamming the door behind him. I heard auto-locks engage, and my sense of excitement cooled even before the car pulled away into the night.

Beside me, sitting on the upholstered bench also facing toward the back of the car, was an enormous thug of a guy in a black tuxedo. He barely looked my way.

And across from us, beside Jamie, just as lazily comfortable as she’d lounged in the bar, was her.

I was able to get a more complete impression of her now. I judged her age to be a severely tweaked and maintained forty or forty-five. She was keeping the years at bay, but either the battle or its accompanying necessary mindset had made her very hard.

She smirked as I studied her, dark red lips quirking. I didn’t feel she was looking at me as a person at all, just as a plaything. Just the way she looked at Jamie.

I noticed then that the silver chain around Jamie’s neck had a ring built into it, and to this she clipped a long, leather strap. Yes, she had him on a leash indeed. I was suddenly even more afraid, for both of us. How had he let himself become used like this, enslaved like this? That wasn’t the kind of guy I thought he was.

Or maybe, in a way, he was. It was a way to let go of responsibility, to let someone else call the shots. Maybe it would appeal to someone as fascinated with licentiousness as Jamie, someone just looking for permission to indulge his darker desires.

“Let the games begin,” she said, and despite the warm night, every part of my body went icy cold. I stayed silent. Instead of engaging her, or answering her, I looked at Jamie. But he was looking past me, through me. What the hell was going on here?

The woman looked at the gorilla, smirking again, and nodded once.

The thug’s big, meaty fingers came down between my shoulders and pushed me off the bench to the floor of the SUV. Her eyes danced. She was intensely turned on, and I was liking this less and less.

“You’ve wanted him for a long time, haven’t you,” she said. It was a statement of fact, not a question.

I was on my knees on the carpet. The hand on my shoulders drove me down and forward, between Jamie’s legs which she thoughtfully spread for me.

I looked up, as my upper arms contacted his thighs. And he looked back down at me – and it was the first moment in this whole fucked-up night that I felt like I’d connected with something real in him. What I saw there scared me more than anything yet – sorrow, shame, and utter capitulation. What had she done to him?

She laughed, something between a purr and a cackle. I thought, She’s seen everything that just passed between us, and it thrilled her. She’s going to get off on our humiliation, will only get off if we’re completely degraded and bent under her power.

“You know this fantasy,” she said, and I did. I knew exactly what she meant. I also knew that part of her pleasure would be in spelling it out explicitly for me. It was the subject of a couple of late night conversations, more or less drunk, one with friends and one just the two of us when I thought we’d come dangerously close to playing it out.

She continued, red lips savoring the words. “A friend, a girl who’s his friend, on her knees, between his legs. Maybe he’s not even really paying much attention. Maybe he’s playing a video game. She takes him out of his pants. Sucks him, and licks him, and teases and pleases him until he comes down her throat. And she swallows every single drop and licks him clean, like the little whore she is.”

Only on the word “whore” did I hear any emotion at all, did I hear how deep her hatred ran. She loathed me. She loathed Jamie. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she loathed her primate henchman. She lived to destroy.

I couldn’t bear the look in her eyes, so I turned back to Jamie. I tried to plead with my eyes, to communicate to him, “I will do this, because I don’t know what else to do.” And I didn’t, short of throwing myself at the car door in desperation, hoping the kid-lock wasn’t set, and hurling myself into the street we were speeding down. I was going to do it because I knew I could do it with whatever love I could muster in my heart even in this dark place.

And with that meagre comfort, I reached for his fly.

She drew a breath – as if maybe she hadn’t expected such an easy victory. But to take matters into my own hands – so to speak – was really the only power I had here. Otherwise, I was certain, it was just a case of getting the ape to beat me until I went down on Jamie in any case, only bloody and swollen.

I unzipped his pants and freed his cock and his balls from his jeans. He was frozen, as if in shock, and it was only her hands on him that got him to shift enough to let me expose him.

The thug slouched back onto the bench at her tacit nod. She was eating it up, satisfied that at least for now I was manageable and would do as I was told.

I slid one hand under his balls, resting the other on his thigh. Call it bullheaded, call it stubbornness, or pride, but if I was going to be forced to go down on Jamie, I was going to make it the best goddamned blowjob in the history of oral sex.

