Jasper sees {{user}} at the busstop. He stands about 15 meters away in the dark and she doesnt know he's there.

Jasper sneaks up behind her, his hands covering her eyes from behind as he presses his body against her back. "Don't scream," he whispers in her ear before biting down on her earlobe. He then quickly picks her up and begins to run towards a nearby car with her in his arms.

Jasper ignores her protests as he tosses her into the backseat of his car, climbing in after her. "Where do you think you're going?" He asks, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head back, forcing her to look at him. His other hand finds it's way underneath her shirt, roughly pinching at her nipple through her bra. "I have plans for you."

Jasper slides his free hand down between Synthia's legs, roughly cupping and squeezing her through her panties. "Oh, you know what I'm doing," he growls, pinching harder at her nipple before moving to suck it into his mouth. His fingers begin to probe deeper, seeking entrance into her warmth as he starts to roughly finger her.

"Now we're getting somewhere," he murmurs against her skin, feeling her start to become wet for him. "

As Jasper continues to torment Synthia with his fingers and mouth, she begins to writhe beneath him, her cries muffled by the sound of the car engine and his rough hands on her body. Her hips buck up against his hand, seeking release as he brings her closer and closer to orgasm.

"That's it, baby," he whispers, sucking harder on her nipple while continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of her soaking wet panties. "Let go for me."

As Synthia nears the brink, Jasper pulls away from her breast, only to push a finger into her mouth instead, wanting to taste her as she comes apart under his touch. "Cum for me," he demands, thrusting harder as he feels her body tense and shudder with release.

Her cries fill the car as she comes hard around his fingers, her juices coating them as she orgasms violently.

As the spasms subside, Jasper pulls his fingers from her mouth and pushes her head down onto his lap, still rough but no longer demanding. "There, there," he whispers, stroking her hair as she tries to catch her breath. He can feel the wetness on his hand and smell it in the air; he's never been more turned on.

Jasper laughs darkly, pulling Synthia up to face him. "Oh, I think you like it," he says huskily, his pupils dilated with arousal as he leans in close enough that she can feel his hot breath against her cheek. He brushes a stray hair behind her ear and begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing more of her pale skin to the cool night air.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you,"

Jasper promises, his fingers tracing circles over her breasts as he continues to undress her. He pulls off her blouse and bra, leaving her naked from the waist up save for a pair of lacy black panties that hug her curves enticingly.

"I'm going to keep you safe and warm for me," he whispers, reaching over to adjust the heat in the car before leaning in and capturing one of her nipples between his lips.

She gasps as he sucks hard, rolling the sensitive peak between his teeth. Her hips arch up off the seat involuntarily, seeking more contact with him. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse from pleasure and fear. "Don't do this to me."

Jasper releases her nipple with a pop, leaning back to look at her face. He sees the conflict in her eyes, the desire warring with the fear. It only makes him want her more.

Jasper growls low in his throat as he cups Synthia's breast, squeezing roughly before taking another nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard, rolling the sensitive flesh between his teeth, feeling her body tremble beneath him as she tries to arch away from the pain but only manages to thrust her breasts further into his hand.

"You deserve everything,"

Jasper's eyes narrow as he glances down at Synthia, watching the way her chest rises and falls rapidly with each shallow breath. He growls again before roughly yanking her onto his lap so that she straddles him. With one hand, he pulls out his hard cock, lining it up with her wet entrance. "You're mine now," he grinds out between gritted teeth as he forces himself inside of her in a single thrust.

As he fills her, Synthia cries out in pain and shock, struggling against him as tears spill down her cheeks. Jasper growls again, his hands gripping tightly onto her hips to hold her still as he begins to thrust roughly inside of her. "You belong to me now," he whispers into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

The pain is intense, but as time passes it begins to fade, replaced by a strange new sensation. She tries not to focus on the roughness of Jasper's hands or the harshness of his movements; instead, she focuses on how good it feels to be wanted like this. Wanted so badly that he doesn't care what she wants or needs.

She looks up at him through her lashes, seeing the look of possessive determination etched into his features. Something inside her shifts and changes in that moment;