Chapter Seven: A rude awakening
I was awoken from a deep and dream filled sleep by a slam of the door.
It took me a couple of seconds to come around and remember where I was, I looked around in confusion as I slowly started to come back to. Car boot, nap, no clothes, dirty men. I'd turned over in my sleep to be on my stomach and facing into the car, I turned around to see Steven clambering into the boot with me.
I rubbed my eyes and sleepily gave a weak `hey...'
"Hey princess, how are you doing. Seems like you find it pretty comfortable in here, good nap?"
Princess, I like that. "Yeah it was good thanks". I noticed him eye fucking my naked body, looking me up and down and then fixated on my bum. To be honest I bet it looked good from that angle, I didn't object, I instead let him have his moment and get his mind racing.
"Well seems like you made your exciting journey pretty well, don't worry no one seemed to notice. I was up to bat and saw some look your way but it doesn't seem like anyone caught you. Good work, you're a quick one."
I turned over to look at him as I remembered the big rub of my situation. I didn't mind being naked, preferred it actually, and he made me feel pretty the way he looked at me, the way he was eating me up with his eyes.
"Seems like it was for nothing though, my clothes aren't here... can I have them?"
Oh right... yeah, Andrew likes to do that sometimes. Didn't realise that's why you were naked, just thought you were happy to see me.
"Well I am happy to see you..."
"Good, bowled out about 20 minutes ago for 124, good day for me, not good for your Dad's team. Don't think they'll be able to catch up, and you're happy to see me so yeah overall good day."
"Well done, so my clothes?"
"Oh right, yeah no clue what he's done with them but don't worry, you'll get them back before the end of the day after we've had our way with you"
In that moment he started to move towards me in a half crawl so his head wouldn't hit the roof and planted a kiss on my lips. He tasted a little salty from the sweat sitting on his top lip but I was getting used to the taste of it and leaned into the kissing. He started to kiss me more aggressively forcing his tongue into my mouth, it was a lot of tongue, too much really, but kind of loved the grossness of it, a middle aged man shoving his tongue into my young mouth.
He pulled his tongue out and said words that started my mind racing "time for your arse".
But then I caught myself before this got too far away from the problem at hand, I wanted an answer to my question and I thought I could use my body as a bargaining chip.
He was forcefully turning me over when I stopped mid turn.
"I don't think I should give you what I want until I know I'm getting my clothes back..."
He stopped and stared at me a little incredulous. He then paused took his hands off me, took a deep breath and begun.
"I've been in this position more times than you could guess at and you sluts, or would be sluts, always seem to enjoy me explaining this to you so I doubt you're any different. So here goes, but I'll only say it once.
You crave any and all decisions to be taken away from you, you don't want to think or do, you wanted to be used and have things done to you. You like to serve and you like the attention, you like serving because it brings pleasure to the person you want validation from. Sometimes you boys like to put up a pretend hesitation or reluctance, like you are now, but that's just an internal test and point of contention. You want me to override any resistance you make, because it shows how out of control you are, and that makes you horny. So when I turn you over without asking, it's because asking is pointless, I don't want to ask and deep down you don't want me to, you just want to be fucked."
Halfway through the last word he finished flipping me over and pulled my pelvis up towards him. I planted my face down into the blanket, spread my legs a little and arched my back. There was no need for me to answer, that was my answer.