So I started, playing with him, stroking and squeezing, circling the base of his cock with a ring made of my thumb and forefinger and ever so slowly working my way up the shaft with the fingers of my other hand. When I was halfway up, I leaned forward to kiss his balls.

I took my time, feeling him shift minutely in his seat, a fraction of an inch left, a tensing of his thighs that moved him imperceptibly off the bench.

He moaned – just a little and so softly I almost missed it. Her hand was braced around the back of his neck now, thumb at his throat, the other still wrapped around his leash. Would she jerk on it, I wondered, distract him from his pleasure, draw this out longer? To warn him not to enjoy this too much?

I didn’t know how her sadism would play itself out, but I knew it was there even though I’d barely tasted its edge.

Now, as I started to use my tongue moving upwards, up, up – I braced myself for the feel of his body stiffening as she dragged on his lead. A different thing altogether than the stiffness of his prick. It was as hard as iron in my fist. There was barely any bob, just a solid rod.

And regardless of the danger, the fear, the humiliation, I was turned on too. I loved doing this, and I’d imagined going down on Jamie so many times before it was like the fulfillment of an unuttered wish.

When my lips reached the head of his cock, and first teased then engulfed it, every muscle between my legs tightened in unapologetic pleasure. I wanted to please him. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to suck him dry, and hold him in my hands and mouth as his orgasm crested and ebbed.

I was so turned on, so intent on the feel of his cock in my mouth, the salty taste of him, his warmth, his smell, that I hardly noticed the movement of the car or her leering, vulture presence.

I heard, peripherally, the big gorilla yuck-yucking like some bad Japanese anime porno video. Well, fine. If they were getting off on this, let it be because I was doing it right, not because I was ridiculous or terrified.

Jamie’s concentration was absolute, except where once one of his hands strayed to my face. She slapped it back with a vehemence that seemed to owe more than a little to jealousy. Good. I was getting to her, and to him, in a way she might not have expected.

But she did nothing to stop him from gazing fixedly down at me, my hands and mouth wrapped around him, face buried in his crotch. I knew, because I looked up when I could, and his sweet eyes were always on me.

I increased my rhythm, pulling out every trick I’d ever learned, paying attention to the sensitive rim around his cockhead, and the ridge on its underside. I kept his balls cupped in one hand and moved down every now and then to suck on them, or to take one or the other entirely in my mouth, rolling it with my tongue.

He started to climb toward orgasm, so I pulled back, bathing his cockhead in saliva then moving away to exhale warm breath onto it. He shivered – I felt it from his waist to the calves he was digging into my sides. The longer this went on, the more I prolonged it, the longer I deferred whatever game she had next in store for us. And just maybe, I could wait out some yet unknown change in circumstances that would show me a way to get us out of this.

If he would even go with me.

I knew he was not completely comfortable with the fact I had been brought unwillingly into this group in the back of the limo, but I didn’t have a clue what hold she had on him. Me, I knew, I had none. Whether or not I would be able to remove him from this situation even if I could escape myself depended entirely on whether or not he really wanted to go.

I knew in my heart I was right. It might not be enough to break her spell, for him to watch me manipulated and sexually abused. Somehow, I knew he could justify even this is the circumstances were right. And if that turned out to be the case? Three against one, especially when one was so far down the evolutionary ladder as the ape beside me, were not particularly good odds.

His balls tightened – and I knew I’d lost any control of when he’d come, and lost my only advantage just as I knew I’d taken him where she’d wanted me to go.

Every muscle in him tensed, with every muscle in me following suit in turn. Even as I felt his cock spasm and again, shooting down my throat, I ached to come as well. I wanted to touch myself – I wanted him to touch me.

I swallowed once, again, hot come in my mouth, trying not to choke. It was like he was pumping me full of fear with his eruption. The first round was over, and I had no idea what would happen next. Except, because I saw it clearly when I looked at her face, it would have to be an escalation. There was more rage than triumph in her expression. This was by no means over.

I sank down on my knees, hands resting on his thighs. I took what comfort I could from the rough solidity of the denim under my skin. I didn’t know how to ground myself – I was aroused and frantic, sexual need and terror holding equal sway on my emotions.

And a huge hand gripped me by the back of the neck, like a wandering kitten, and hauled me backwards, twisting me onto the bench as if I weighed nothing at all.

