Page 46 of Crave Me

“I’m not scared,” I admitted, my voice small, barely audible over the quiet country music playing in his SUV. “I’m nervous.”

“They’re not altogether different. Nerves come from a place of fear, even if it’s a small speck of it.”

He was trying to calm me, but knowing he’d be baring my body and whipping it in a matter of hours in front of whoever wanted to watch, wasn’t something I was used to. My first public experimentation didn’t exactly end so well for me.

“What are you nervous about the most?”

I kept my gaze on the window, startling as his hand landed on my thigh. Through my sheer black stockings, he was warm to the touch. His thumb brushed up and down my skin, electrifying me.

“Answer me,” he said, when I didn’t answer. “And uncross your legs.”

I did the second first, and gasped when his hand brushed high on my leg. His fingers dipping to my inner thigh where the tops of my stockings met my flesh.

“Chloe.”

I had to fight the urge to cover his hand with mine, to stop his firm movements against my flesh. He pushed higher, tugged my legs further apart. Warm air from the heater hit my center and I flinched.

I pulled my gaze off the window and turned to him. He glanced at me before looking back on the road. “Tell me.”

“What if I can’t forget the last time,” I said. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I fought through the nerves. “What if with everyone watching, I can’t let go?”

His lips lift into an amused smile. His hand on my thigh drifted higher, squeezed firmer, and then his finger was at my sex.

“God,” I whispered at the hint of what was to come.

“You think I’d put you in a room filled with people and not ensure the only person you were thinking about is me?”

“I think you’dtryto ensure it.”

He glanced at me again, smile fading. Another brush of his fingers against my sex had my toes trying to curl in my heels. “The main part of submission, Chloe, is trusting your Dom to take care of you. It’s my job, my duty, to be certain you’re in the right headspace anytime we play. You understand that, right?”

Intellectually, I totally got it. It was the emotional aspects that scared the hell out of me.

“I understand.”

“But?”

“But I’m afraid of disappointing you. Of not being able to let the rest go, I guess.”

He laughed, quiet but warm. The ache, a pinch of fear in my chest lessened as I took in his softened features. “I find it amusing,” he said, and pressed his fingers against my slit, slid them back and then worked a finger deep inside of me. “That you can be in this car, listen to every command, take my fingers like you need to fuck me in the next five seconds, and be scared you won’t be able to focus on me with other people around.”

“Shit.” I gasped, my head fell back against the headrest as he pressed and pulled his fingers inside me. Out and in, slowly but firmly. My hands curled around the edges of the leather seat and I arched into him.

“You get wet at the mere mention of being spanked. Sucking my cock makes you orgasm like my cum is your reward. Once I get you strapped to the cross, my fingers inside you, pinching and biting your nipples, I’m certain you won’t have any trouble focusing on me, and what I’m telling you to do, what I’m making you feel.”

My body was heating, primed for release, and I shifted against him, rolled my hips to try to suck his fingers deeper. His voice hit my ears as though he was speaking through a tunnel, barely registering but echoing deep inside. “Simon,” I mewled, unable to express anything else.

“Sir.” He clipped the word forcefully, pulled his fingers out of me.

“What?” I turned to him just as he inserted the fingers he’d had inside me into his mouth. He cleaned the taste of me off himself before dropping his hand back to my thigh like nothing had happened.

“You’re just going to stop?”

He grinned, wide and full of mirth and fulfillment. “Just think, now you’re so close to coming, once I touch you, even if dozens of people are watching, the only thing you’re going to want is relief.”

I huffed and turned away but his hand came down on my thigh, spanking me and sending a jolt to my center. “Ow! What the heck?”

“Tonight, you also need to remember the rules of the club and how you’re supposed to treat your Dom. No eye rolling or annoyed looks, not while we’re in there. At least, unless you want to be punished.”

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