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It had been Anne's idea to get frisky, but she'd not expected the sharp command from her fiancé which had shortly followed her first advances:

"Strip. Everything. Now."

Matt had never been one to take charge like this, or suggest anything more daring than missionary. There was something dangerous in his tone which sent a thrill up Anne's spine. They were alone on a stretch of highway which ran empty for miles, some lonesome backroad the likes of which she'd seen a hundred times on this long drive back home from his parent's small town. Not a soul was to be seen, yet still Anne flushed as she slowly began unbuttoning her blouse.

In a few quick moments it was open to her waist, revealing her bra as she pulled the piece of clothing over her head and tossed it into the back seat. Her small black skirt followed shortly once she'd wriggled it down off her hips. Her shoes and socks were last. When she traced a hand tantalizingly along her fiancé's leg, he finally turned from the road to look her over.

"I said everything."

His eyes were locked with hers. A challenge there, to which she eventually relented. Slowly, feeling his eyes on her as she did, she unclipped her bra from behind her back. The road was still empty as far as the eye could see, and Anne had thought she might need to take some courage from that fact, but to her surprise, there was a large part of her which was electrified by the audacity of her actions. Heart beating fast in her chest, she slipped out of her bra and panties, leaving her completely naked.

Matt slowly pulled the car over to the shoulder, parking it in plain sight of the road. Anne was keenly aware of every inch of her skin as he looked her over.

"What would you like me to do now?" she simpered, only half as a joke.

"I think that mouth has done too much talking already, let's put it to work."

His meaning was made all the more obvious when he patted the bulge of his pants, but when Anne grinned and began leaning in, he stopped her short.

"It's too crowded with the wheel. You'll need to come around to my side."

There was another unspoken challenge here. A step further than Anne had been before. If she came around to his side, she would be outside of the car, knelt by his open door on the busy side of the road completely naked. Her fear fought against the command, but her body ached for Matt's touch now. Never before had he commanded her so assuredly, so firmly. Something in the idea of being made to be on display like this by him turned her on immensely, so eventually her hand crept to the door handle and pulled it open.

She'd taken half a sauntering step, the gravel hot on her bare feet, when Matt pulled her side door shut and locked it with a click.

"Hey!" Anne exclaimed, uncertainly.

She wrenched the door handle uselessly just as the trunk of the car popped open.

Matt cracked the window.

"All part of the fun," he said. "I've got a few things for you to put on in the trunk."

"Matt!"

"Be quick, who knows when a car will be along."

Anne's heart was beating fast, confusion and anger and horniness all fighting for a place in her mind. Finally, as the gravel became too hot to bear, she hissed and took quick steps to the trunk on the toes of her feet.

Inside, to her surprise, she saw a gag and a pair of handcuffs. How long had Matt been planning this...? If this was his fumbling way of introducing bondage to their sex life, Anne wished it had been in a less exposed scenario. Still though... if it was the last key to unlocking the car door and finally getting fucked, she could bear it.

Quickly, she pulled the rubber gag between her teeth, strapping it behind her head as she did. The handcuffs were heavy duty
metal ones, unlike the fuzzy cuffs she'd experimented with before, and they made a deep resounding click as they ratcheted around her wrist.

"Behind your back!" Matt called.

Rolling her eyes, Anne obeyed, locking the final cuff in place around her free wrist.

Matt's window was rolled partially down, so Anne gingerly stepped to his side, sashaying her hips as she walked and grinning around the gag as she leaned over to his window's height, her nakedness in full display for any passerby to see.

"-el?" She mumbled around the gag.

"I know about Andrew," Matt said to her rapidly fading smile. "Have fun with whoever picks you up next, whore."

Anne's gag muffled her shrieks as he pulled away with her phone, wallet, and all her clothes.

The worst part by far was that she'd never known an Andrew in her life.

Description
It had been Anne's idea to get frisky, but she'd not expected the sharp command from her fiancé which had shortly followed her first advances:

"Strip. Everything. Now."

Matt had never been one to take charge like this, or suggest anything more daring than missionary. There was something dangerous in his tone which sent a thrill up Anne's spine. They were alone on a stretch of highway which ran empty for miles, some lonesome backroad the likes of which she'd seen a hundred times on this long drive back home from his parent's small town. Not a soul was to be seen, yet still Anne flushed as she slowly began unbuttoning her blouse.

In a few quick moments it was open to her waist, revealing her bra as she pulled the piece of clothing over her head and tossed it into the back seat. Her small black skirt followed shortly once she'd wriggled it down off her hips. Her shoes and socks were last. When she traced a hand tantalizingly along her fiancé's leg, he finally turned from the road to look her over.

"I said everything."

His eyes were locked with hers. A challenge there, to which she eventually relented. Slowly, feeling his eyes on her as she did, she unclipped her bra from behind her back. The road was still empty as far as the eye could see, and Anne had thought she might need to take some courage from that fact, but to her surprise, there was a large part of her which was electrified by the audacity of her actions. Heart beating fast in her chest, she slipped out of her bra and panties, leaving her completely naked.

Matt slowly pulled the car over to the shoulder, parking it in plain sight of the road. Anne was keenly aware of every inch of her skin as he looked her over.

"What would you like me to do now?" she simpered, only half as a joke.

"I think that mouth has done too much talking already, let's put it to work."

His meaning was made all the more obvious when he patted the bulge of his pants, but when Anne grinned and began leaning in, he stopped her short.

"It's too crowded with the wheel. You'll need to come around to my side."

There was another unspoken challenge here. A step further than Anne had been before. If she came around to his side, she would be outside of the car, knelt by his open door on the busy side of the road completely naked. Her fear fought against the command, but her body ached for Matt's touch now. Never before had he commanded her so assuredly, so firmly. Something in the idea of being made to be on display like this by him turned her on immensely, so eventually her hand crept to the door handle and pulled it open.

She'd taken half a sauntering step, the gravel hot on her bare feet, when Matt pulled her side door shut and locked it with a click.

"Hey!" Anne exclaimed, uncertainly.

She wrenched the door handle uselessly just as the trunk of the car popped open.

Matt cracked the window.

"All part of the fun," he said. "I've got a few things for you to put on in the trunk."

"Matt!"

"Be quick, who knows when a car will be along."

Anne's heart was beating fast, confusion and anger and horniness all fighting for a place in her mind. Finally, as the gravel became too hot to bear, she hissed and took quick steps to the trunk on the toes of her feet.

Inside, to her surprise, she saw a gag and a pair of handcuffs. How long had Matt been planning this...? If this was his fumbling way of introducing bondage to their sex life, Anne wished it had been in a less exposed scenario. Still though... if it was the last key to unlocking the car door and finally getting fucked, she could bear it.

Quickly, she pulled the rubber gag between her teeth, strapping it behind her head as she did. The handcuffs were heavy duty
metal ones, unlike the fuzzy cuffs she'd experimented with before, and they made a deep resounding click as they ratcheted around her wrist.

"Behind your back!" Matt called.

Rolling her eyes, Anne obeyed, locking the final cuff in place around her free wrist.

Matt's window was rolled partially down, so Anne gingerly stepped to his side, sashaying her hips as she walked and grinning around the gag as she leaned over to his window's height, her nakedness in full display for any passerby to see.

"-el?" She mumbled around the gag.

"I know about Andrew," Matt said to her rapidly fading smile. "Have fun with whoever picks you up next, whore."

Anne's gag muffled her shrieks as he pulled away with her phone, wallet, and all her clothes.

The worst part by far was that she'd never known an Andrew in her life.