I shifted my gaze from her to Jamie and back – and saw immediately that she was not pleased with the way her little game had played out so far. She wanted to break me, and she wanted to do it in front of Jamie, because that would ensure he was broken too.

The ape pulled me face first on top of him, pinning my arms, and I knew immediately what part two of this evening’s enforced debauchery would entail.

Her hand stroked Jamie’s limp cock, and she leaned in for a brief peck on his lips. I knew she didn’t want to block his view of the upcoming event – my rape by the gorilla in the tux.

The worst part of it, my great shame, the thing making my cheeks flush hot, is that I wanted something, anything, between my legs. I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. I looked at her, the bitch with the hard, tight face, and saw she knew it as well as I did. This was her new game, to make me beg for the abuse she meant to dish out.

“Help him,” I heard her say, and understood it was an order to Jamie. Help him do what?

But then I felt Jamie’s tentative fingers lifting my skirt, and finding me bare underneath as always – although he could hardly know that. She pushed his hand forward, between my legs, so he knew I was wet as well. I flushed, glad I was on my face on the gorilla’s chest so Jamie wouldn’t see my embarrassment.

His fingers stroked my ass as she released his hand – a touch so tender in the midst of this coercive hell that I felt tears well in the corners of my eyes. I bit them back. Under no circumstances would I cry in front of my tormentors, or their erstwhile ally.

I was still tell myself this as the tears began to flow down my cheeks. I was crying silently at least, but I was gushing like a faucet.

She started to laugh. “Do it,” I heard her say, and Jamie’s gentle hands were jerked away. She’d reined him in, quite literally, and left me to the ape.

The big man had me crushed against his massive chest, one arm huge enough to pin both of mine down. I felt the steel in them – it wasn’t even worth struggling.

He used his free hand to fumble at his fly, a long and awkward procedure, and I heard her chuckling as he struggled to get his cock out.

From Jamie, there was no sound at all. I could only move my head enough to see his legs pressed against hers, one of his hands in her lap, near the red manicured hand that gripped his leash.

I peeked at him again and again as the ape worked the buttons of his fly out of their holes. He didn’t move a muscle, inert as a statue. Maybe he was exhausted, or more stoned than I’d thought. Or maybe he understood the unspoken part of her instructions – Watch. Don’t move, don’t protest. Don’t interfere.

The ape got my skirt fully hiked up, and I could feel a big cock sliding against my leg. I didn’t think he was totally hard, but he was hard enough. Big enough too; more than big enough. But that was beside the point. I didn’t want this man inside me. I didn’t want him touching me, breathing faster and more raggedly against my neck, but there was absolutely nothing I could do.

He rocked his hips back and forth, wiggling his prick slowly between my legs. It grazed my clit, sending a pulse through me and making me cry even harder. I wasn’t going to be able to stay quiet if what I was feeling got any more intense. I took my lip between my front teeth, sniffing now.

The head of his cock touched right between my legs, right on target to enter my vagina, as he continued to rock, forward and back now instead of a side to side. I felt my lips parting on either side of it, and tried to pull my legs together to deny him, but it was clearly going to be no use. He put one meaty hand between my thighs and jacked them apart as easily as opening a book.

Then I heard Jamie speak, his voice choked full of emotion and throaty - “No. . .”

And he surged forward before she could restrain him, a hand on each of my shoulders, trying to drag me off. The ape hugged me close to him, cock still barely hovering against my cunt. I felt his body tense and heard him give a strained cough as she dragged on his chain.

She pulled him off, the chain at his neck cutting into his flesh – I could see the tortured expression on his face in the glass between us and the driver – but he took me with him, right out of the thug’s grasp. We fell back together on the seat beside his mistress, his arms wrapped around me as strongly as the ape had held me a moment before.

“She’s going to get fucked,” came her voice. “Do you want to do it? You man enough, pet?”

In answer, he squeezed me tighter.

“You can have her pussy,” she said, leaning her mouth down to Jamie’s ear and right by my face as well. “He can fuck her ass at the same time. Wouldn’t you like that?”

Jamie turned in his seat, away from her, putting himself at least a little between her and me. One of his hands had again strayed to my face, so I knew he had felt the wetness of my tears there. Strangely, the embarrassment of that was somehow worse than having almost been raped in front of him.

“No one is getting fucked,” he said.

