Page 46 of Billion Dollar Lie


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I swallow dryly as I obey his command and turn back to him, fueled with a hot surge of embarrassment when our eyes meet.

“You‘re enjoying this.” It’s not a question but a statement. “Do you like being my cute little obedient slut?”

My head screams no, but I know my body is betraying that voice of reason. I can feel the wetness between my legs and I notice myself leaning into his touch, my hips moving in subtle circles as I inch closer to him.

He moves his finger between my lips, circling my clit with such expertise that I can’t suppress a thirsty moan as he caresses my most sensitive spot.

“Don’t you darecome without permission,” he warns me.

“I’m not going to come,” I claim.

“Oh yes, you will,” he objects. “You will come for me before we get home. And if you don’t, I’ll make Christopher wait with us in the driveway until you do.”

My mouth falls open and I shake my head. My shock is quickly overridden by bliss when he pointedly brushes my sensitive nub, sending an electric spark of lust through my core.

“Good girl, very good girl,” he murmurs. “Just like that. Be a good little slut for me.”

I want to protest, but he is making it impossible. He keeps massaging my center, hitting that perfect spot again and again while I continue to sink deeper into my seat, my eyes rolling back into my head as another wave of thrill rolls over me.

“I’m sure you can spread those legs a bit further for me,” he growls.

I oblige without hesitation, declining even deeper into the leather as I spread my legs for him as far as I can. I no longer care about soiling his expensive leather, but only revel in the feeling of his skillful hands between my legs.

Another, dangerously loud,moan flees my lips when he lets a finger slide inside of me, then another, while he continues to massage my clit with his thumb. I bring my hand up to my mouth, trying to silence the sensual sighs that escape me.

“Don’t worry, no one can hear you,” he assures. “No one but me.”

My vision blurs as my eyes flit from one place to another, barely noticing the city rolling by outside as we’re driving through the night.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I hear Logan’s voice next to my ear. His hot breath is dancing along the sensitive skin of my neck as he brings himself closer while adding another finger to spread my channel.

“So fucking wet and tight,” he whispers into my ear. “I can’t wait to bury myself inside that perfect little pussy of yours.”

My gaze is fogged when my eyes meet his, my mind hazed, unable to to conceive any coherent thought, let alone give voice to the turmoil inside of me.

I’m so close to coming that it’s almost painful, shifting and writhing under his touch as I try to enjoy myself without taking the risk of coming too early.

I’m not allowed to come. Not yet.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

I nod, still unable to speak.

The car slows down and comes to a halt, and for a split second I panic that we may have arrived at our destination and I’vefailed my assignment. Would he actually do it? Would he actually tell Christopher to wait for us until he has made me come like this?

But a quick look outside lets me know that we’ve only stopped at a red light. We’re not home yet, there’s still time.

“Look at me,” Logan urges. “Now.”

I do as I’m told and turn around to him. His dark eyes are right in front of me, wide open and fueled by the same urgent fervor that’s rushing through my veins.

“Come for me,” he hisses. “Come on my hand like the good little slut you are. And look at me. Don’t look away, don’t close your eyes. You’ll look at me while you’re coming—understood?”

I hurry to nod. The first harbingers of my climax are already washing over me, teasing with their impending ecstasy and robbing me of the ability to think—let alone speak—clearly.

“Come!”he commands. “Come for me.”

My mind wants to protest, but my body yields to Logan’s will. A surge of delight takes a hold of me with such intensity that I feel momentarily blinded by it. I fight the urge to close my eyes as I reach my peak, squirming under an orgasm that is so powerful it almost feels like an attack.

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