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What was it like to be devoured by an apex predator? Key had always thought that it would be messy and wild, like a dog gone loose, with hands and clothes everywhere. Maybe even a rip in the fabric or two. Lying under Chan, squished in the backseat of a car, Key looked into the eyes of the vicious predator.
She didn't look like a feral animal.
No.
Instead, Chan seemed to be completely and utterly aware of what she was doing. Her eyes glittered with darkness and lust, but still, she didn't move like a madman. She moved like a calculated serial killer. Way more dangerous than a wild animal. And much more lethal than what Key had thought.
So that was how an apex predator picked apart their prey.
Chan’s hands found their way down Key’s arms, snaking along them until they locked around her wrists. Key barely noticed them until Chan started to kiss down her neck, and she tried to grasp onto the seat cushions, only to realize that the older woman had her in a firm grip, rendering both her hands useless. Her arms tugged against the force instinctively, but Chan held on tighter. She didn't look annoyed, almost as though Key’s small act of defiance was merely a minor inconvenience.
“I… waited so long for a call back,” Key breathed, twisting under the CEO as her back arched. “You, fucking… bitch.”
“I'm here now, am I not?” Chan retorted, her lips intentionally moving against Key’s neck as she spoke. “Why are you complaining?”
The fresh hickeys sparked with pain as Chan pressed her lips over the marks. Whatever Key had just gone through for her earlier hookup was nothing compared to what the CEO had in store for her.
Every bite and kiss was harsher - rougher. Key’s body seemed to rock from the push of each kiss, shoving her harder and deeper into the cushions of the car. Her head twisted, trying to offer up some of her neck that wasn't already sore, but Chan seemed to know exactly where the hickeys were. She sought them out like a missile, intentionally darkening each mark with her own.
It was exactly as she promised. There was no way Key would see the remnants of her hookup when she looked in the mirror later. Every mark would belong to Chan instead.
“I have been thinking about you. But I've been so busy.” Chan gave her a fake pout, her swollen bottom lip catching the light. “Won't you take pity on me, little one?”
The scene was exactly like the little red riding hood. The wolf was in grandma’s clothes, bringing pity on someone who didn't deserve a second of it. Yet, Key wasn't immune to her antics. Just one pout. One plead. That was all it took. Key writhed under her grip, but she already knew that her anger at the older woman was dissolving into lust.
“What… What pity do you need?” Key muttered through gritted teeth.
Chan’s lips kissed down her collarbones, until they met the neckline of her top. For a moment, she smirked, as though little red riding hood had truly fallen into her trap. And once a wolf like Chan got their claws into something as delicious as that, they didn't let go. Key should have known, but in that moment, logic evaded her. Her body was responding before her brain could keep up.
“Maybe if you let me kiss you more… Just a bit more,” Chan purred.
She took the top button of Key’s shirt in her mouth. Key squirmed as the CEO’s lips and nose brushed against her warm skin. She felt the breeze on her chest as the button came undone.
“Didn't you miss me?” Chan asked, licking a stripe along the newly exposed skin. “Didn't you want me?”
“N-No.” Key was breathless already.
Her answer was all lies. Every time she denied it, Key knew how wrong she was. She had yearned for Chan’s touch and attention. She had wanted the control of a woman who could play and break her like no one else could. Regardless of who she slept with, Key couldn't help but wonder what the CEO would do differently, or whether she would be more aggressive.
Key did want her.
She wanted Chan to take her.
But she didn't want to go down willingly. Top predators didn't deserve easy kills.
“Who could do better than me, little one? Tell me,” Chan prodded.
Her nose nudged the top of Key’s bra out of the way, just enough to expose a bit of her breast. The older woman kisses the skin there first. A firm kiss. Then her lips parted, licking. Key tensed under her, chest heaving as she knew that she wanted - no, needed - Chan’s mouth over her nipples. However, pride would never allow her to admit it out loud.
“Hhnggh-”
Key jolted as Chan’s teeth closed around the sensitive flesh, biting into the mound of her breast. Her legs thrashed under the CEO but Chan didn't even glance down. She let go of her skin slowly, running her tongue over the remaining teeth marks like a silent apology.
“I don't hear an answer…” Chan whispered, a devilish smirk sitting on her lips as she glanced up from where she lay hovering over the younger girl.
