Chapter 33: CC's back arches violently as Ace fucks her doggystyle over the car hood, her tits bouncing with each brutal thrust while Lee watches through the rearview mirror, his cock straining against his jeans as Ace snarls 'Look at him watching you take it like the slut you are' before yanking CC's head back by her hair.
The shattered porcelain and spreading coffee stain seemed to freeze time in the bistro. Ace felt the collective stare of the room like physical pressure, a suffocating blanket of shock and judgment. CC’s hot mouth still worked frantically under the tablecloth, oblivious, lost in her desperate, destructive mission. Ace’s hand remained tangled in blonde hair, not pulling her away, trapped between fury and a terrifying, unwanted surge of dominance ignited by CC’s abject surrender.
"Get. Up." Ace’s voice was a low, guttural rasp, vibrating with barely contained violence. She yanked CC’s head back by the hair, forcing her tear-streaked face away from the harness. CC gasped, lips slick and swollen, her eyes wide and unfocused, pupils blown with panic and something darker. "Now!"
Lee snapped into action, his horror momentarily overridden by practicality. He grabbed CC’s upper arm, hauling her roughly to her feet. She stumbled, her legs weak, her sundress twisted and damp with spilled coffee near the hem. "Come on, CC," Lee hissed, his voice tight with disgust and urgency. "Out. Now."
Ace shoved herself out of the booth, ignoring Sarah’s stunned, pale face. She fumbled under the tablecloth, yanking her jeans and boxers back up over her hips with clumsy, furious movements, the harness still strapped tight and prominent beneath the denim. The buckle felt cold against her skin. She didn’t bother with the belt, letting it hang loose. Grabbing her leather jacket from the booth, she stalked after Lee, who was half-dragging, half-supporting a trembling CC towards the exit. The silence in the bistro was absolute, broken only by the frantic clatter of Ace’s own boots on the linoleum and CC’s ragged, hiccuping breaths.
The cool evening air outside hit them like a slap. Ace sucked in a breath, the scent of exhaust and distant fried food replacing the cloying coffee and pastry smell. Lee steered CC towards his beat-up Honda Civic parked under a flickering sodium lamp in the far corner of the lot. The yellow light cast long, distorted shadows.
"Lee," CC whimpered, trying to pull away. Her voice was small, broken. "Please…"
"Shut up," Ace snarled, catching up. She grabbed CC’s other arm, her grip bruising. "You shut the fuck up." The fury was back, white-hot and blinding, fueled by the public humiliation, the sheer reckless stupidity. "What the hell was that?"
CC flinched but didn’t answer. Her head hung low, blonde hair obscuring her face. Lee unlocked the car with a sharp beep. "Just get her in the car, Ace," he muttered, his voice strained. "Before campus security shows up."
Ace shoved CC hard against the car’s hood. The metal protested with a dull thud. CC cried out, more from shock than pain. Ace crowded her, pinning her against the cool metal, her taller frame dwarfing CC’s. She could feel the frantic flutter of CC’s heartbeat against her own chest. The scent of CC’s floral perfume was overwhelmed by the smell of panic sweat and tears.
"You wanted to prove something?" Ace hissed, her face inches from CC’s. "You wanted everyone to see? Fine. Let them see." Her hand shot down, bunching the thin fabric of CC’s sundress violently upwards around her waist. CC gasped, her eyes flying wide. "You offered yourself up like a fucking whore in public? Then be one."
Ace’s fingers, rough and demanding, shoved past the elastic of CC’s lace panties. They were soaked. Drenched. The sheer, unexpected flood of wet heat against Ace’s knuckles momentarily stole her breath. CC whimpered, a high-pitched, desperate sound, her hips bucking involuntarily against Ace’s invading hand.
"Jesus Christ," Lee breathed, turning away sharply. He ran a hand over his face. "Fucking hell, Ace. Not here."
Ace ignored him. Her fingers plunged deeper, finding CC’s entrance slick and yielding. She pushed two fingers inside without preamble, knuckle-deep into the tight, clenching heat. CC cried out, her head thumping back against the hood, her back arching. "Oh god! Ace!"
"Shut up," Ace growled, curling her fingers, seeking the spongy spot inside. She found it instantly. CC screamed, her legs trembling violently. Ace worked her fingers ruthlessly, the wet, squelching sounds obscenely loud in the relative quiet of the parking lot. She could feel CC’s inner muscles fluttering, trying to grip her, trying to pull her deeper. "This what you wanted? Huh? You wanted everyone to see you beg for it? See how fucking wet you get for me?"
"Yes!" CC gasped, tears streaming anew, mingling with ruined mascara. "Yes! Please! More!"
Ace withdrew her fingers, glistening in the yellow light. She held them up, letting CC see the evidence of her arousal. "You’re fucking dripping," Ace spat, her voice thick with contempt and a dark, undeniable hunger. She wiped her fingers roughly on CC’s thigh. "Like a bitch in heat."
She fumbled with the loose buckle of her belt, her movements jerky with adrenaline and fury. The leather rasped loudly. She shoved her jeans and boxers down past her hips again, exposing the black nylon harness and the thick, veined silicone cock jutting from it, already slick with CC’s saliva from the bistro. It looked obscene in the harsh light.
"For fuck's sake," Lee groaned, his back still turned. He dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small foil packet. Without looking, he tossed it over his shoulder towards Ace. It landed on the hood near CC’s hip. "Just fucking rail her already and get it over with. Before someone calls the cops."
Ace snatched the condom packet. Her hands trembled slightly as she ripped it open. She rolled the latex down the length of the silicone shaft with rough efficiency. The clinical smell of latex briefly cut through the musk of sweat and arousal.
