Hot Driver - S01 E62

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Hot Driver - S01 E62

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 62

{Ivy Fashion Empire – Ivory’s Office}

“I didn’t ask you to check my phone!” Ivory snapped again, snatching it fully out of his reach and clutching it to her chest. “Get out of my office, Duane. Now.”

“Ivory—”

“OUT.”

But instead of leaving, Duane crossed the room and pulled her into a tight, unyielding hug before she could push him away.

“Thank you,” he murmured into her hair, voice rough with an emotion she hadn’t expected to hear from him. “Thank you for what you did for my mother. For making her a millionaire. For giving her a life she never thought she’d have.”

Ivory stiffened in his arms, still flustered, still embarrassed at having been caught. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ivory…”

She sighed, some of the fight draining out of her. “Fine. It was me. Don’t tell anyone. Not her. Not anybody.”

“I promise,” he said, pulling back just enough to look at her properly. “This stays between us.”

Something in his eyes had shifted, softened, and before she could brace herself, he leaned down and kissed her — slow, deliberate, his hands finding the curve of her @ss and drawing her closer.

“This is my way of saying thank you,” he murmured against her lips. “I’ll say a proper thank you at night.”

He winked, and Ivory’s heart stumbled over itself in a way that was becoming embarrassingly familiar.

“Why did you even do it?” he asked quietly, pulling back to study her face. “All of it. The money, the anonymity, all of it?”

Ivory hesitated, then answered honestly. “Because you told me once, how poor your family was. How little you all had. I felt something I don’t usually let myself feel. Pity, maybe. Or something close to it. I couldn’t just do nothing after that.”she pouted.

Duane’s expression softened further, and he pressed one more soft kiss to her forehead before finally, reluctantly, letting her go.

—

{Curtis Residence – Same Afternoon}

Maeve arrived exactly when instructed, dread curdling in her stomach the moment Curtis opened the door.

He didn’t waste time with pretense. He led her straight to one of the back rooms, and within minutes, she found herself bound to a chair, legs widened, blindfolded, gagged, completely unable to move or protest.

Her clothes were torn away methodically, and what followed_ his tongue on her clît left her trapped somewhere between horror and a physical response she hated herself for, her pleasure cries, the only sound in the room besides his low, satisfied groans.

She had no choice in any of it. Not really. Not with the tapes hanging over her head like an executioner’s blade.

—

{Bennett’s Mansion – Night}

The family gathered for dinner, the table spread with an elaborate array of dishes.

Hazel picked at her food distractedly, licking her lips repeatedly, touching them absentmindedly every few seconds, lost in some private memory_ memory of the kiss, her lips on his soft pink lips.

Diana noticed but said nothing, filing the observation away for later.

The front door opened, and Ivory and Duane walked in together. Hazel’s face lit up instantly, and she abandoned her plate to throw herself first at Duane, then at her sister, wrapping her arms tightly around Ivory’s waist.

“You’re both finally here!” she declared.

Ivory smiled, stroking her sister’s hair fondly before guiding her back toward the table.

They settled in, and pleasantries were exchanged all around. Then, unexpectedly, Arthur rose slightly from his seat, extending a hand toward Duane.

“Good evening, son,” he said simply.

Duane blinked, momentarily thrown, before accepting the handshake with a respectful bow of his head. “Good evening, sir.”

The table fell into a beat of surprised silence. Even Hazel paused mid-bite, glancing between her father and Duane with wide, curious eyes.

What changed? seemed to be the unspoken question hanging over the table, though nobody voiced it aloud.

They settled into dinner, conversation flowing easily, and Diana found her gaze drifting toward Duane more than once throughout the meal, studying the line of his jaw, the shape of his eyes, something naggingly familiar tugging at the edge of her memory that she couldn’t quite place.

“your brother Luis is so cute too,” Hazel was saying, entirely oblivious to her mother’s contemplation. “he has this pink lips and baby face, oh gosh”

The table laughed, and Diana let the thought go for now, though it lingered somewhere in the back of her mind.

—

{Alice’s Private Residence – Same Night}

Maeve returned home still sore, Still nothing about Chester Ben like he doesn’t exist. she entered sinking into a chair at the dinner table where Alice was already eating.

She pushed the thought about Chester Ben aside and forced a small, genuine smile.

“I’m just glad Tyler’s alive, Mom. Now we can actually make our move. On Abigail. On all of them.”

“Whatever you need,” Alice said smoothly. “I’ll support you completely.”

Alice’s phone buzzed against the table. She reached for it lazily — but Maeve was faster, catching sight of the screen before her mother could turn it away.

C_Dawg: No more two weeks. I want to see my daughter before this week ends.

Alice’s face paled instantly, snatching the phone back and pressing it face-down against the table.

