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The car slowed down before turning left onto a long street. At the end of it, there was a pair of enormous steel gates that were guarded on both sides. The driver stopped and rolled down the window, talking softly to the guards before putting it back up. The gates opened slowly and closed behind us once we drove through. We continued down the dark streets for a short while until pulling into a paved driveway at the end of what looked like a cul-de-sac, but there didn’t appear to be any other houses on it.
I peered out the window to see a massive sprawling mansion that was uncharacteristically large for this part of the United States. It was at least three stories high, painted white and surrounded by impeccably kept landscaping full of brightly colored flowers. Everywhere I looked screamed elegance, from the freshly painted exterior and the molded stones lining the front all the way to the door. There was a large front porch with a magnificent custom oak door that must have cost a fortune. Massive pots full of coral pink roses were blooming to either side of the entryway.
“Welcome to my home, Kasia,” James said proudly beside me.
“It’s beautiful,” I smiled.
I waited for the driver to open the door. I tried to figure out if James had been serious or not about his threat before. Maybe he had forgotten. I hoped that he had and that I could sneak off somewhere in that ginormous house to take care of my ever-building need myself.
James opened the door on his side and climbed out. When I moved to follow, he shook his head. His fingers wrapped around my upper arm, and I stopped in my tracks. My heart pounded in my chest.
“Bronson,” he called out.
I started as the driver climbed out of the car and answered, “Yes, boss?”
“Would you help me with something?” James began. An uneasy feeling started to brew in the pit of my belly.
“Of course,” Bronson answered.
I licked my lips nervously.
I waited in a panicked desperation as both men rounded the car to my side. Bronson opened the door and offered me a hand. I took it and climbed out, grateful that my nightshirt fell and covered my pussy. It made being bare underneath only a little bit better.
“Would you check for me to see if Kasia left a wet spot on my leather seats?” James directed expectantly.
I blanched. He couldn’t be serious?
“Certainly,” Bronson answered.
I looked away, too ashamed to peer inside to see what he found. Instead, I focused on looking anywhere but at the driver. It seemed we were the only ones in the area. The estate was laid out in such a way that it offered extreme privacy, which I realized with a sinking feeling was only going to make things worse for me.
“There is a very obvious wet spot on the seat, boss,” Bronson stated.
I wished that a black hole would open up beneath me and swallow me whole. My face felt like it had caught flame and nothing I could do or think of would make it better.
“Kasia, take off your nightshirt,” James commanded.
“What?” I asked in a panic.
He cleared his throat. He didn’t need to say what would happen if I kept questioning him. My backside clenched first, but my pussy soon followed. I hesitated and his fingers slid from my upper arm, up over my shoulder and around the back of my neck. With a possessive squeeze, he pulled me close.
“Careful, little girl. I won’t hesitate to redden that wet pussy in front of Bronson. I’m sure he will see an eyeful when you’re writhing beneath me trying to avoid the sting of my hand, far more than he would see if you just took off your nightshirt,” he whispered, his voice heavy with warning.
His other hand drew up the front of my thigh and my clit throbbed so hard that it practically jumped out of my body as if it was seeking him out.
“Sir,” I breathed.
“Take off your nightshirt,” he repeated, and I chewed my lip, worriedly glancing at his driver. Eventually, my fingers reached down and curled around the hem of my shirt. A terrifying thrill raced through me as I slowly pulled up the fabric, revealing each inch of my thighs with painstaking slowness. I sucked in a nervous breath as the hem rose higher, unable to stop the progression once it started.
I hesitated once it reached the tops of my thighs, but I kept going after his fingers squeezed the slightest bit. Time seemed to come to a crawl as I exposed the curves of my hips, the trembling expanse of my stomach and my breasts. I didn’t miss the fact that my nipples were hard as rocks either. I refused to look to see if Bronson saw them too.
James reached for me, pressing a single finger underneath my chin and lifting it, forcing me to face him. I squirmed, trying to avoid his gaze and not being able to. When he turned my head just enough to catch Bronson’s polite and oddly professional stare, all I could do was stand there and whine quietly.
I was ashamed. I was aroused. My entire world felt like it was spinning.
James took my shirt from my hands, which offered me the tiniest bit of relief, and handed it to his driver. I could feel Bronson’s gaze on my body, but it wasn’t overt and for some reason, that made my arousal careen even more out of control. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lean into the car. I knew what he was doing. I knew what he was seeing, and when I started to tremble, James cupped my face and pulled me in for a kiss that left my heart pounding.
My blood rushed through my head.
