With that, I finally smother her mouth with mine. If she had something to say, I don’t care anymore.

I dig into her mouth, pushing my tongue against hers, consuming what I can. She starts kissing back, which turns me on even more. Grabbing the back of her head, I manipulate her so I can take her at different angles. I kiss her harder, longer, deeper. Till she’s breathless.

“You know you came without permission yesterday,” I murmur over her lips.

“What?”

“With the wand last night, you didn’t ask to come.”

“Was I supposed to?”

“I said you always have to ask before you come.”

She furrows her brow, possibly in disagreement.

“You don’t remember me saying that?” I inquire.

“You did,” she acknowledges.

“So what do you want your punishment to be?”

“Seriously?”

“I don’t mess around when it comes to my rules.”

Her shoulders sag. To add to her difficulty, I kiss my way from her lips, along her jaw, and to her ear, which I nibble and tug with my teeth.

“I don’t know,” she moans. “I’ve never had to ask to come before.”

“You’re going to get yourself nice and wet. And then you’re going to blow me. And that barely qualifies as a punishment.”

She appears okay with that.

“Take your jeans off,” I order.

“There are people walking by!” she protests.

“It’s dark and the windows are tinted,” I reply.

She looks out the car to see that no one is near before undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. She shimmies the garment down her legs. When she pulls them off, she shivers. I turn the car heater on.

“Now the underwear,” I say next.

Once she’s naked from the waist down, I pull aside her left thigh and reach for her pussy. It’s already damp. I slide my fingers over the flesh, grazing the bud hiding between the folds.

“Make yourself wetter.”

She spreads her legs farther and caresses the area between. I undo my own jeans, which, luckily, are button-fly so I don’t have to worry about my cock getting scratched by the zipper. Pulling out my hardened cock, I stroke the shaft while watching her.

“Now taste yourself.”

She hesitates but then lifts her fingers to her lips.

“That’s it,” I encourage. My cock pulses when she pushes her fingers into her mouth. “You look so naughty and sexy right now. You knew you were this naughty?”

She shakes her head.

“Go back to playing with yourself.”

With one hand, she spreads her pussy lips so that her other hand has better access to her clit. My cock is rock hard now.

I put my hand on the back of her head to guide her to my cock.

“Do you have a condom first?” she asks.

“In the glove compartment,” I answer.

She opens it and finds the condoms. After opening one, she rolls the condom over my shaft. I would have preferred head without the rubber. In fact, I can’t remember ever having a condom on when receiving a blow job.