But Maeve already saw the message, she already saw the sender.

Shock took over her. daughter??. C_?

—

{Celeste’s Residence – Same Night}

Celeste groaned dramatically, sinking into a kitchen chair, rubbing at her aching shoulders.

“The work was too much today,” she said to Luis, who sat across from her, distractedly smiling at nothing in particular, touching his own lips every few seconds like he couldn’t help himself.

“Hannah didn’t even show up,” Celeste continued, not noticing his distraction yet. “I need more help. Genuinely. I’ve had five new people apply, and they’re starting tomorrow, thank goodness.”

Luis just smiled wider, still touching his lips.

Celeste finally paused, narrowing her eyes at him. “Luis. Are you even listening to me?”

“Hm? Yeah, Mama. Five new workers. Tomorrow.”

“Did Hazel kiss you?” Celeste asked suddenly, watching his reaction carefully.

Luis’s face went instantly red. “What? No. No, of course not.”

“Mm-hm,” Celeste said, clearly unconvinced, a teasing smile spreading across her face. “Sure, baby. Sure.”

“Mama, stop.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re smiling like you know something.”

“I don’t know anything,” Celeste sang, standing to clear the table, still smiling to herself as Luis groaned and buried his red face in his hands.
—

{Sloane’s House – Same Night}

Sloane sat alone in her dim living room, staring at the mask and gun laid out on the table in front of her — the same items she’d used to threaten Hannah into compliance.
It has to work, she thought coldly. She has to do it, or her mother dies. She knows the stakes.

She pulled out her phone and typed a message, sending it off into the night. To Hanna tho.

Sloane: Tomorrow. Don’t fail me.

She set the phone down, satisfaction settling cold and ugly in her chest.
—

{Ivory’s Room – Late Night}

Ivory lay awake, staring at the ceiling, unable to quiet the thoughts circling endlessly around Duane.

He’s my driver, some old, stubborn part of her mind insisted. I called him a poor church rat once. I swore I’d never let myself feel anything for someone like him.

She silenced the thought forcefully and rose from the bed, tiptoeing out into the hallway.

Hazel’s door was cracked open, and a pair of curious eyes caught Ivory’s the moment she passed.

Ivory pressed a finger to her lips, warning.

Hazel grinned wickedly and mimed zipping her own mouth shut, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Ivory continued down the hall, slipping into Duane’s room quietly.

He was in the bathtub, steam curling up around him, eyes closed in relaxation.

Without a word, Ivory pulled away her tiny nightie robe leaving her in her p@nties and br@ and stepped in beside him. His eyes opened, darkening instantly at the sight of her, and he pulled her onto his lap without hesitation.

“I want to say thank you properly,” he murmured against her ear, hands settling at her hips.

He’s naked underneath so he thrusted into her tight hôle with her ass on his laps. Ivory opened her mouth and a low gasped tore out.

She could feel his bonner deep inside herself, buried so deep that she couldn’t breath.

He stretched his palms forward and

it captured her pecky bweast. He pressed and pinched slowly his tongue going to the nape of her neck, he suck the flesh, giving her a pretty red h!ckey. She lost her senses immediately, craving more, more of his sweet tôuch, more of his cvck.

She moved, grinding her @ss against his bonner, hair spilling on her face in the process. the grinding went hotter, it went insane, she came on him. the wetness mixing with the tub water.

Duane wasn’t done, he changed their position, he made her sit in the tub and before she could process it. He entered again, deeper than the last. He pulled out and banged harder again. her hair spread into the water. her eyes met his, his are seductively closed as he did wonders to her underneath.

Ivory’s hair tangled in his hair, pullinh him closer, his mouth met her nîpples and he suck hungrily on them before banging hard under again.

“baby… Duane…oh yes”

bang.

“deeper baby”

another bang. deeper than the last. She vibrated.

warmth and heat built steadily between them, her cries filling the quiet room as he worshipped every inch of her with unhurried attention.

“Have… you ever done this with anyone else?” she asked breathlessly at one point, unable to stop the question from slipping out.

“No,” he said simply, honestly. “Never like this.”

Her heart stumbled, something warm and terrifying blooming in her chest at the admission, and she pulled him closer, unwilling to let the moment end.

He banged harder again.

“you..”

bang.

“are…”

bang.

“my first”

numerous bangs.

“Ivy, you’re to sweet…” Duane let out a low groan as her inside tightened against his rod.

The sound of skin slapping each other filled the whole room together with her cries.

He continued the banging till she had begged him to soft after caming several times. She was already so tired and her voice was shaken when she begged.

He buried himself deep inside her, not pulling away from her, sleeping like that in the tub, her on top of him, until the first light of morning finally broke through the curtains.