“It’s closed. No one can see. Spread your legs.”
My dress is too tight, so I lift my ass and pull the silk fabric higher until I have enough room to follow his order. Darian hums and slaps his big palm down on my thigh, reddening my skin.
I ease back against the seat, feeling the cool air on my core as his hand kneads my skin, soothing the burn from his smack.
“I love my mark on you, Mrs. Delacroix.” He dips his fingers beneath my panties with practiced ease and slides them aside to reveal my pussy then hums as he slaps his big hand down on my thigh again, squeezing my muscle to the point of pain. “Fuck yourself, wife. Get yourself off.”
I gasp as I squirm beneath his possessive, lascivious gaze.
Something about how he looks at me with such total devotion and admiration makes me want to please him. Instead, I say, “We’re almost there.”
What if he asks to see my breasts? What then? I can’t let him discover the USB.
“We won’t exit the car until you’re done. Either way, we’re not leaving until I’ve watched you come on your delicate fingers.”
“Why are you doing this?” I ask as he reaches out to grab me by the side of my neck in a possessive hold.
Staring at my pussy and licking his lips, he watches me circle my clit. “I like to practice self-control in all areas of my life, Mrs. Delacroix. You’re proving to be my biggest weakness.” His flexing fingers on my neck betray his urge to touch me, which emboldens me to slide my middle finger inside me.
My toes curl with pleasure, and my thighs quiver while Darian runs his thumb over my pulse point and whispers, “So beautiful.”
I notice the growing bulge behind his zipper, and my insides clench in response, but when I reach out to touch him, he grabs my hand and shoves it away.
His rejection stings, but I don’t have time to give it further thought because my walls flutter around my finger, and I bite down hard on my lip and let out a moan, lipstick be damned.
Darian settles back against the door and squeezes his thick bulge but makes no move to free himself. If anything, he looks mildly disinterested in my disheveled state, though the heat in his gaze betrays him.
Rolling my head on the headrest, I study him while rubbing my throbbing clit. My muscles tremble. I feel so empty, and it’s all his fault. If only he would let go of his control and fuck me hard until we’re both satiated and breathing harshly, in a tangle of limbs and sweat.
“Don’t you want to touch me?” I ask, panting. “Don’t you want to forget about the fundraiser and take me somewhere?”
“Do you know what the fundraiser is?” he asks as he tips his head sideways, watching me curiously.
I plunge two fingers inside me and imagine they’re his. “A boring event with boring people raising money for shady, boring business deals.”
“It’s a battleground,” he states as I squirm with need, the insides of my thighs sticky with arousal.
“If you say so.” I’m barely able to comprehend his nonsensical talk while my pussy grips my fingers so tight I’m seeing stars. He could discuss the apocalypse in great detail and I’d think he’s discussing yesterday’s weather.
Overcast with occasional showers.
“Fuck,” I moan as I curl my fingers, hitting that spot Darian likes to rub.
Darian crawls forward like a prowling lion, manoeuvres me around so that I’m leaning against the door opposite, and spreads my legs wide. When he stares at my pussy with unabashed hunger, a blush creeps up my neck.
“The fundraisers are a show of power.”
I’m panting hard, transfixed by the outline of his cock inside his pressed pants. Why won’t he stop talking and pull it out instead?
“Only the strongest come out on top.” Taking hold of my wrist, he pulls my fingers out of my pussy before guiding them to my mouth and ordering me to suck them clean. “Do you know what happens to the weak?”
My tongue swirls around my slick digits, and I shake my head, listening with half an ear. Maybe I should bite back with a snarky response, but it’s in my best interest for once to act pliant and keep him distracted. There’s a time and place to show my fire. Not now when I have the USB on me.
Why did I even bring it?
In a swift move, he grabs my ankle and yanks me down on the seat until I’m flat on my back.
He keeps his weight off me as he stares down at my flushed face. “They disappear.”
