Page 13 of Dirty Arrangement

My whole being tightens in a split second. My pussy convulses on the sphere.

“You look nice,” he whispers.

“So do you.”

He offers a hand; I take it without a second thought. His thumb caresses my sensitive wrist, sending ripples down my spine. “Let's get going,” he says, helping me into the car. I let him guide me, and when I stumble on a patch of loose gravel, he cradles my elbow. The motion buries the ball deeper in my cunt and I cry out in pleasure.

Thomas groans in my ear. “Someone is good at following instructions.”

I blush furiously as I sit gently in the passenger seat.

We drive in heavy silence. I'm unsure how to make conversation. Everything about this is bizarre—do I talk to him like he's my boss, my lover, my enemy? I don't know what our relationship is anymore and that's terrifying. One thing is clear; he's burrowed his way into the dirty part of my psyche... and I love it.

Pushing my knees together, I notice the ball isn't cold anymore. My inner warmth has made it softer, less invasive, and my pussy throbs angrily at this. It wants something thick and hard.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

Maybe he noticed I was fidgeting. I smile weakly. “Oh, uh, sure, fine.”

He drums his nails on the wheel. “Is it distracting?”

I stare, mouth agape. “Excuse me?”

Thomas turns the wheel sharply, guiding is into a full parking lot in front of the Hyatt hotel. His eyes lock on mine as he kills the engine. “The gift I left with you. I imagine you can't help but notice it.”

Flames dance up my neck. “It's getting less cold, so that's better,” I admit.

He chuckles thickly. “You might not think that later.” He doesn't explain what he means, he just climbs out of the car, opening my door to let me out. When he bends close, I'm hit by his delicious scent. It leaves me foggy. I want to get closer to him and fill my lungs.

Thomas places his hand on the small of my back, just above my ass, like he's trying to remind me of what we did last time we were alone. My ass still has a few red marks from the spanking.

The hotel lobby is brightly lit, a beautiful crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He leads us to the side towards a restaurant contained in the building, a shiny silver sign stamped with the nameRodeo.Unlike the lobby, the restaurant is dimly lit. Everything is ebony and gold. I've never dined in a place like this, I'm more of a home cook or 'whatever is about to go bad so it's on sale at the grocery store' girl.

The waiter takes one look at Thomas before ushering us to a booth in the corner. All of this screamsromance.My heart beats faster. The waiter is waiting for me to sit; I do so as gingerly as I can, the condom shifting in my slippery walls. Thomas meets my eyes across the table. His wicked smile reminds me that I'm his entertainment tonight.

The waiter brings us menus. “Good evening,” he says, indicating the wooden-backed drink menu. “Can I get you two something, or do you need more time?”

I definitely need some alcohol. “The Vanilla Cream,” I say. “With whiskey in it, please.”

Thomas doesn't look at the menu. “A scotch on the rocks. Top shelf.” Once we're alone, I bury my face in the entree choices, unable to handle his fierce stare.

“Have the salmon,” he says. “Trust me, it's wonderful here.”

“I would prefer to make my own choices.”

“That isn't what you agreed to.”

Squinting at him over the top of the menu, I make a face. “I know what I like.”

“I'm pretty excellent at figuring out what you like, too, Alice.” He winks, and I bite the corner of my lip. Something nudges my ankle under the table; his foot. He strokes up my bare leg, sending bolts of pleasure to my clit.

I'm smoldering with need for him. I can't even pretend to be mad anymore. My pussy quivers, and I notice the object inside of me is losing its shape.

His foot keeps rubbing casually. “I saw photos of you on instagram today.”

“You did?” I perk up.

“Yes, a few influencers were very excited by the cake-bombs you were making. It was a great idea to do that out in the open.”

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