Page 43 of The Catcher

I had barely relaxed enough to lean back in my seat when Tanner suddenly pulled the car abruptly off the road. The sun had sunk down past the horizon and twilight sent shadows slanting across the hard planes of his face.

“What are you doing?” I cried, jolted out of my frozen state as we jostled off the highway and onto a bumpy side road.

“What do you think?” Tanner asked, shoving the car into park and taking off his sunglasses. “Get over here and suck my dick.”

I tightened my lips together. “You’ve got nothing on me now, Tanner.” My mouth tasted bitter. What could he do to me now? He’d already destroyed my life for his own selfish reasons.

“Put your mouth on my fucking cock, Em,” Tanner said.

I made the mistake of glancing over at him. His eyes gleamed like silver in the dark car. He looked relaxed now, his legs open, his arm resting casually on the console between us. But I knew his casual pose was deceptive. When he wanted, he could strike fast with those hard, cruel hands.

I sighed, trying to ignore the pull in my stomach at the look in his eyes. I crawled reluctantly over the console.

“Get it out,” he said, and I did, pulling at his drawstrings and taking out that big cock. It was already hard and thick in my hands, and I felt a bead of precum at the tip. My fingers swiped automatically at it, and I saw his chest start to heave.

“In your mouth,” he said sternly, and I did, popping my finger in my mouth, feeling the sweet sticky burst on my tongue, my eyes automatically raised to his, because I knew he liked that.

My heart started pounding at what I saw, the muscles in his jaw clenching and throbbing. I bent my head to his cock so I wouldn’t have to look at him anymore.

He made a low noise in his throat as I ran my tongue over the head of his dick. I took it in my mouth, sucking shallowly, trying to work myself up slowly to going deeper. If I didn’t relax my throat I’d gag at his size and thickness.

“Stop teasing me,” he growled, and I looked up at him. His eyes were burning on me, a muscle working in his jaw.

“You want to come down here and do it yourself?” I asked sourly, and he took a handful of my hair in his fist, tugging it, forcing me to look up at him as my scalp prickled.

“Em,” he said. “I won. You lost. You’re not getting away from me again.”

I felt the breath hitch in my chest, somewhere between a moan and a sob.

I bent my head again, not wanting to look at him, taking his cock in my mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” I heard him groan as I moved deeper, sucking him from the base to the tip.

He twisted my hair up in his fist and I could feel him watching me.

“Deeper,” he growled, like the asshole he was, and I gagged around his cock as he shoved it down my throat.

I looked up and saw a muscle working in his tanned throat and I felt that tug and pull in my belly again, the uncomfortable feeling of wet panties.

The only warning I got was a tightening on my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp, as he released in my mouth. I felt his warm seed hit the back of my throat and I gulped it down hastily, forcing myself not to choke as I licked and sucked the last of it from his dick.

When I crawled back to my seat, he put his dick back in his sweatpants and took another swig of his energy drink.

“Nobody has ever sucked my cock like you,” he said, yanking the car into gear again. “I could get hundreds of willing starfuckers to suck my dick, but it’s all shit compared to you.”

I tightened my mouth and said nothing, staring out the window blindly as the lights began to rush by the car. It was better that he thought that I got no pleasure out of anything he did to me.

My lips felt tight and pulled, and I suddenly felt tears started to my eyes, convulsively swallowing so I didn’t sob out loud. I tasted Tanner on my tongue.

I tightened my hands together, trying desperately to cry silently so he didn’t notice. I knew now that he’d do anything to keep me cruelly under his thumb.

The thump of his bass throbbed into the night air as we sped along the highway. I kept replaying the horrible moment the principal had told me my license was going to be suspended. Would they make me come to the hearing? Was there any way to beg and plead to get my license back? What if he told my kids I had cheated on the licensing test? They would all hate me. I swallowed, gulping down my sob.

I didn’t think Tanner would care that I wasn’t talking to him, but he asked abruptly, “What’s wrong with you? Why are you avoiding looking at me?”

“Nothing,” I said dully.

“Don’t give me that shit,” he said, reaching over to clamp a hand on my upper thigh. “Look at me. I didn’t come get you for you to not look at me.”

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