Steve drove aggressively, but everyone could see the car responding obediently to his every touch, turning exactly the moment the driver told him to do it and making it extremely smooth. Martin felt a blush as he remembered how this combination of firmness and gentleness had affected him. Today Steve drove the car exactly as he drove his body that night.
There was something disturbingly pleasant about this thought. In his mind, the similarities in Steve's demeanor were so clear that he felt hot. It was the first time he had been with a man in such a situation, and although his mind still struggled to accept the events, his body and something deep in his heart reacted very strangely to the memory. Martin was enslaved then, completely in the hands of another man, guided through a world of bliss like this car is now being driven, and with equal virtuosity to reach the pinnacle of pleasure.
Martin closed his eyes.
"Shit," he thought. "Goddamn it. "