Key’s arms pulled against the hands holding her in place. Her legs twisted under Chan, trying to relieve some of her sexual buildup by squeezing her thighs together. If she didn't do it soon, Key knew that she would soon face the urge to hump something, and there was no way she was doing that in front of Chan and her gigantic ego.
Chan’s mouth worked on the second button deftly, seeming to get it undone faster than the first. She nuzzled her nose right between her breasts, leaving Key squirming under her grasp. With one leg, Chan hooked onto Key’s, preventing the limb from thrashing any further. Of her four limbs, three of them were being held in place by the CEO. Key was completely at her mercy.
“Say it. Say that you missed me,” Chan growled, her voice so low that it seemed to reverberate deep in Key’s skull. “Say it.”
The first roll of Chan’s hips came as a surprise.
“Fuck-”
There had been no time for her to prepare. Nothing to stop the moan from slipping out. Key flushed, but her own need was crying to be attended to. Her hips couldn't help but clench at the friction. She shouldn't… She really shouldn't chase after Chan’s motions, but at that moment, Key couldn't help herself. While Chan was a top predator who calculated every move, Key was merely a rookie who thought she had everyone in the palm of her hand.
Key tried to hump upwards, into Chan’s thigh.
The CEO paused and looked down. Key whined when the older woman raised her body just enough, such that the young girl could no longer rut against her.
“I won't let you until you tell me how much you want me,” Chan murmured with an evil glint in her eye. She looked down between them, where Key’s hips twitched and writhed to try and find relief.
“I… Fuck you. I don't need… I don't need…” Key couldn't finish her sentence as she gnashed her teeth together.
Like a master puppeteer, Chan exacerbated the situation by shoving Key’s legs further apart, helped by the one leg that she had hooked around her own. Key growled in frustration, but the CEO didn't yield. She simply looked down on her, holding her in place and letting her try to squirm with whatever limited mobility she had left.
Key’s hips finally flopped back against the car seat. Her chest heaved from the effort.
Chan raised a brow. “Are you done? You’ve fought hard, my brat, and what exactly have you won?”
Tears glistened in Key’s eyes as she turned her face away. Her body desperately wanted that sexual gratification, which Chan was utterly denying her of. She just wanted it so badly. She wanted her so badly. Key just didn't want to say it out loud. Her pride hung in threads.
“Look at me, baby.”
Key pouted, letting a single tear roll down her face. She didn't dare to move her head. The last thing she needed was further embarrassment as Chan reigned triumphant. Key, like a child, kept her head stubbornly looking at the backseat cushions.
“Look at me.”
Chan’s voice was softer on the second attempt. Key, desperate for any ounce of mercy, found herself turning to look up at the woman holding her down. She sniffed pathetically, knowing that her tears were fully in view as she couldn't use her hands to wipe them away.
The older woman looked at her with big, concerned eyes; that Key fully knew it was all an act, but she couldn't help but to fall for it. Like a stupid bunny. She would fall for it over and over.
Remorse struck her soul as she looked at Chan over her. Suddenly, it didn't matter that Key was naked beneath her, or that her limbs were being held in place by her powerful grip.
All Key saw was a sad puppy leaning above her.
“Do you want me?” Chan asked. Her voice seemed to waver, just enough.
Key couldn't hold back anymore. How could she, when Chan was begging so beautifully like this? Resistance and stubbornness could only take her so far. All those thoughts about cursing off Chan to her face or calling her out for never calling her back all seemed to fade.
She nodded. Just once.
One nod was all the CEO needed.
“Good girl. What do you want me to do?” Chan prompted. “Tell mommy.”
The last word sent an electric thrill down Key’s spine. It was a term of dominance with a hint of care. She blinked up at her. Mommy. Chan’s eyes were so soft now. She would take care of Key, wouldn't she? Mommy would take care of her. Key sniffed as another tear rolled down her cheek. Mommy…
Her hips twitched.
“I want… I want you,” Key sniffled. She felt so pathetic crying under her. “To touch me.”
Chan didn't answer. Her body didn't move. Those same eyes, the same deep brown, continued looking into Key’s watery ones. For a moment there, there was almost a trace of pity. Key’s chest heaved with the weight of what was coming.
She knew what she had to do; what the exact word she had to use to get Chan to comply.
“T-ouch me… Mommy.”
Just as she thought, the word was the final key to the lock. Chan’s lips came down first, before her hips. Key whined right into her mouth as her hips gratefully rutted up into hers, enjoying the friction between both their pants against her crotch. Chan’s tongue came out, licking up the salt from her tears before pushing it past Key’s lips.
