The rumble of the country road beneath the limo was a miserable distraction. My shoulders were slumped and I leaned into the corner farthest away from Maddox. I had no clue how long it had been since we'd left the party. All I knew was the awful feeling of rejection. That's what it felt like, at least. Rejection.

Hopes and expectations had built during the night. But no.

I was so caught up in my stewing, I failed to immediately register the sound proof, tinted window being rolled up between the front and the back.

I raised my head off the glass in confusion. Maddox was far closer than he had been at the beginning of the ride. So close I could just lean over and......

I forced my gaze back out the window. His masculine scent washed over me, and I breathed deeply. There was a little twang in my heart at the familiar and distinct cologne.

Pushing underneath the winter coat I wore, Maddox's hands found their way onto my hips.

"Oh my God!" I sputtered as I was easily lifted, like I was a feather.

Before I could blink, I was deposited in Maddox's lap. Scrambling up, I tried to roll back onto the seat, but somehow found myself straddling his knees. Maddox's passion prodded my own to quickly fill within my pants. The rush of blood to my crotch almost caused a dizzy spell.

Like an animal in heat, all previous emotions vanished as I rutted against my mate. The steel grip of his hands held my pumping hips from Maddox's tented bulge.

"No, please! Please." I sobbed out the last word. All my pent up need from the evening had come roaring back and I was desperate.

I clawed at the zipper on Maddox's jacket, desperate to feel his skin on mine. His fingers pressed into my skin. I locked my lips at the thought of the bruises I would hopefully discover in the morning.

He went to my ties next. I threw my head back, my heart pounding and my breath coming out in shallow pants. The leaking head burst forward as soon as it's obstacles we're removed.

Cold leather shocked my gaze back to the man beneath me. It wasn't the familiar smooth leather of Maddox's glove, but a rougher glide across my sensitive skin. I watched in disbelief as he finished wedging the ring at the base of my cock, between my heavy balls.

Maddox laughed huskily at the look on my face. "Can't have you coming before we have all the proper tools, now can we?"

I huffed in frustration.

"Patience is a virtue, Austin." I could hear the smile in his voice.

I wasn't feeling very virtuous in that moment. In more ways than one.

Once again I was carefully lifted from my spot, but this time placed on the seat. The ties laid limp, but my dick and balls jutted obscenely out of the skin tight pants.

"Isn't that a pretty sight," A gloved finger ran lightly up from the base of my shaft to the tip. I vibrated with need.

"You know what's going to be even prettier?" Was whispered into my ear.

My Adam's apple bobbed. He flicked a ball and I arched out of my seat. Throwing the zipper of my coat down, Maddox bit a nipple and I cried out in ecstasy.

After circling the bud with his tongue, he pulled back to answer his own question, "When I watch you prepare yourself for me tonight."

"Oh God, please fuck me, Master!" The 'master' slipped out unbidden, but I wasn't about to take it back. Especially considering the fiery glint in Maddox's eyes.

Slowly, as if to torture me more, he took his long, thick cock out of his pants. It looked painfully hard, all red and dripping. My mouth watered, my hole clenched.

Almost gracefully, Maddox started to jack his cock to an imaginary rythme. His eyes were steady on mine. "This is what you do to me, pet. I can't even wait till we get home."

A little worry pestered me that meant I would not be on the receiving end of his magnificent cock tonight. Reading my expression perfectly, he smirked. "Don't worry, pet. I'm not so old that I can't still claim your ass, and every fucking sexy part of you tonight as well."

His climax hit him, and fucking hell, but if that wasn't the hottest thing I'd seen. Cum burst out to coat his hand and the floor, his head thrown back in euphoria, guttural moans echoing in the little space between us.

I wanted to climb back onto him and ride him until neither of us could walk. Instead, I leaned over to lap at the sticky coating on his hand.