She grabbed CC’s hips, spinning her roughly around to face the hood. CC gasped, bracing her hands on the cool metal. Ace shoved her sundress higher, bunching it around her waist, fully exposing her round, pale ass and the soaked lace panties now pushed aside. Ace gripped the base of the harness, lining up the latex-covered tip against CC’s glistening entrance. She could feel the heat radiating from it.
"No foreplay," Ace growled, her voice raw. "You wanted it raw? You got it."
She slammed her hips forward with brutal force.
The thick silicone head stretched CC wide, then plunged deep in one relentless thrust. CC’s scream tore through the parking lot, raw and primal, echoing off the concrete walls of the adjacent garage. Her body bowed, her knuckles white on the hood. Ace buried herself to the hilt, feeling the incredible tightness, the hot clench of CC’s walls around the invading girth. She held herself there for a second, grinding deep, relishing the choked sob that escaped CC’s lips.
"Fuck," Ace breathed, the sensation momentarily overwhelming the rage. Pure, carnal heat flooded her veins. She pulled back almost all the way, then drove forward again, hard and deep. Another cry ripped from CC, this one mixed with a guttural moan. "That’s it," Ace snarled, setting a punishing rhythm, each thrust a piston driving deep into yielding flesh. "Take it. Take every fucking inch you begged for."
The wet slap of skin against skin, the rhythmic creak of the car’s suspension, CC’s gasping cries and choked pleas – "Harder! Oh god, Ace! Fuck me!" – filled the dimly lit space. Ace gripped CC’s hips hard enough to bruise, anchoring herself as she pistoned into the tight, slick heat. She watched CC’s ass ripple with each impact, saw the way her back arched, presenting herself, taking everything Ace gave her. The harness straps dug into Ace’s own hips, the base grinding against her clit with each powerful thrust, sending jolts of electric pleasure up her spine. She was fucking CC, but the harness was fucking her too, a relentless feedback loop of dominance and sensation.
Lee stood rigidly a few feet away, facing the street, shoulders tense. He lit a cigarette with trembling hands, the flare of the lighter stark in the gloom. He took a long, shaky drag, the ember glowing bright.
Ace’s pace became frantic, brutal. She could feel CC tightening around her, the fluttering intensifying, the wetness gushing. CC’s cries turned into high-pitched whines, her body trembling violently. "I’m… Ace! I’m gonna…!"
"Come," Ace commanded, driving into her with one final, brutal thrust, burying herself impossibly deep. "Come on my fucking cock like the desperate slut you are."
CC shattered. Her scream was muffled against the hood as her body convulsed, her inner muscles clamping down on the silicone shaft in violent, rhythmic pulses. Ace groaned, grinding deep, feeling the powerful contractions milk the harness, the pressure against her own clit pushing her over the edge. Her own orgasm ripped through her, a blinding wave of release that momentarily drowned out the fury, leaving only raw, shuddering sensation. She slumped forward, pressing her forehead against CC’s trembling back, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Silence descended, thick and heavy, broken only by their harsh breathing and the distant hum of traffic. The smell of sex, sweat, exhaust, and Lee’s cigarette smoke hung in the air. Ace slowly pulled out, the condom-covered silicone sliding free with a wet, sucking sound. CC whimpered, her legs buckling. Ace caught her before she slid down the side of the car, holding her upright against the hood. CC trembled violently, her face buried in her arms, silent sobs shaking her shoulders.
Ace looked down at her own hands, still gripping CC’s hips. Her knuckles were white. She slowly released her hold, leaving faint red marks on pale skin. She pulled her jeans and boxers back up, fumbling with the belt buckle, her movements clumsy in the aftermath. The harness felt heavy, alien now.
Lee finally turned around. His face was grim, etched with disappointment that cut deeper than anger. He flicked his cigarette butt onto the asphalt, grinding it out with his heel. He looked from Ace, adjusting her clothes with shaking hands, to CC, a trembling, ruined mess slumped against his car hood, her dress still hiked up, exposing her bare ass and the glistening mess between her legs.
"Fix this," Lee said, his voice flat, devoid of its usual theatricality. It was a command, cold and final. He didn’t wait for a response. He walked around to the driver’s side, unlocked the door, and got in. The engine coughed to life.
Ace stared at CC’s shaking back. The fury had drained away, leaving a hollow, sickening ache. The possessiveness felt like ash in her mouth. She reached out, her hand hovering over CC’s shoulder, then dropped it. She couldn’t touch her. Not now.
Lee rolled down the passenger window. "Get her in the car, Ace," he said, staring straight ahead. "Take her home. And then… figure out what the fuck you’re doing. Because this?" He gestured vaguely towards CC’s exposed form. "This is fucked."
Ace swallowed hard. The taste of coffee and shame and CC’s desperation lingered. She gently tugged CC’s sundress down, covering her. CC didn’t resist, didn’t look up. Ace opened the passenger door. "Come on," she said, her voice rough but devoid of its earlier venom. "Let’s go."
CC stumbled away from the hood, her legs unsteady. She avoided Ace’s eyes, climbing into the passenger seat like an automaton, curling into herself against the window. Ace shut the door, the sound echoing in the quiet lot. She walked around to the other side, avoiding Lee’s stony gaze through the windshield. She slid into the back seat, the leather cold against her skin. The car pulled away from the curb, leaving the yellow pool of light and the lingering scent of sex and regret behind. Ace leaned her head against the cool window, watching the darkened campus blur past. The silence inside the car was suffocating. Lee drove. CC cried silently. Ace closed her eyes, the image of CC on her knees in the bistro, and then bent over the car hood, burned onto her retinas. Lee was right. This was fucked. And she had no idea how to unfuck it. The condom wrapper lay crumpled on the asphalt where Lee had tossed it, a small, discarded flag of surrender.