Chan pulled away, eyes dark with lust. Key’s breath hitched at the sight of her. It was like hearing the term coming from Key’s lips unlocked a monster deeper inside the older woman; one a little more frenzied but just as lustful.
“Mommy will take care of you.”
The rest of Key’s shirt came off in a flurry. The younger girl was barely aware of her wrists coming free. She couldn't keep up with the speed at which Chan moved.
Her bra slid off right after, deftly unfastened with a movement of Chan’s fingers. Key saw it fly across the backseat. She would have to look for it later.
“You're so beautiful,” Chan murmured. “As beautiful as I would have expected.”
A rush of heat filled Key as she realized what that sentence meant. Chan had been… imagining what she would look like with her clothes off? She never would have expected it, especially from someone with a playgirl reputation like the CEO. From what she had heard, Chan had plenty of girls to pick and choose from. Yet, despite all those options, she had taken some time to consider what Key might look like when they fucked? Shit. The thought was making her even more excited.
Her nipples hardened against the cool air in the car. Chan’s hands ran down her body, thumbs rolling delightfully against them as she touched her. Key’s hands dug into the leather seats, losing herself to the sensation and want. Her body arched into Chan’s hands, surrendering herself fully.
The CEO’s hands massaged each breast, keeping the nipples pressed between two fingers as she went. Key’s lips parted involuntarily as she writhed. A hand moved to cover her mouth as the pleasure started to get too much. She didn't want to get too loud - that would be embarrassing. Key was in front of a seasoned playgirl. She needed to seem mature and in control as well-
“Mommy wants to hear you. Can you do that for Mommy?” Chan whispered, lowering her head to lick over a perked nipple. “Come on, little one.”
Damn. Of course. Chan noticed immediately. Key truly couldn't hide anything from her.
Gently, the older woman’s hand wrapped around hers, coaxing her to lower it. Key resisted at first, worried that she wouldn't be able to control herself. However, with a blink of Chan’s big, brown eyes, the younger girl found that she truly couldn't say no. Her hand came free from her mouth. Chan held onto her, though the grip was not as tight as before.
Chan’s lips kissed and worked, leaving the younger girl writhing and clinging to the leather car seats.
When her fingers rolled the other nipple, Key’s body jerked.
“Hnnnnng-” Key struggled to fight the urge to keep her hands down. “I can't- I can't-”
Fingers continuing to tease those poor nipples of hers, Chan’s head lowered further as she kissed down to her belly button. The CEO’s nose tickled her stomach. Key let out a gasp and a moan as a kiss and a roll of her nipple came together, causing her self-restraint to fall apart. Chan seemed to sense it, because the older woman repeated it again moments later, only to have Key gasping in her grasp.
“You can do well for Mommy, can't you?”
Fuck.
Chan’s hands grabbed the top button of her pants. Key almost bucked into her hands instinctively.
Shame was long gone and thrown out of the window.
In this black car, she could think about nothing else but the two of them. Just her and Chan. Key whined as Chan’s fingers tugged on the waistband of her pants, getting them undone. The action itself made her want to rut up into her more.
“Do well… I… Do well.”
The words tumbled desperately from her mouth as Chan slid her pants and underwear down. The older woman ran a hand up Key’s leg slowly, feeling her lower leg, touching her kneecap, before ascending up her thigh. Key’s legs trembled as she tried not to jerk away. She wanted it so bad that she didn't want to do anything to risk the older woman from pulling away.
A clumsy moan slipped from her as Chan’s fingers reached for her. Her thumb brushed her clit. Just a tease. A small brush, leaving Key whining for more beneath her as she realized that Chan was watching her.
“P-lease?”
The word was broken and filled with a hint of an incoming sob. Key had never heard herself sound like this, neither had she been so desperate.
Chan’s hand brushed along her inner thigh. Goosebumps formed along the younger girl’s skin as the older woman’s hand crept closer and closer. Her thighs tensed. Key held her breath, tipping her head back in anticipation. She needed her so badly. She needed her now.
The hand stopped on her inner thigh. Right before it reached the crease where the leg met the body.
Key cried out.
Her hand flailed, trying to grab Chan - anything that could help to relieve her of the building sexual desire. However, instead of mercy like she was hoping for, the sound of a smack sounded throughout the enclosed black car.
