He saw her get out of the car and had to keep himself from rushing out immediately. As she swiveled to close the door, he saw a flash of the nails that he had told her to wear all this week. All week because he didnt want her to know exactly when he would be coming. All for the thrill of the fantasy, he thought, slinking up the driveway. He made sure to come up the left side so the wall of the garage would shield his body until he was ready to make his move. She started rummaging through her purse, or so he thought as he heard a mingled rustling and jingling right in front of the door. [Might as well go. Rough, but not too rough.]
He slipped around the corner.
Anne was excited yet nervous. As she parked the car she looked around before getting out. She couldn't see him anywhere in the garage, so he wasn't waiting for her, and against her better judgement she felt a pang of disappointment. She had even worn the nails as he asked. There was no denying her anticipation as all this week she had to change her panties, her juices flooding the fabric within mere minutes of closing the front door. The fact that she had no direct control over the situation made her even wetter. But it seemed that once again, the rubber dildo had to satiate her until her Daddy finally came to her. Rubbing her thighs together unconsciously, she started digging through her purse for the key to the interior door that led from the garage to inside the house. That was when he grabbed her wrist.
She spun around, a short shriek popping out. He had not gotten a good look at her in a while, and he was momentarily stunned by just how gorgeous she was. That almost cost him, as she yanked her hand free and swung at his face. He caught her right hand with one hand while using the other to spin her around and push her up against the door. He pinned her there with his body, letting her ass rub against his cock for a while, making it stiffen and grow as he felt her delicious butt grind against him, struggling. Her skirt, already short, rode up as he jammed her against the door, and he could see the edges of her beautifully round ass peeking from beneath the red hem. Meanwhile, at the door, the hand he had wound around her body was right below her breasts, and pushed them out. She was deliberately leaning backward so he could see them jiggle slightly as she struggled. Lifting out of the top of the not so conservative business suit, the two globes almost begged him to dip his mouth onto them and ravage them with his tongue. But he could not give up control of the situation so easily. He leaned down to her ear.
"Now look, all I want is a little fun. If you try to fight me, this could get really unpleasant. I mean REALLY unpleasant. Nod once if you understand me."
She stopped moving, sweating slightly. She nodded quickly.
"Are you going to r-"
"Im going to do whatever the fuck I want." He cut across her attempted speech rapidly. Had to maintain control. "Get that suit off."
She felt his breath drifting past her ear and shuddered. Her pussy, so tortured with anticipation these past three days, started gushing. She hoped he would see just how wet she was as she slowly unbuttoned the jacket and let it fall. Then the cami. He stood before her as the bra finally came off, letting him stare as her breasts sat perky in front of him. They were both breathing hard now, even though they didnt realise it and probably would not admit it right now. He grabbed her by the arms, both of her wrists fitting in his bigger hand, and bent his head down to the chest that had driven him crazy all week. She held her breath as his tongue darted over the tops of them, then swirled down the sides, deliberately avoiding the nipples that strained for his liquid touch, darker than the pink that surrounded them. He stiffened even more when he finally let his tongue touch them and heard the gasp it produced. She was shuddering in his hands, all ready for him. But he would not let it be so easy. She would have to beg.
