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“How can I be there for you?” I ask when we reach his penthouse. “What would help you?”
He doesn’t say anything, but pulls me close to him. I had expected a hug, but instead I get a rough, dominating kiss. I return it, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth and his hands to slide up my thighs, under my dress.
I’ll give this to you, if this is what you need.
“Mine,” he groans, pressing me against the wall. There’s a neediness in his actions. Like he’s losing himself into me.
“Yours,” I whisper. “Use me however you need.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Alessandro
Six weeks later
Even though I’ve only been out of town for a week, I feel some anxiety lift when I spot Ava waiting for me at the airport. She’s dressed as I instructed, in a short skirt and this yellow crop top that I like.
Immediately, my mind wanders between her legs. I want to know if she’s followed my other instruction as well.
She sees me and comes striding over. “How was your flight?”
“Uneventful,” I say, glad to squeeze her again. “Come here.”
I pull her into a deep, shameless kiss, not caring about anyone else around us in the airport. In this moment, she’s the only thing that exists.
“You dressed exactly how I asked,” I whisper in her ear, breaking the kiss.
“Commanded, more than asked,” Ava whispers back. “And I’m wearingeverythingyou said.”
Blood rushes to my cock at the thought. I move my hand to her waist, guiding her in the direction of the exit.
“Okay, okay, someone’s in a hurry,” she giggles.
When we get to the car, I can barely contain myself. “Passenger seat,” I order, stuffing my suitcase in the trunk and slamming it shut. To my satisfaction, she obeys me immediately.
I climb into the driver’s seat. “Take those panties off and spread your legs for me.”
She looks slightly shocked. “Do you really—”
“If I have to say it again, I’m stuffing them in your mouth.”
Flushing, she does as I command. A growl rumbles in my throat as I lean over, peering at her wet, swollen pussy and the hint of a jeweled butt plug peeking from between her cheeks.
“I love how wet it makes your pussy, wearing that plug in public,” I breathe, transfixed.
“That and obeying you,” she admits. “Wow, I’m really wet.”
I put the car into gear. “Touch yourself while I drive us home.”
She opens her mouth to protest, then closes it. Without another word, she starts rubbing her pussy.
“Good girl,” I tell her, putting a hand on her thigh.
It’s as we’re driving through downtown Bover City that she starts to whimper.
“I’m close,” Ava gasps, clenching her legs. “Can I come? Please can I come?”
“No,” I tell her flatly.
