Page 102 of Bling

He fisted his hand into her hair and stared at her, wanting to be certain he had permission to let his inner beast out. She’d caught a glimpse of it in his hotel the other day. He saw nothing but need in her eyes and he wanted to push her, claim her, confirm that she was his.

“If you mean that, I want you across my lap right now. I want to warm your ass up before I fuck you.”

She whimpered but scrambled to obey.

“Are you mine, Isabelle?” he asked as he dragged her silk panties to her knees.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. A shudder tore through her when he caressed her ass.

He lifted his hand and let it fall hard in the center of her ass. “Mine to use how I please?” he questioned, landing two more burning smacks.

“Yes, Sir,” she cried, louder this time.

“Mine to spank how and when I want?” he asked, letting loose a flurry of smacks.

She cried out and squirmed on his lap, but he kept spanking until heat radiated from her backside.

“Kick off your panties,” he commanded as he finished with a volley of stinging swats.

Her panties pooled near his feet and he gently caressed her butt and thighs. “Such a good girl,” he murmured.

Spanking her had calmed him some and he encouraged her to straddle him again.

“I’m sorry,” he said, cradling her face in his hands. “I shouldn’t have pushed your limits that way, but I’m feeling ferocious tonight and I wanted to make sure you were up for what I want.”

“Please,” she begged, pressing her forehead to his. “I’m yours. I just need you to make me feel it.”

He twisted her hair and pulled her head to one side, exposing her pretty neck. Leaning forward, he nuzzled her there, making her squirm. Without warning, he turned his face slightly and sank his teeth into her bare flesh. She cried out as he stopped just short of breaking skin.

“Christ, I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get to Solitaire. I hope you’re ready,” he said, his voice dark.

She ground herself against him and nodded as she gingerly touched the spot he’d bitten. “Can your driver go any faster?”

Garrett let his head fall against the seat and laughed. “No, but I know how you can pass the time.”

He flashed her a wicked grin before he continued. "Get on the other seat and pull your knees up. I want to see your pretty cunt spread wide for me.” He gave her a gentle shove off his lap and leaned over to the small drink station in the side panel to pour himself a scotch.

He draped one arm across the back of the seat and sipped as he watched her move across from him to the other bench seat. It might put her closer to his driver, but it kept her back to the privacy panel.

When she was settled, he pressed a button and they were bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light.

“Wider, Isabelle. I want to see everything,” he chided. “Put your feet flat on the seat and spread your knees far apart. There you go. Good girl.” He paused for another casual sip of his drink.

“Now tell me, do I make you feel like less than me? Are you somehow of lower status because I make you put yourself on display?” The scotch burned as it went down.

Isabelle shook her head. “No, Sir. You make me feel alive.”

He smiled as her answer sent tendrils of warmth through him. “Good girl. Make yourself feel good for me. Just like in the shower a couple of weeks ago. Show me how you like to be touched.”

Her hand dipped down low and her fingers fluttered across her folds.

“Come when you want. I’m going to enjoy my drink while you enjoy yourself, but if you don’t have an orgasm by the time we get to Solitaire, you won’t get any tonight. That will be your punishment for failing to obey me.”

She nodded frantically and rubbed faster circles around her clit. The surrounding landmarks told him they were still at least twenty minutes from the club, and he knew she was needy. There was almost zero chance she would fail the directive he’d given her, and he would help her along if he needed to.

He hummed occasionally or praised her gorgeous pussy as he drank his scotch. Less than ten minutes in, he watched pure bliss take over as she nearly melted into the seat while the orgasm rolled through her. Watching her come undone made him want to drop his expensive slacks and bury himself in her right here in the car, but he forced himself to practice restraint.

As she worked herself to a second orgasm, he drained his scotch. They were almost to Solitaire.

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