“If you want me to choke you, you’ll have to earn it.” He’s being a little mean, and extra stern. It’s perfect and I nod fervently.
“Yeah, yeah, I can do that, Daddy,” I gasp, reaching to rip open his pants. That’s how I want to earn it. That’s what I want the most.
“Oh?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. He looks down and watches me unzip him. Watches me yank desperately at the fabric between me and him. “So that’s how it is? Feeling needy, sweet boy?”
“Choke me,” I beg again, and open wide, rolling out my tongue. I’m making it clear what I want. He runs this thumb over my tongue, into my mouth. I suck it eagerly, breathing hard. An anxious sound escapes me and I shudder.
Through the window, I see telephone lines with pairs of shoes hanging on them, and an apartment building with a green rooftop.
My grip on his waist becomes punishing. I dig my nails into his sides until he hisses.
Ugly rage burns me like acid, coming from that nasty place inside my soul that I wish wasn’t there. I try to shove him off me, once more fixated on getting out the door. I’ll leave everything behind, burn all my bridges. I want to disappear, to stop everything, to stop it all.
He uses my momentum and yanks me forward, bending me in half as he pushes himself back up on the seat.
“Say your safe word,” he dares me while he yanks me between his thighs, shoving my face down, closer to what I want. “Say it, or I’ll choke you on my dick, like you’re begging for. Your choice.”
His grip on my hair is tight and unyielding and I melt against him once again, my mouth watering. My fuckingeyeswatering, because I’m a mess.
“Daddy, fuck,” I groan, my shaking hands unwrapping his dick the rest of the way. It’s not fully hard, probably because I’m not being sexy mid-meltdown, but I can change that. I dive on it, suck it straight into my mouth without any teasing. I need to breathe, I need to stop breathing, I need to focus and to have my focus taken from me.
I don’t know what I need, I just know he’ll give it to me.
“That’s right,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse as I swallow around him. His dick rapidly hardens to its full length, making it harder for me to get him all the way in. But I do my best, and grip his thighs for dear life.
“Do you want Daddy to go deeper?” he asks, his voice so deep and husky. He yanks me back by my hair so I can speak, and I nod breathlessly.
“Yeah,” I croak. “Fuck my throat.”
“Fuck.” His little expletive makes me want to grin in triumph, but he’s pushing me back down before I can get too smug. Heuses his grip on me to move me, to push me past the threshold that allows me to breathe while I suck him, until I’m choking.
Finally.
My eyes roll back, my head goes spacey. Nothing matters anymore except for this. The sounds I make as he pushes deep into my mouth are obscene, wet and graphic, and I love it. His breathing gets harsher, but I start to lose focus. He controls how much air I get, controls whether or not I have to gag or get to choke. I go limp, and a blissful feeling of relief washes over me because that ugliness is shrinking, shrinking back down to nothing. I can’t think of anything else, I can’t be anything else. This is all I am.
“I’m gonna cum in this perfect, slutty fucking mouth or yours,” he warns me, a dark promise. “Then I’m going to pull you up here, over my lap, and spank your bratty ass until you’re crying, until it aches for days. You need me? You’ve got me.”
I groan, the sound intermittent as he uses my throat to get himself off.
He cums a minute later, the prolonged breath play making my head spin in a much more pleasant way than before. I gasp for air when he finally lets me off him, my chest heaving. He stares at me as he calms down, taking in every detail of me. I’m sure I look wrecked, desperate, pleading.
With a satisfied hum, he not-so-gently yanks me up and onto his lap, face down. It’s a tight fit in the car, my knees bent and the top of my head touching the door, but I don’t give a fuck. I squirm on his lap as he peels my pants down over my ass, and yelp a little when the denim scrapes over my erection. He laughs roughly and my dick ends up between his thighs.
I expect him to say something, I’m not sure what. But he doesn’t waste time. His first spank is loud and hard, perfect and horrible and exactly what I wanted.
Gritting my teeth, I try to keep my noise inside, but a pained groan still escapes me. I bury my face in the car seat and my arms, needing more.
He gives me more. The crack of his palm on my naked ass, the sting and the ache, the burn and heat, all drives me deeper and deeper into that good-small headspace. That corner-time haze. Every shift of my hips makes my dick rub between his legs and I whimper. My ass hurts, fucking aches, but god, it’s so fucking good.
“Young-gi, D-daddy,” I gasp, losing control, sounding scared just like I always do.
He flips me over, slides me off his lap and bends over me. My spanked ass on the car seat stings like a motherfucker and it’s so intense that when he sucks my dick into his mouth, all I can do is succumb to the rush of pleasure and cum.
I jerk and writhe, all cramped in the car but perfect because he’s got me, and that’s all that matters. My throat feels achy with that just-fucked feeling, and I end up smiling, staring at the roof of the car.
Wait a second–
“Are we here?” I ask, because the car is idling, no longer moving.