She laughed. “You did,” she said. “Greedy, greedy. One for you, and the rest of us go hungry?”

She leaned in to grasp his lip with her teeth, then drove his head back against the seat, kissing him deep and hard. He was fighting her, but I could tell they’d kissed often before so that even if there was disgust, there was also a sense of familiarity.

Me, I’d never kissed him, had only imagined it. This horrible woman had seduced him entirely when I’d failed to even get a kiss – seemed to own him almost, even if he’d finally shown some will counter to hers in pulling me off her henchman.

His body relaxed a little; I felt it soften under me, and felt his arms loosen as well. I huddled back into his chest, afraid that the ape would use this moment to tear me back, but it seemed the thug only responded to her orders and didn’t act on his own. Small mercies indeed.

The SUV had been in stop-and-go motion ever since we’d got in. Its windows were tinted darker than any I’d ever seen, and this coupled with the night had meant I was hardly aware of the world beyond the vehicle. Certainly, no one on the street had been able to see in, which was a blessing and a curse.

Now, we slowed to a stop for a red light, and Jamie exploded into action.

He threw me forward against the opposite seat, and in the same motion, cold-cocked the ape with all his strength. I had no idea how a punch to the face would work in real life as opposed to the movies, but it seemed to drop him all right.

He yanked the leather strap out of the woman’s hands, and grabbed my arm. He unlocked the door – I guess there’d been no problem with a childproofed back seat after all – and we went backwards out of it into the street.

The light was still red and traffic sparse at this time of night. I don’t know what the other drivers around thought: my skirt settled with a second’s effort back into place, and I don’t think it was that obvious that Jamie’s zipper was down. He took my upper arm and got us both to our feet, and we ran into the night.

I heard the traffic noises change with the lights as we fled into an alley then into a second, too narrow for vehicle traffic. But we didn’t stop, just kept running until I had no idea how far we’d come, just that I couldn’t imagine they would be able to track us.

And then, both out of breath, we clutched at each other, my head buried in his chest and his in my hair. Then we were kissing, frantically, desperately, and he was lifting my skirt again, this time with my help.

I tried to pull him into me, but he shook his head and sank down to his knees, spreading my legs wide enough to crouch between them.

I bent my legs and tilted my pelvis up as he grasped me around my buttocks and waist, bringing his mouth against me.

His tongue brushed the lips of my vagina, then dragged all the way up and down its length, deliciously. I was already so wet, so desperate for his touch, not to mention bursting with the energy of our flight and the danger.

Part of me was still alert and afraid, terrified that even now our recent captors would somehow appear and I would be hauled off back into the ape’s clutches, and Jamie into hers, the psychotic manipulating bitch who’d wanted to see me raped.

But even the immediacy of that fear was fading, swept away in the sheer intensity of what Jamie was doing to me.

I felt him draw away for a moment, just long enough to whisper, “Are you okay?”

“Don’t stop,” I said, barely a whisper myself, and he buried his face back between my legs.

When he slipped a finger inside me, moving it around in slow then faster circles, tonguing my swollen, nearly painfully sensitive clit, I came. It was hard and fast, and all the muscles inside me that had gotten so tangled and tense while I was kneeling between his legs in the SUV finally loosened themselves in a cascade of spasms.

He stopped for a moment, feeling my release, then continued to tease me, just a little, keeping my orgasm going for an impossibly long and delicious moment.

I grabbed his hair, his shoulder, pulled him up to his feet.

“Now. . .” I begged. “Please.”

He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he put my back to the brick wall behind me, and his cock went straight in to his hips.

I gasped and pressed my face into his neck, and we fucked hard until we came together. I was crying again, but this time I didn’t care. With that mutual orgasm finally came relief, that we’d escaped, that he’d chosen me over allowing her to have me raped and abused, that I’d finally kissed him and fucked him.

I held him with my legs and with my arms, keeping him inside as he softened again, feeling the warmth of his come trickling out of me. He put his lips to mine, tongue slipping into my mouth, then drew his head back enough to focus on my face.

“We did things in totally the wrong order,” he said, and I returned the tentative, uneasy smile with one of my own. And suddenly we were laughing, and holding on even tighter, too afraid of what had happened and what had almost happened to say anything more for the moment.

Finally, I pulled myself up and off him, setting my feet down on the ground again. “What happens now?” I said.