The young girl wailed, legs trying to pull together after her bare crotch got slapped. Pain mixed in with her desperation. Key could feel the tears leaking out of her eyes. There was no controlling them anymore.
Chan pinned her leg back down. Her hand scooped up both of Key’s wrists. The final blow was her other hand landing on Key’s throat, squeezing into the sides.
The sob died halfway.
“Don't touch me. Remember? Bratty girls don't get to touch. I told you this before.”
Chan’s eyes bore into hers. Key felt completely helpless and powerless beneath her. The CEO was fully dressed and her hair was still mostly in place, while Key was completely undressed and pinned down. She felt the older woman’s hands tighten their grip around her wrists.
“Answer.”
“S-Sorry… I forgot. I,” the younger girl sniffled again, the hand on her neck reminding her of her place. “I won't do it again.”
“How can you show Mommy that you're sorry?” Chan asked. “Mommy will give you one last chance.”
Slowly, the hands holding her down let her go. For the first time since Key had entered the car, Chan finally set her free. She pressed a hand behind her against the seat cushions. The cool air hit her body. Key glanced once at the windows, but worried a little less when she remembered how tinted they had looked from the outside.
Meanwhile, Chan had moved to sit at the seat on the furthest end. Key looked at her, then looked at her clothes strewn all over the car. Chan didn't glance at her at all. The older woman folded her arms across her chest.
One last chance.
Chan had said that she had one last chance.
Key’s body trembled with need. At this point, she didn't care how humiliating it would be. All she needed was Chan. She needed her to want her. She crawled across the backseat towards the CEO, her body trembling from the stimulation and also from the air conditioner, reminding her of exactly how bare she was in comparison to Chan.
“Mommy…”
She didn't know how to plead without touching the older woman. Key got into a kneeling position on the car seat, the only physical act of compliance that she could think of. People knelt when they pleaded, so this should make sense. Her legs were folded neatly and she sat on her heels, but still, Chan didn't react. The CEO continued to stare straight ahead.
Shit, it wasn't enough. Key looked around. Her hands stayed firmly on her thighs, afraid to even brush against the older woman on accident.
Key gulped.
She did the next best thing that she could think of.
Her head nuzzled into Chan’s shoulder and chest, almost like a cat. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for a correction, but it never seemed to come. Key pressed a little bolder, burying her face into Chan’s neck. This time, the CEO did move, seeming to give her more space to continue. Key took that as encouragement, nuzzling her head deeper into the crook of Chan’s neck. Her eyes blinked as she looked up at her, hoping to evoke an image of being pitiful and apologetic.
The contact made the desire in her body stir once more. Key bit down on her lower lip, trying to keep the feeling contained. She couldn't please herself when Chan was still upset. That would be bad. Key wanted to be a good girl for her, so that Chan could reward her. She had an inkling that the reward would be worth the effort.
“I'm sorry,” Key murmured. “I won't do it again.”
“Do cats speak?”
The young girl’s face flushed when she realized what Chan meant. She paused in her movements, taking a moment to evaluate if she was really about to do what she was going to do. The sex better be worth it.
“Meow?” Key whispered, cheeks reddening even further. Heck, she didn't dare to look down at herself now, in case the flush actually stretched down her neck and chest.
Chan’s hand rested on Key’s head, ruffling her dark hair like she was a fluffy cat. Key felt herself relax into her touch, despite the embarrassing nature of it all, because she knew that that had been the right move. She hadn't wasted the chance that the older woman had given her.
“Can I hear it again? You look so sweet, meowing while there are still some tears in your eyes.”
Key pressed her lips together as she prepared herself. Damn. The things she did for a hot woman…
“Meow,” she tried once more. Humiliation and desperation mixed into one and Key tried to bury her face back into Chan’s shoulder.
The older woman patted her hair softly, holding her close. She moved to grab Key by her bare waist, placing her on her thigh.
Key gritted her teeth as the sensation was almost too much to bear. The thick pants that Chan was wearing seemed to rub her in every area that was sensitive. Her thighs tensed and she tried to stand up, but Chan was always one step ahead and her fingers dug into Key’s sides to hold her down. Buckling under the pressure, Key’s head bowed as she felt the sparks of need shoot up her core.
Her hips took one greedy rub against Chan’s pants.
Just a little bit.
Just to relieve some of the buildup.
Key bit her lip. Maybe another. Harder. She rubbed herself rougher against the older woman’s pants.
