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“Now listen to me. You are not allowed to swallow until we get back in the car, understood? Maybe that’ll save you from saying stupid things in front of others.”
Panicked, I blink up at him, shaking my head like a crazy woman.
“Keep it in your mouth until we get in the car and your lesson is over. Swallow a second before your ass touches the passenger seat and all you’ll be eating for days is my cum.” He pauses, giving me time to acknowledge his words. “Are we clear, Kayla?”
Pressure builds at the backs of my eyes, but I silently order myself to hold back every single tear. This is not how he breaks me. Not here, not because I can’t take it.
He helps me up, and before we go down, he slides a hand beneath my dress.
“So. Fucking. Wet.”
I squeeze my eyes shut.
“You’re my perfect slut, baby. I could not have asked for a better wife.”
I keep silent when Suzanna comes and finally lets me out of this stupid dress. I keep silent when she rings everything up and when Nate pays a total of one hundred and seventeen thousand dollars.
I keep silent all the way until we’re back in the car because I don’t have a fucking choice.
And when he asks me to show him his cum again when we sit down, I obey.
When he orders me to swallow, I gag around the thickness and force myself to.
And when he pushes his hand inside my jeans to check if I’m still wet, I force myself not to beg for an orgasm.
26
NATHAN
Obsessed - Royal Deluxe
The dress is beautiful. Suzanna had the huge flower taken off and now it’s a simple white silk dress, perfectly fitted to Kayla’s body, with a black silk belt around her waist.
She’s standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom, dabbing foundation on her face. I told her to hide her hands, neck, and face tattoos, or people will be wondering what she’s doing at Lakeview Restaurant, and as much as I don’t care what people think, I don’t need any attention on us.
Jerome Wynne needs to sign a nice import deal with me, and we’ll be good for the night.
I walk to Kayla, standing behind her as I observe her in the mirror. Ignoring me, she puts more foundation on her face, dabbing and repeating the process again. I had someone come do her nails, and they’re painted a beautiful blood red. The same color as the lipstick she’s now grabbing.
I let her finish. I let her ignore me, until she has nothing else to do but to stand there and acknowledge me.
“I have something for you,” I tell her. I know she doesn’t like the way I talk. Emotionless, plain, but by now she must know that it’s better than when I’m angry or taunting her.
She cocks an eyebrow at me. It’s strange to see her like this. Dressed to perfection, her long black hair curled, her tattoos hidden. She’s beautiful, of course, but it doesn’t feel like her.
I show her the gold choker I’m holding. It’s a simple, sturdy gold band with a diamond hanging from the front.
“Pull up your hair.” She’s annoyed, but she does it anyway.
She’s been silent since I told her to swallow in the car. I think I can understand. She said she was furious, so I guess it comes with the silent treatment.
I settle the choker in place, close it, and let go. She releases her hair, and it flows down her back.
“A million-dollar collar,” she deadpans. “Wonderful.”
She drags a laugh out of me, but she doesn’t reciprocate.
“It’s just a necklace and it looks beautiful on you. I’m not the kind of man who puts a collar around your neck. I don’t need anything to show people who owns you.”
