We’re riding in the car…

We just had a huge argument. At a friend’s house, in front of other people.

I know I’m in trouble, I’m a little scared and nervous, but my wet panties give me away. I hear him inhale and I steal a glance at him. He’s sniffing the air, like an animal he can smell both my fear and my arousal.

He hits the breaks and turns the car down a dark wooded dirt road. I gasp and grab the door handle but I don’t dare say a word. He’s in command and any word from me will only make matters worse, or better as the...