baby. I want it inside you. I want you imagining it’s me. Holding you, fucking you, burying myself deep in you.”
Oh my god
. I fumble, turned on, frantic, weak with longing. I switch to my right hand, and stroke my clit with my left. The oil is amazing, and…“I’m close,” I say. “God, Damien, I’m so close.”
“I know, baby. Come the rest of the way for me. Let me hear it.”
“I—” But I can’t talk anymore. I’ve done as he asked with the vibrator, and it fills me, the dual sensation of the vibration and my finger stroking my clit coupled with my fantasy of Damien, and his voice on the phone telling me to “Come for me, baby, come for me,” is too overwhelming. I let my head fall back, and grind my hips, lost to everything now but the need for release that is close, so close, so very close, and then—
I explode, and as I do, I cry out Damien’s name.
“That’s it, baby,” he says. “That’s it. Keep touching yourself. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, baby, you can come again.”
I’ve turned off the vibrator and tossed it onto the seat, but I do as he says and stroke myself. I’m so desperately wet. Wet and wide open and wishing that Damien were right here.
I still have the mask on, but I can hear the mechanical sound of the privacy screen starting to descend.
What the fuck?
“Damien!”
“I hear it, too. It’s just the privacy screen. Don’t stop. Don’t put your legs together. Stay like that, baby. Open and wide.”
“Are you crazy?
Edward
.”
“I believe we agreed that you needed to be punished.”
“No.”
I pull my legs tight together and rip off the mask even as I slide sideways, out of the line of sight of the driver.
And when I do, I realize that it isn’t Edward behind the wheel, it’s Damien.
He turns to glance, and I take deep, gasping breaths as I try to reconcile fear and relief and anger.
“Bastard,” I finally say, though that hardly covers it.
“Slide back to the middle.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Suit yourself.” He starts to raise the privacy screen.
“Fine.” I’m pissed, but I’m not stupid. And, yeah, I’m still turned on.
As he drops the screen, I slide back to center.
“Spread your legs,” he says, and as I do, he adjusts his mirror. “Now, that really is a beautiful view.” There is awe in his voice, and it makes me feel beautiful. Despite being exposed, despite the scars on my thighs. Damien makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and that is just one of the things that makes me love him.
“Wider,” he says. I comply, and I hear Damien’s sharp intake of breath. He may be playing with me, but there’s no denying that he’s turned on, too.
“Are you excited, Ms. Fairchild?”
“Yes,” I admit. “Except for that one moment of terror, yes.”
“You should know me better. And you should listen better.”
“Listen?” And then it hits me. “The bag. How would you know about the goodie bag if you weren’t in the car?”
“Exactly. I gave you that clue. It’s not my fault if you were too distracted to pay attention.”
I manage a smirk. “Actually, I think it was your fault.”
He chuckles again. “Maybe so.”
I start to bring my legs together.
“Oh, no, Ms. Fairchild. That’s how you sit for the rest of the ride. It’s your punishment—and my reward,” he adds, tapping the rearview mirror.
“In that case,” I say, and strip off my sweater, shirt, and bra.
“Jesus, Nikki,” Damien says, as I sit naked on the backseat, feeling suddenly very smug.
“I thought you needed to be well rewarded. After all, you earned it. I mean, you’ve been sitting in an empty limo all afternoon while I was inside drinking and watching hot guys.”
“Best not to remind me of your infractions,” he warns. “And the truth is, I wasn’t just sitting in the limo.”
“Oh?” I lick the tip of my finger and slowly circle my nipple. I’m pretty sure I hear a low growl come from the driver’s
Oh my god
. I fumble, turned on, frantic, weak with longing. I switch to my right hand, and stroke my clit with my left. The oil is amazing, and…“I’m close,” I say. “God, Damien, I’m so close.”
“I know, baby. Come the rest of the way for me. Let me hear it.”
“I—” But I can’t talk anymore. I’ve done as he asked with the vibrator, and it fills me, the dual sensation of the vibration and my finger stroking my clit coupled with my fantasy of Damien, and his voice on the phone telling me to “Come for me, baby, come for me,” is too overwhelming. I let my head fall back, and grind my hips, lost to everything now but the need for release that is close, so close, so very close, and then—
I explode, and as I do, I cry out Damien’s name.
“That’s it, baby,” he says. “That’s it. Keep touching yourself. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, baby, you can come again.”
I’ve turned off the vibrator and tossed it onto the seat, but I do as he says and stroke myself. I’m so desperately wet. Wet and wide open and wishing that Damien were right here.
I still have the mask on, but I can hear the mechanical sound of the privacy screen starting to descend.
What the fuck?
“Damien!”
“I hear it, too. It’s just the privacy screen. Don’t stop. Don’t put your legs together. Stay like that, baby. Open and wide.”
“Are you crazy?
Edward
.”
“I believe we agreed that you needed to be punished.”
“No.”
I pull my legs tight together and rip off the mask even as I slide sideways, out of the line of sight of the driver.
And when I do, I realize that it isn’t Edward behind the wheel, it’s Damien.
He turns to glance, and I take deep, gasping breaths as I try to reconcile fear and relief and anger.
“Bastard,” I finally say, though that hardly covers it.
“Slide back to the middle.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Suit yourself.” He starts to raise the privacy screen.
“Fine.” I’m pissed, but I’m not stupid. And, yeah, I’m still turned on.
As he drops the screen, I slide back to center.
“Spread your legs,” he says, and as I do, he adjusts his mirror. “Now, that really is a beautiful view.” There is awe in his voice, and it makes me feel beautiful. Despite being exposed, despite the scars on my thighs. Damien makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and that is just one of the things that makes me love him.
“Wider,” he says. I comply, and I hear Damien’s sharp intake of breath. He may be playing with me, but there’s no denying that he’s turned on, too.
“Are you excited, Ms. Fairchild?”
“Yes,” I admit. “Except for that one moment of terror, yes.”
“You should know me better. And you should listen better.”
“Listen?” And then it hits me. “The bag. How would you know about the goodie bag if you weren’t in the car?”
“Exactly. I gave you that clue. It’s not my fault if you were too distracted to pay attention.”
I manage a smirk. “Actually, I think it was your fault.”
He chuckles again. “Maybe so.”
I start to bring my legs together.
“Oh, no, Ms. Fairchild. That’s how you sit for the rest of the ride. It’s your punishment—and my reward,” he adds, tapping the rearview mirror.
“In that case,” I say, and strip off my sweater, shirt, and bra.
“Jesus, Nikki,” Damien says, as I sit naked on the backseat, feeling suddenly very smug.
“I thought you needed to be well rewarded. After all, you earned it. I mean, you’ve been sitting in an empty limo all afternoon while I was inside drinking and watching hot guys.”
“Best not to remind me of your infractions,” he warns. “And the truth is, I wasn’t just sitting in the limo.”
“Oh?” I lick the tip of my finger and slowly circle my nipple. I’m pretty sure I hear a low growl come from the driver’s
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