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“Are you in danger?” I asked as he sat up, dragging me with him.
His mouth went to my throat, skimming his lips up and down the length of my neck where my pulse went crazy. “Been in danger since I was a kid. Don’t plan on changing things, so that’ll probably always be a yes.”
I wasn’t sure that I liked that.
But then there was the other part of me that knew that I couldn’t walk away.
More than I should have this week, I’d thought about him.
I’d edit a video and wonder what he would think of it.
I’d slip on a pair of panties and wonder if he’d think they were provocative.
I’d slide my contacts in and smile because I knew it’d annoy him to see my eye color covered.
Then, in the middle of the night when nobody would hear, I’d use my vibrator and think about him. I’d pretend my hands were his, and that they were running up along the length of hips, over my breasts.
“What are you thinking about?” he rasped, turning me around so that I was facing away from him.
I swallowed hard, wondering what I should say.
But then I couldn’t get anything out because he roughly shoved me forward so that I was bent over his console. My shoulders were pressed down, and all of a sudden, I was face to face with his seat belt connector.
I gasped and started to rise, but he placed his large palm down over my shoulders and told me without words that he wanted me to stay exactly where I was.
Seconds later, my shorty shorts were all the way down, along with my underwear, and I was squawking in surprise.
Before I could stand up, he once again had his palm on my shoulders.
“Don’t move.”
I gasped, pissed, and not even a little turned on.
I was a lot turned on.
But again, I had to make it seem like I wasn’t.
Because that was just me.
I struggled, and before I could so much as blink, he was leaning forward and reaching for something over my shoulder.
“What are you…”
The belt buckle from the driver’s side seat went over my back and then plugged into the passenger side’s buckle.
I froze.
He did not…
He did the same thing with the other side.
Then, for good measure, pulled the belts all the way out until both seatbelts locked, tightening the straps until the only thing I could do was breathe.
I reached for the belt buckles with my hands, but he caught those, twisting them up behind my back.
He leaned forward again, getting something out of a small compartment in front of my face, and then I heard the clink-clink of metal on metal.
And then that metal was pressing against my skin as he handcuffed my hands behind my back.
“You’re fucking joking!” I cried, wiggling in place.
But I was very sufficiently trussed up and had nowhere to go.
That’s when I felt his hot breath on my ass as he leaned forward and bit the flesh.
“I’m not the typical kind of man you’d normally play with, Six.” He ran his tongue up the length of my crack, not quite getting to the good stuff, but definitely not shying away, either. “Now spread your legs a bit wider.”
I did, my knees knocking against the middle console as I moved, and he repositioned himself in the middle seat, his hands smoothing up the backs of my thighs.
His knees went up and kicked my legs out even wider, and I moaned.
Of course, that’s when I tried to move, being reminded once again that I was well and truly in place.
“I’ve wanted to touch you. To taste you. To fuck you. All these things I want to do to you…” he growled.
I heard the leather seat under his ass groan, and then he was pushing the lips of my sex apart.
Seconds later, a hot tongue slid along my overheated flesh.
I felt my face flame up like it’d never flamed before.
To give perspective, I wasn’t easily embarrassed. I mean, I was a rich goth girl. People made fun of me. The rich fucks that I’d gone to school with had done their level best to make my life a living hell, and sometimes what came with that was humiliation.
I was used to heated cheeks—and a lot of that was due to my fair skin tone.
But this?
Holy shit, my cheeks were so hot that I could practically hear my sweat sizzling.
“Relax,” he ordered, going for another swipe.
There was no relaxing with him doing this.
Not only was this my first sexual experience, but this was my first cunnilingus experience, too.
So I was an old virgin. I wasn’t the oldest virgin in the world. But Jesus, a girl had standards. And when she had someone like my father as an example of ‘good’ a girl didn’t see the point.
The only tongue that had ever been close to my vagina had been a dog that’d gotten too familiar with me when I was in high school and running at a trail. The dog had gotten loose, and he’d immediately shoved his nose up my ass.
