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“Uncomfortable?” Logan asks, after Christopher closes the door shut.
“No,” I lie. “I was just... it’s a bit awkward.”
“Are you wet for me?”he asks, catching me off guard.
Heat travels from my core to my cheeks, reddening them even more than the beer already has.
“If you’re not going to tell me, I’ll have to check myself,” he goes on, placing a hand on my thigh as he leans over. “Spread your legs for me.”
“But I—”
“Now!”he barks, and I jerk up in surprise.
The car starts moving and I stare up to the front, wondering how much of this Christopher can hear. There’s a blacked-out panel between us and the driver’s seat up front, but is it soundproof?
I feel a pinch on the inside of my upper thigh and redirect my focus back to Logan, who regards me with a dirty smile.
“Spread your legs,” he repeats. “Or I’ll make you.”
His threat is enough for me to oblige. I move my knees apart, tentatively, seemingly moving in slow motion, even though my heart is beating through the roof.
“Good girl,” he commends, gently stroking along my thigh.
The praise comes with the same surge of warmth as the one before, and I begin to realize that that’s what this is all about. I want to hear those words again. I want to please him. I don’t know why or where this desire is coming from, but I know it’s there, screaming to be fulfilled.
He squeezes my leg, adding an appreciative hum as he slowly moves up until he disappears beneath the fabric of my trench coat and then my dress.
“Are you wet for me?”he repeats his earlier question.
I lower my eyes in shame, unable to answer. I don’t understand it, but the words escape me. I want to give him a reply, but I can’t.
“Fine, I’ll just check for myself,” he says, and I almost cry out in surprise when he shoves his hand between my legs in one sudden motion.
I close my legs, following my instincts as shockovercomesme, and thus trapping his hand as it cups my core.
“Legs apart!”he reminds me.
He’s not moving his hand, but remains immobile, trusting that I will follow his command without the need for physical encouragement.
My legs part as slowly as they did before, while his hand stays in place.
“Relax,” he tells me. “Don’t be afraid.”
“Shouldn’t I be?” I ask, finally daring to look at him.
He smirks at me.
“No, not of this,” he argues. “Maybe of what will come later.”
“What do you mean?”
He shakes his head. “One step at a time, young girl.”
I suck in a sharp breath of air when he parts my lips with his fingers, letting one slide between my undoubtedly wet folds while he spreads me apart with two others.
The smile on his face turns into a winning grin, and I have to look away, as shame cloaks me.
“Look at me,” he demands. “Don’t hide from me.”
