‘Well, I guess I should be honoured my first abduction is looking so thoroughly professional.’
‘There might be something you haven’t thought through.’ Roman’s eyes slide to look out of the window as he continues. ‘I need a piss.’
I tense.Fuck.
‘You can’t. You can’t walk.’
‘Doesn’t make a difference. If I can’t go out there, I’m going to have to go in here.’
I picture trying to sleep in a car reeking of wee, and it’s an absolute fucking no-go.
‘You’ll have to hold it.’
‘No, Maggie,you’llhave to hold it.’
‘Urgh,’ I groan. ‘No. I can’t.’
‘Hope you’ve got plenty of those wipes then…’
‘Don’t you dare,’ I say. And the fucker has the audacity to smirk. ‘You’re enjoying this.’
‘So sue me for enjoying you being served a fresh plate of just desserts.’
I look around the car until I settle on one of the empty bottles. Will it be big enough? Resigning myself with a sigh, I go around to the passenger side, armed with baby wipes and the bottle.
‘I can’t do this,’ I whisper as I stare at his zipper.
‘I’m sure you’ve seen a cock before. I’m the one who should be embarrassed.’ Roman still looks like he’s enjoying my discomfort far too much.
‘Of course I have. I’ve just never had to assist… well, you know.’
‘Brought it on yourself.’
‘Shut up.’ Straightening my shoulders, I put down the wipes and bottles and reach over him to unclick his belt, hauling his legs around and out onto the ground. His torso leans sideways against the backrest, and he finally looks at least a little embarrassed.
Up close, I get a whiff of the aftershave that clings to his throat, and see the way the vein in his neck thrums with each beat of his pulse.
Swallowing, I unbutton his trousers before tugging down the zip.
He looks over my shoulder as I reach in and wrap my fingers around his soft dick, pulling it past the zipper.
‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’
‘Me either,’ Roman murmurs. ‘It’s usually more impressive when a woman gets her hands on it.’
I’m not about to admit it to the cocky twat, but the heft in his flaccid cock already impresses me. If only it were for other purposes.
‘I don’t think you’ll need the bottle,’ he says. ‘Now that you’ve turned me, you can probably just aim it at the floor.
‘You might pee on my shoes!’
‘You’d deserve it.’
‘Fuck off,’ I mutter. Standing to the side, and with me holding his man-meat like it’s about to detonate, I aim the tip toward the floor, looking away. A minute passes with nothing happening, me standing there like an idiot, silently dying inside.
‘Are you going to pee, or what?’ I ask.
‘I don’t exactly have full control at the moment, thanks to your drugs.’ Roman’s face is red when I look back at him.
