The door to the garage creaked open, and I froze, my hand still on the steering wheel. The sound of heels clicking against the concrete floor echoed through the space, each step a countdown to my inevitable surrender. I didn't need to look up to know who it was; the scent of her perfume—a heady mix of jasmine and something darker—had already announced her presence.

"Are you ready for your punishment, pet?" Her voice was a velvet whip, soft yet commanding. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.

I glanced up, meeting her gaze through the windshield. Mistress Evelyn stood there, her arms crossed over her chest, her lips curled into a knowing smile. She wore a form-fitting dress that accentuated every curve, but it was the sight of her legs—bare and tantalizingly close—that made my heart race. She stepped closer, her eyes never leaving mine, and leaned against the car.

"I asked you a question," she purred, her tone dripping with amusement.

"Yes, Mistress," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

She chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Good boy."

With a graceful motion, she opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat beside me. The leather groaned under her weight, and I caught a whiff of her musky scent, mingling with the faint aroma of gasoline. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek, and I felt a jolt of electricity at her touch.

"You've been a naughty driver, haven't you?" she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper in my ear.

I nodded, unable to find my voice. My mind raced, replaying the events of the past week. I had disobeyed her orders, taken risks she had explicitly forbidden. And now, here I was, about to face the consequences.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my skin. "Tell me, what did you do?"

"I... I took the long way home," I confessed, my voice trembling. "I drove past the park, even though you told me not to."

Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of anger. But then she smiled, a slow, wicked grin that made my stomach flip. "You were looking for something, weren't you?"

I hesitated, unsure how to respond. The truth was, I had been searching for a glimpse of her—desperate to see her, to feel her presence even from a distance. But I couldn't admit that. Not yet.

"I... I don't know what you mean, Mistress," I said lamely.

She laughed, a sound that was both cruel and intoxicating. "Oh, but I think you do. You wanted to see me, didn't you? To feel my power, even if just from afar."

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I couldn't deny it. "Yes, Mistress," I whispered.

She leaned back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Very well. Since you were so eager to be near me, I think it's only fair that you experience my presence in a more... intimate way."

Before I could react, she reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of silk panties—black, lacy, and unmistakably hers. My breath caught in my throat as she dangled them in front of me, the fabric catching the light.

"Put these on," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

I stared at the panties, my mind racing. Wear her panties? In public? The idea was both thrilling and terrifying. But I knew better than to refuse her. With trembling hands, I took the panties from her and slipped them on, the silk cool against my skin.

Mistress Evelyn watched me intently, her eyes dark with desire. "Good boy," she murmured again, her voice thick with approval. "Now, drive. And remember, you belong to me."

I started the car, my heart pounding in my chest. As we pulled out of the garage and onto the road, I could feel her eyes on me, burning into my soul. The world outside blurred into a haze of lights and shadows, but all I could focus on was the sensation of her panties against my body, the weight of her command pressing down on me.

We drove in silence for a while, the tension between us growing thicker with each passing mile. Finally, she spoke, her voice cutting through the quiet like a knife.

"Do you want to know what happens next, pet?" she asked, her tone playful yet dangerous.

I nodded, too afraid to speak.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "Then keep driving. We're not done yet."

The car hummed beneath me, the engine a steady heartbeat in the night. I kept my eyes on the road, but my thoughts were consumed by the woman beside me. Mistress Evelyn's presence was a palpable force, her every movement a command that I could not—would not—disobey. The silk of her panties clung to me, a constant reminder of who truly held the reins.

"Eyes on the road, pet," she murmured, her voice a silken thread winding around my senses. "But remember, you're mine."

I swallowed hard, the words echoing in my mind. Mine. The word sent a thrill through me, a surge of desire that made my hands tremble on the wheel. I forced myself to focus, to keep the car steady as we wound through the city streets. But every glance at her, every brush of her hand against mine, pulled me deeper into her web.

Finally, we reached our destination—a secluded parking lot overlooking the city. The lights below us twinkled like stars, but all I could see was her. Mistress Evelyn leaned back in her seat, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Turn off the engine," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

I did as I was told, the silence that followed pressing down on us like a heavy blanket. She turned to face me, her gaze piercing through the dim light.

"You've been a very good boy," she said, her voice soft yet firm. "But now, it's time for your reward."

My breath caught in my throat. A reward? My mind raced, conjuring images of what she might have in store. But before I could dwell on it, she reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek. The touch was electric, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Take off your shirt," she ordered, her voice low and sultry.

I hesitated for only a moment before obeying. The cool air hit my skin as I peeled off the fabric, exposing myself to her scrutiny. She watched me intently, her eyes dark with desire.

"Good," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest. "Now, lean over."

I did as she commanded, leaning across the center console until my face was inches from hers. Her breath was warm against my skin, her scent intoxicating. She reached up, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

"Kiss me," she whispered, her lips brushing against mine.

The command was all it took. I pressed my lips to hers, the kiss hungry and desperate. Her tongue slipped between my lips, exploring, demanding. I groaned into her mouth, my body aching with need. She tasted like sin and salvation, a heady mix that left me breathless.

When she finally pulled away, I was panting, my heart pounding in my chest. She smiled, a slow, wicked grin that made my stomach flip.

"Such a good boy," she murmured, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "But I think you deserve more."

She shifted in her seat, her movements fluid and graceful. Before I could react, she had unzipped my pants, her hand slipping inside. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I gasped, my hips bucking instinctively.

"Shh," she whispered, her voice soothing yet commanding. "Just feel."

Her hand moved with expert precision, stroking me with a rhythm that made my head spin. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation, my body arching towards her. Her other hand cupped my face, her thumb brushing against my lips.

"Open your mouth," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

I obeyed, my lips parting as her thumb pressed against them. She explored my mouth with a slow, deliberate pace, her fingers mimicking the movements of her hand on my cock. The dual sensations were overwhelming, driving me to the brink of madness.

"That's it," she murmured, her voice thick with approval. "So eager, so willing. You're mine, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Good," she purred, her hand tightening around me. "Because I won't share."

With that, she quickened her pace, her strokes becoming more urgent. I could feel the pressure building, my body trembling with the effort to hold back. But she wasn't done with me yet.

"Look at me," she commanded, her voice sharp.

I opened my eyes, meeting her gaze. Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips curved into a satisfied smile.

"Come for me," she whispered, her voice a seductive whisper in my ear. "Show me how much you want this."

The command was all it took. With a final, desperate thrust of her hand, I came undone, my release washing over me in waves. I cried out, my voice hoarse with need, my body shuddering with the intensity of it.

Mistress Evelyn watched me with satisfaction, her hand never faltering. When I finally collapsed back into my seat, spent and trembling, she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear.

"Good boy," she murmured, her voice soft yet firm. "But don't forget, you're mine. And I always get what I want."

With that, she pulled away, her eyes gleaming with triumph. I knew then that there would be more—more commands, more pleasures, more of her. And I wouldn't have it any other way.