When Chan’s hand moved, the younger girl froze, afraid that the CEO might reprimand her for being so needy. However, instead of a smack or any type of correction, Chan only repositioned her hand to hold onto Key better.
“Enjoy yourself, little one,” Chan purred, coaxing the younger girl's hips to roll bolder this time. “You have earned it. Mommy liked your apology. And don't worry about the mess, Mommy will buy new pants.”
The reassurance was the very last bit that Key needed as she started to ride her thigh. Her rolls were frantic and out of time, driven by pure need and nothing else. Key’s arms stretched out to hold onto the side of the car for support. Chan’s hands never left her, guiding her through each one and pressing her down on each hump.
A soft whine slipped from her lips as her body rode her thigh faster, feeling the texture of her pants against her. Key knew that it was going to be harder to cum like this - with no fingers or added assistance, but damn, her mind was so filled with lust that she was going to do her best anyway.
Her fingers gripped onto the side of the car tighter.
“Not… Not enou- Not enough,” the young girl stammered, already trying to drive her hips down at the angle that felt the best.
Tears were already accumulating in the corners of her eyes. She wanted to cum so badly. Her hips rubbed harder and her head hung lower. She bit on her bottom lip as she tried to push and push for the feeling of the orgasm to come.
“It's enough, little one.”
“It's not!” Key blubbered, frantically increasing the pace of her hips.
“It is,” Chan insisted firmly. “Ride me like the desperate bunny that you are. Until you cum.”
Key’s face scrunched up in concentration as she drove herself down harder with every push. The material of the pants under her was already stained with her arousal. On other occasions, Key might be ashamed, but at the moment, her mind was on a one-track road to self pleasure.
Her breath turned sharper and almost like soft hiccups as she tried to go harder. A frustrated groan slipped from her throat - it wasn't enough!
Meanwhile, Chan just watched her. The CEO watched every move, every twitch, every gasp… She drank it all in. Chan leaned back with her hands still on Key’s hips, already knowing that she had won. Key was desperately humping her thigh even though she was trying to be bratty no less than fifteen minutes ago. Look at her… Look at how desperate Key was… Chan revelled in it. She loved knowing that Key could fall apart this easily when it came to her.
“More- Help me, p-lease!”
More tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she tried, she really did, to grind herself. The whole backseat of the car was shaking from her drops and pushes, and yet, it wasn't enough.
“Why should I help you?”
“Mom… Mommy, please!” Key cried. “Please, I will do anything.”
Chan smiled. “Anything?”
Key should have detected the danger, but when sex was the only thing on her mind, all rational thought went out the window.
“Yes- Please, anything! Anything! Help- Help me… Not enough…”
Chan kept one hand on her waist, the other reaching for her throat. Key spluttered, but she didn't move to try and pry her fingers off. Instead, like a good girl, she kept her hands away from Chan’s and lifted her chin to give the CEO a bit more room to grab and use her. Her hips kept going, humping like a desperate bunny as if her life depended on it.
The squeeze of Chan’s fingers almost sent Key toppling off her thigh. Her throat, so gently restricted, seemed to make the blood pounding in her head sound so much louder than it was before. Key gasped, fingers clawing at the headrest of the driver's seat behind her.
“A brat like you would probably like to cum from pain,” Chan murmured. “Cum now, my dear.”
She wanted to deny it - to deny the humiliation that someone like her would like the pain, especially when inflicted from Chan, but Key’s mind was too hazy to form words. Instead, she could only grit her teeth and rock harder. Tears continued to stream down her face.
She had to cum. She wanted to, so badly.
Key felt Chan’s fingers press a little more into the sides of her throat. Her lips parted. Key’s fingers tightened around the leather of the car cushions. Her legs tensed first.
Then it hit her all at once.
Thighs and core quivering, Key’s head lolled back as she finally felt it. The orgasm. Her toes curled and her body trembled as it rolled through her, starting from deep in her core and spreading all the way down to her toes. Key felt like she was hit by a gigantic wave, almost seeing white as she let out a staggered breath. Her movements finally began to slow down. Key panted.
She looked down at the mess she had made, still trying to catch her breath.
“Told you that you could do it. Mommy always believes in you,” Chan said. “Come here.”
The CEO tugged the shaking girl towards her arms, enveloping her in a firm hug. Key melted into her touch, feeling completely exhausted after all that. Chan smiled, though the action was hidden in Key’s hair.
She knew that the contract would be signed.
Key would be hers.