I moaned.

"Unless you want to get caught, I suggest you keep quiet," he growled.

"There's no one here," I said. "And besides - it's not my fault I can't keep quiet."

He looked at me reproachfully.

"Oh? Whose fault is it then?"

"Yours. If you wanted me to be quiet, you should have let me wear panties. That way, you would have something to stuff in my mouth." I smiled wickedly.

I could feel him get harder against me, the fabric of his jeans rough against my bare ass. I felt like I had won until his hand tightened on my throat.

"First: Filthy whores can't blame anyone but themselves. It's not my problem you can't control yourself."

He moved his hand from my throat to my hair and gripped so tightly, my eyes started to water.

"Second: I don't need advice on what you should and should not wear."

He slowly forced me off his lap and on to my knees on the concrete floor. 

"Third: If you can't keep quiet, I've always got something to stuff in your mouth."

He kept one hand tangled in my hair while he unzipped his fly. I was practically drooling as he pulled out his cock. I moved my head forward, mouth open.

He laughed. "Eager, are we?"

I made some sort of strangled noise, somewhere between a moan and a whine.

He laughed again, darker this time. "You dirty little bitch."

He pulled my head closer and I could feel the precum coat my lips just for a second before his dick slid over my tongue and hit the back of my throat. I gagged briefly before it made its way down my throat. He held it there for a second, enjoying the feeling of my throat contracting against him. He started slow, pulling my head almost all the way up to the tip before moving me back down his shaft. He quickly began to slam it into me, abusing my throat the same way he had my pussy earlier that night. I could feel tears start to slide down my face, wrecking my carefully applied eyeliner. My own juices started to trickle down my thighs and my body throbbed with need. I moved my hand under my skirt, playing with my clit to try and give myself some relief. He pulled back suddenly and roughly squeezed my cheeks with his hand. I moved my hand away but it was too late. 

"What were you doing?" he said quietly. 

"You didn't let me cum earlier!" I pouted. "Or the day before! I need this!" 

He looked at me, pityingly and loosened his grip on my cheeks. He moved a hand down my skirt as he whispered in my ear. 

"You get to cum when I say so. Not before." His fingers stroked my clit softly. 

"You get to play with yourself when I say so. Not before." He moved his hand lower towards my slit and began to finger fuck me on the dirty floor. 

"I will deny you release again and again until I'm satisfied. Do you understand?" 

I looked up at him, eyes glazed from the pleasure overtaking me and nodded. He pulled his hand back and licked me off his fingers. I felt my pussy spasm as I watched. 

"You look so pretty like that, baby" he murmured, his eyes travelling over the ruined state of my makeup. I could see my lipstick smeared all over his cock and the sight of it made me moan all over again.

"Still can't keep quiet?" he said. "It's a simple instruction. Are you telling me you can't follow simple instructions?"

The way he was talking down to me made me feel like I was an inch tall, so hot and humiliating at the same time. I tried to look away, to escape that gaze that burning a hole through any pride I had left but he held me firm.

"Answer me, darling. Can you keep quiet or not?"

I opened my mouth, thought better of it and nodded my head instead. I was rewarded with a smile.

"Clever girl."

I smiled back and returned my attention to his cock. I licked up the shaft, trying to clean up the lipstick I left there, knowing there would be consequences if I didn't get it all. Once it was clean, I moved my mouth over the tip and worked his length back down my throat again. I heard a brief sigh escape him before he started fucking my mouth again. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he used me for his pleasure. My clit was aching to be touched but I kept my hands on his thighs and my submission to him just stoked the fire of sexual denial that had been burning since yesterday.

The slight change in his breathing was the only warning I had before his warm, salty cum shot down my throat. I swallowed it down, greedily sucking up anything that was left as he pulled away.

He picked me up and put me back in his lap. I ran my fingers through his hair, content and snuggled in closer.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Well, we could watch this movie. We did pay for it after all."

I looked at him for a minute, stood up and removed my top, revealing my lack of bra underneath.

He laughed. "We could still get caught, you know."

"Don't worry," I said, teasingly. "I'll be quiet."