Beth and Reid - Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Beth and Reid - Chapter Four

... waited anxiously for… something else to happen. Her heart caught in her throat anytime a truck or trailer passed by, wondering if whoever was in the vehicle next to them could see her sitting there exposed. She hated that it gave her such an erotic thrill. And she hated that Reid knew it too. ‘Would you like me to touch you?’ Reid suddenly asked, making Beth jump nervously. ‘Yes, Sir,’ she replied a little shakily. Again when they were outside of the bedroom - especially in the harsh light of day - Beth found herself feeling more self-conscious about their power play. She knew this was a test. A stretching of how far Beth was willing to be pushed. She knew that if she said no or that she wanted to stop that Reid would be fine with it, but Beth couldn’t deny how much his pushing of her limits was turning her on. They had briefly discussed hard and soft limits and public sex acts had been one of Beth’s soft limits. Something she was not sure about but was willing to be pushed on. ‘I will touch you,’ he continued and Beth inhaled in anticipation, ‘when I’m ready to touch you,’ he finished to Beth’s consternation. She wanted to growl at him, to slap him on the arm for teasing her, but she dared not move, not wanting to break the tension. ‘At no point today will anything enter your cunt. Not a finger, nor tongue, nor my cock, until I am ready. Is that clear?’ he queried, his voice firm but soft. ‘Yes, Sir.’ His words made Beth ache and want to rub her thighs together but she ...

... dared not move. She watched as Reid moved his hands and she noted with a frown the he had a packet of cigarettes in the centre console. Officially, Reid had quit smoking but whenever he knew he would be drinking and socialising, he took it up again for the night. It was a thorn in their relationship and Beth resisted the urge to have a go at him for it right now. He held up a solitary cigarette for her to see. ‘While this is lit, I will allow you to touch yourself.’ Beth’s heart leapt. ‘You will not put your fingers inside, only outside. You will not come. Do you understand, slut?’ Beth nodded fervently, ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘Good girl,’ he lit the cigarette and wound down the window, casually draping his arm outside. Beth tentatively slid her hand towards her exposed clit. She was not surprised to find that she was soaking wet and for an instant worried about what she was doing to the upholstery in Reid’s car. She began to circle her clit with slow strokes, knowing that Reid could see what she was doing out of the corner of his eye. She let out an involuntary moan and pushed harder at the engorged, hot nub of flesh. She yearned to drive her slick fingers inside herself but did not, ironically the knowledge that she was not allowed to making her want to do it more. ‘Are you enjoying touching yourself, slut?’ Reid asked, taking another drag on the quickly dwindling cigarette. ‘Yes, Sir,’ Beth sighed, moaning again. ‘You better not be trying to come,’ he warned, steel in his voice. Beth ...