are you actually a good passenger princess or are you just good at sitting there and looking pretty? because being my passenger princess means more than just picking the playlist. what if I decided that every red light on the way was a deadline for you? what if I kept my eyes on the road, my left hand on the steering wheel but my right hand was busy ruining you? and by that I mean reaching over the second we stop, my fingers sliding inside you. using you for my own entertainment. I’m going to be relentless in those sixty second intervals. my touch steady, driving until your head hits the headrest and your eyes are filled with tears. but here’s the rule: the moment that light turns green I’m pulling away. I’ll leave you pulsing against the seat while I shift back into drive like nothing happened. let me see you struggle to catch your breath, your knees shaking and your nails digging into the leather because you have nothing else to hold onto. I’m going to tease you through every intersection. making you wait and ache till you’re sobbing my name into the quiet car. by the time we finally reach our destination, you’ll be such a shivering, overstimulated mess that you won’t even remember how to unbuckle your seatbelt. I’ll make sure that every mile we drive is just another minute of you realizing that as long as you’re in my car, your pleasure belongs entirely to me. so...do you still need a ride or are you too scared to get in?
