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So, I’m off. Doing as I’m told, because…when he calls me good girl? It’s everything.
xoxo
I walk out the lobby of the office building, and my pussy is already pulsing.
It was close to impossible to concentrate for the rest of the day. Not just because of the butt plug, but because of everything.
It feels like the crazy dreams I had when I was little and had Scarlet Fever. Wild and exciting and scary. Impossible to find the line between reality and delirium.
So many of the things I’ve written about for so long are coming true. It’s going so fast, it’s giving me whiplash.
Now, as I step out into the balmy late afternoon and glance around, my belly flip-flops as I spot Jack leaning against the back of his gleaming black stretch Bentley at the curb. The sounds of New York fade away I chew the inside of my lip and walk toward him.
The sensation of walking with the plug inside me feels like I have a naughty secret.
He stands with his hands in his pockets, surveying me. The sense of ownership he has as he looks at me makes me lightheaded, the gleam of pride and possession in his eyes makes me unsteady. When I stand next to him, his glorious full lips curve into a smile.
“How was the rest of your day, baby?”
I stifle the urge to sob and beg for his cock again. “It was…fine. The usual, nothing out of the ordinary.” I say on a dramatic shrug.
Totally lying.
He chuckles.
It’s no use. He knows exactly how to pull my strings.
“Get in, babygirl. Bounce that sweet ass all the way to the other side.”
I shift from one high-heeled pump to the other. “Bounce?”
He gives me a knowing look. “Is that a problem? My princess has some royal protocol about getting in the car I should know about?”
I lift my brows and realize he's enjoying this. He knows exactly why I don’t want to bounce across the seat. It’s not taken me long to figure out some of the do’s and don’t’s of life with a butt plug inside you.
Biting my lip, I take the challenge. I slide into the limo, stifling my moan when the plug thrusts upward with each movement of my backside across the leather seat.
When I’m settled, I notice that the partition is already up, blocking the driver’s view of us.
Jack slips in behind me, then pulls the car door shut and reaches to grab my nape as the car starts moving, his mouth closing over mine. A satiated moan leaves his lips to vibrate on mine.
He is as tormented and needy as I am. At least that’s what I hope.
I'm wild when he frees my mouth. With a moan of protest, I clutch the lapels of his suit jacket to pull him over me. Gripping my wrists, he pries my fists off his clothes and settles himself in the seat across from me, then leans forward and buckles the lap belt across my belly.
“Take your clothes off.”
I freeze. “Here?” I look out the windows at the city passing on all sides.
“You’ll never earn what you want unless you learn to trust me.” He grabs his crotch and I realize he's already hard and thick in his pants. “Say ‘yes, Daddy’ and get to work.”
“Yes, Daddy.” My trembling hands are already at the hem of my sweater and I pull it up and off. It’s not much of a struggle to strip my sweater, but when I reach for the waistband of my skirt with the seatbelt in place, I have to wiggle and shift and wiggle and shift to release the button and zipper on the back.
With each move, the plug makes its presence known and I look up to see the delight in Jack’s blue eyes.
“I like to see you struggle to give me what I want.”
I raise my eyebrows at him, lifting myself as much as the seatbelt will allow and strain to pull my skirt off. It feels like it takes forever and with every grunt and difficulty, the joy in Jack’s eyes grows.
“Glad you’re enjoying yourself,” I mock, finally getting the fabric out from under my rear end.
“It’s your job to be sure I do,” he answers as I tug my skirt down over my knees and kick it away on the toes of my heels and as I do, one flies off nearly hitting Jack in the forehead. “Careful.”
“Sorry?”
He shakes his head and shifts his hips, and his hands reach for his belt and I’m sure I’m in for a stinging introduction to his belt. I’m frozen watching as he snaps his tongue over his top teeth eyeing me.
“You’re not naked. Keep going.”
I reach behind my back, undoing the clasp of my black lace bra. As it falls off my breasts, I arch my back as Jack pulls his cock and balls free of the confines of his pants leaving his belt in place.
