It was strange to seer the alcohol make her somewhat compliant. They were on their way soon, her home address submitted to the benefit of their driver. Culler liked this moment, and was very much focused on her when she drank from the bottle. Her gulps were respectable, too. He could taste the lingering coat of the vodka when he kissed her, and she let him have another flavor when his hand petted her sensitive folds, her sound shaking his mouth. It was getting the better of him in here, and it'd show through his pants.<br/><br/>Her willingness to play along, and perhaps even enjoy herself, seemed to fade at the thought of even more public activity. Her head tensed up with the grip he had in her hair and her hands, though defensive, felt tantalizing against his thighs. He was sure she had no intention of causing that arousal. He looked down at her darkly while having another swig of the strong drink. He was clearly displeased with her answer, but there was also the matter of a witness.<br/><br/>Still, his impulse to get what he wanted was quicker than his forethought, and he applied more pressure to her, forcing her face closer to the denim she was trying to avoid. If there was something that was true between them, it was that Culler was physically stronger, and he'd easily have her mouth at the fliers, whether she used all her strength to try and stop it. Talia was mistaking their relationship for any kind of mutual arrangement.<br/><br/>He shivered when her breath would be warming his cock through the fabric, and moved her head back and forth, grinding her down. She could perhaps escape by some kind of trick, or maybe try and call out to the man by the wheel, but her window to voice her protests was small, if she waited too long, she'd only be humming against his jeans. Culler, who was already an intimidating, dark presence, would stare into the rearview mirror to subdue any thought of interference the driver had. He wasn't here to be a hero, he was only working, and Culler was sure he'd seen his share of questionable behavior. If Talia thought she'd been physically abused, she'd not seen what Culler had done to men who came in his way, from whom he wanted nothing.<br/><br/>He would be rather stiff under her mouth, even if the fabric shielded her somewhat from the heat of his bulging flesh. He'd trained her today, and she'd come a long way, but he didn't mind forcing her, if that's what she wanted. "It's either you take it out and get me off, babe, or we call you sister right now. Maybe she'd wanna see who you're hanging out with?" His fingers massaged the back of her scalp as the blood kept rushing to swell his cock under her forced lips.