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“Sir, I—”
“Moans and groans are fine, but no more talking. Play with your clit until I tell you to stop, and Steph, don’t you dare climax. If you feel your orgasm coming on, stop.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, squirming in her seat.
Finally able to relax, he cruised down the motorway and turned on his favorite CD. The collection of slow, sexy, sultry saxophone tunes would put him in the right frame of mind for the club. As the mesmerizing melodies filled the SUV, his lips curled in a knowing smile. The inquisitive, gutsy girl would soon be quivering with need and pleading for her pleasure.
His cock stiffened.
He put his foot down.
The miles couldn’t fly by fast enough.
* * *
Marco’s strict commands had stoked the fire of Steph’s smoldering arousal. She’d purposely provoked him, and he’d seen right through her. The way he’d called her bluff had made her heart pump and sent moisture through her sex. There was no fooling Marco Moretti.
The sleep mask felt very different from her eyes being closed. With nothing to distract her, the constant hum of the car as it sped along the freeway sent her into an almost trancelike state.
Her finger rubbed urgently, and she couldn’t stop the disappointed whimpering every time she had to stop, but Marco hadn’t heard, or had chosen to disregard her soft murmurs of frustration. She was on the brink yet again when the vehicle’s consistent drone changed. The powerful SUV had slowed down, and a recognizable bumpity-bump told her they’d exited the motorway.
Her pulse ticked up.
She guessed the club was only a few minutes away.
Though she wanted to ask if she could take off the blindfold, he’d told her not to speak, and she didn’t dare disobey him.
The car slowed down, then rolled to a stop.
“Steph, move your hand,” he murmured as his arm brushed over her body. “I hope you’re nice and wet for me.”
She didn’t think her heart could beat any faster.
She was wrong.
As his fingers moved into her pussy, she gasped, groaned, then wriggled against his touch.
“Hmm, very nice,” he crooned, swirling his fingertip around her clit.
“Ooh, Sir,” she bleated, unable to stop herself. “Please, Sir…”
“How many times did you have to stop?” he asked softly, ignoring her plea and pushing his finger into her channel.
“About s-seven,” she stammered. “Maybe eight. I, uh, I’m not sure. Ooh, Sir…”
He’d begun thrusting his finger in and out, and his thumb continued tormenting her small, sensitive nub.
“I’m sure you’d love me to keep going, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she panted. “I’m so close.”
“You’ll be that way for a while,” he remarked casually, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t go anywhere. I’m coming around to take you out.”
She heard the sarcasm in his voice, and immediately wanted to retort,where would I go?Managing to hold her tongue, she listened to him step out of the SUV and slam his door shut.
She waited, barely breathing.
The door abruptly opened.
