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"What if someone notices it?" I pulled the fabric up a little, showing him the black strap. It was a diversion for me from the ring between my legs, and also, I didn’t want him to find out about my desperation for release.

"Then they’ll know you’re a naughty girl." Mr Thorn’s devilish smile sent shivers down my spine. "Are you sure you’re okay with this?"

I was so lost in thought about being discovered as a slutty submissive that I didn’t notice my boss’s wandering fingers. Only when he touched the strap between my legs did I gasp, staring at him with wide eyes. I glanced in the direction of the driver, but the man didn’t care about us.

"Why wouldn’t I be?" I gave Mr Thorn an innocent look, which changed the moment he brushed his finger against my wet folds.

"You’re avoiding answering," he pointed out, continuing his torture of my throbbing sex. "You’re just giving me more and more reasons to punish you, princess."

My aching only intensified as he retracted his hand from between my legs. He raised his index finger, moistened in my juices, to my mouth, and I obediently opened it.

"That’s it, princess," he whispered huskily, watching me clean it. "Taste yourself."

I couldn’t stop the soft moan which escaped my mouth, and I pressed my thighs together. The need for him to fill me was unbearable. And when he added his soft lips kissing my neck to the mix, I almost lost my sanity.

"Too bad that you lied to me, princess," he muttered against my skin. "You could have screamed with pleasure right now."

His comment was like a bucket of ice. How cruel could he be? I pulled away from him, giving him a hard glare, yet he only chuckled, not in the slightest fazed by my angry look.

"I didn’t lie," I said through gritted teeth, crossing my arms over my chest. The pulsating between my legs lessened a little, but I wasn’t sure how, with that insane silver thing arousing me, I would survive the dinner.

"If you didn't lie, having a long romantic evening with me before we move on to negotiations won't be a problem," he stated sweetly, with that fake grin I despised, and I bit my lip. His victorious expression was enough for me to understand that he knew very well how I was feeling.

"Can we skip dinner?" I asked hopefully, batting my eyelashes. He smirked, leaning into his seat, and closed his eyes, shaking his head.

"You’re unbelievable," he mumbled, and a huge smile spread across my face. I was ecstatic he wasn’t angry or something. With him, I could never know.

"We both need nutrition before the next part of our evening." He winked at me after a few torturous moments, and I sighed.

"But," he continued, and my ears perked up. "If you behave, I’ll let you decide the position and the tool for your punishment."

The memory of a riding crop meeting my clit flooded my mind, and my heart rate increased. He certainly knew how to motivate me.

23

Making aDemand

Electra

HavingadinnerwithMr Sebastian Thorn in the best-regarded restaurant in Seattle wouldn’t go unnoticed. The eyes of everyone in the room were on us, and I felt extremely awkward with the harness very tightly pressed against my body. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but I always checked my thighs to make sure it wasn’t visible. I just couldn’t wait until we left.

My irritation with the situation started to grow when we finally finished our meals and drank our wine, and some men approached our table with the intention of talking business with Mr Thorn. My temper rose with each passing second during their conversation, and if my boss didn’t excuse himself, I was sure I would have left him there. I was well aware of who the man I was with was, yet having to share him with anyone around wasn’t very pleasant.

"Everything okay, princess?" Mr Thorn asked when the waitress left with his credit card, and we were waiting for her to come back.

"I want to leave," I whispered, staring at my hands on the table. To my surprise, he stretched his arm and softly touched my fingers with his.

"You can wait for me in the car," he suggested in a gentle voice, probably seeing my discomfort.

"How long will it take for you to join me? All those people want to talk to you." I glanced around the full restaurant, trying to hide my annoyance.

"Electra." His stern voice returned my behaviour back to normal in a second. I wasn’t quite sure how he was able to do it, but he only needed to say my name differently, and all my resistance disappeared. "I’m not interested in prolonging this. Don’t make me." It was a clear warning in his voice, and I nodded, quickly muttering, "Yes, sir."

Before any of us could say something, the waitress showed up, giving Mr Thorn a wide sexy smile, but he didn’t even spare her a glance. He looked at his phone and abruptly stood up, startling both of us. I followed his example, feeling responsible for his sudden change of mood.

We were comfortably seated in the back seat of the car when I finally dared to speak.

"Are you angry at me?" I asked, watching him furiously typing on his phone. His fingers stopped their movements on the keyboard, and he frowned.

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