The harsh, impatient blare of a dozen car horns shattered the quiet of the highway. Behind the car, drivers began hooting aggressively as the traffic ahead started to move, but Dorrent did not care in the slightest. The chaotic noise of the city outside was completely muted by the heavy, soundproof glass of the cabin, leaving him entirely locked in his own dark world of dominance.
His hands descended upon Jannah’s dress. Because she was forcefully tied down, her wrists and ankles securely locked into the thick leather restraints against the seat fra, she could do absolutely nothing to stop him. With a brutal, impatient tug, Dorrent tore the coarse fabric downward, exposing the pale skin of her shoulders and collarbones to the dim, ambient light of the dashboard.
Jannah let out a low, desperate whimper, twisting her torso as much as the leather cuffs allowed, but Dorrent leaned his massive weight over her. His lips, hot and unyielding, pressed firmly against her collarbone, trailing a line of burning kisses up to her neck, while his palm began to slowly explore the contours of her body. His touch was firm, possessive, and filled with a raw, demanding hunger that had been bottled up.
"All you have to do is accept reality, Jannah," Dorrent growled against her skin, his breath hitching as his hands traced the curve of her waist. "Accept being my sex partner. Right now, you are the only woman in this entire city that can get hard."
Helpless and completely pinned, Jannah felt a wave of hot, suffocating sha wash over her mind as her body traitorously began to react to his hands. The raw, intoxicating power of his winter-frost pheromones was flooding the small cabin, forcing her oga biology to soften and weep in response to his touch, despite the absolute hatred burning in her heart. She could hear the muffled, angry hooting of the cars outside, and a frantic panic gripped her chest. She knew he would actually strip her completely naked and fuck her right here on the public highway, with hundreds of eyes watching through the glass, if she didn’t put a stop to it imdiately.
Besides, she reasoned frantically through her panic, she had already lost her virginity to him before. She had no dignity left to protect from this monster anyway. And more importantly, her mind whispered with a dark, venomous focus, she needed to stay close to him. It was only by remaining under his roof, by maintaining access to his private chambers, that she would be able to successfully administer the final, lethal dose and enact her ultimate vengeance for the slaughter of her parents.
"Fine!" Jannah scread, her voice cracking with a mixture of rage and physical defeat as she glared up at his eyes. "Fine! I agree! I agree to be your sex partner, Dorrent! Just stop this... please, stop!"
Dorrent froze. His hand remained resting against her bare hip, his gaze dropping to look directly into her tensed, flushed face. A dark, slow smile of absolute corporate triumph touched the corners of his lips. He slowly pulled his upper body back, though he did not unbuckle the heavy leather restraints holding her to the seat.
"A very good decision, little physician," Dorrent murmured, his voice thick with a dark satisfaction. He adjusted his stance, his eyes flashing as he looked down at her exposed chest. "But since I am already completely hard and aching for you, I should just fuck you right now to seal our new arrangent."
Jannah’s eyes widened in pure horror as she felt her own lower anatomy reacting to his words, her body slicking beneath the fabric in direct response to his presence. "Not here!" she shouted at him, her heart thumping against her ribs. "Are you completely out of your mind?! Move the car already! The entire highway is hooting at us!"
She glanced down at the thick leather cuffs around her wrists, her jaw clenching with bitter resentnt. "You are an absolute, depraved pervert for keeping these disgusting restraints behind your seat!"
Dorrent let out a low, gravelly chuckle, his hand shifting to slide across the steering wheel as he finally shifted the vehicle into drive. "To be completely direct with you, Jannah, I have never used these items on any woman before. But seeing how incredibly beautiful and enticing you look while tied up and completely helpless beneath ... I would very much like to use them on you every single day. Fucking you while you are locked to my bed will be absolutely enthralling."
He pressed his foot onto the accelerator, the powerful engine roaring as the luxury transport finally began to glide forward through the moving traffic. But his eyes didn’t remain on the road for long. He glanced back down at her bound fra, a wicked, predatory look passing over his sharp features.
"It’s okay, I will drive the car," Dorrent said, his voice dropping into a low, commanding whisper that made her throat go completely dry. "But you are going to help while I steer."
Jannah’s breathing caught. "How... how am I supposed to help you when I am tied down?!"
"By sucking my cock," Dorrent replied flatly, his tone completely devoid of any hesitation. "For the past week, I have been constantly imagining how your sweet mouth would feel sliding down my shaft. And I want to experience it right now."
Without waiting for her reply, Dorrent reached down with his free hand, fumbling with the secure buckle of his tailored trousers. With a swift, deliberate pull of his zipper, he freed himself, releasing his already hard, thick pulsing cock into the open air of the cabin. It was heavily veined, and radiating a fierce, localized heat that imdiately filled the front seat with the raw scent of his Alpha potency.
Jannah stared at it, her mouth falling open as her throat turned completely to ash. The sheer physical sight of his massive length sent a violent, involuntary tremor through her lower abdon; her anatomy reacted so intensely it felt as though her very flesh was calling out for his, demanding to be filled by him. But a wave of pure panic imdiately followed. She had never given a blowjob to any man in her entire life. She had no idea what to do, how to breathe, or how to handle a male of his S-tier proportions.
Dorrent firmly gripped the steering wheel with his left hand, navigating the sweeping curves of the elevated highway at high speed, while his eyes locked onto her trembling, bound form with an unyielding, absolute authority.
"Take it in your mouth, Jannah," Dorrent commanded, his voice a low, heavy vibration that left absolutely no room for negotiation. "Take it right now."
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