Page 15 of His Secret Toy
She glances at me, quick and uncertain, but obeys.
The hem of her skirt creeps up her thighs and she doesn’t fix it.
The limo begins to move and I lean toward her, close enough to make her breath catch. Her pulse is already visible at her throat as I run my hand up her hip.
“You’re going to sit still while I touch you. If you move, you’ll pay for it later.”
Her mouth twitches, but she nods.
I take my hand to her knee. I don’t drag it nor do I rush. I press until her thighs part a little more, then I slide my fingers up, slow and deliberate, under the edge of her skirt.
When I reach her panties, she tenses.
I hook one finger under the lace and shift it aside.
She’s already wet.
I run my fingers across the soft crest of her mound, teasing her with a gentle caress over her swollen clit and watch as her face flushes then turns into a nervy frown as she struggles to hide her lust.
I feel her quiver beneath my fingers as I reach her sopping cunt. Finally, I push two fingers inside her, enjoying the way her body tightens around them. She doesn’t gasp or squirm. She clenches the seat with both hands and stares forward, breathing through her nose.
She’s holding on.
“You’re being a very good girl,” I murmur.
I curl my fingers once, just to make her shake. Her thighs twitch, but she doesn’t move. I feel her wanting to, like a current running under the surface, but she fights it.
I move closer, let my mouth hover just above her ear.
“You like when I make you behave?”
There’s a pause. Then her answer comes soft, shaky.
“I like it.”
“Say the rest.”
She swallows hard.
“I like when you make me behave.”
I press in deeper, slow but relentless. Her legs open a little more without my asking. Her body’s already mine.
“Lie back on the seat.”
I pull my hand away and meet her gaze with a stormy look, a trail of wetness glistening on my fingers from her now aching cunt.
She settles back immediately, trying to look relaxed but ultimately failing at hiding her subtle trembling.
“Pull your knees up and spread those sexy legs for me.”
Her newly bare pussy comes into full view as she obeys, her juices shimmering in the dim light from the city outside. I take a moment to drink her in, loving the sight of her so utterly submissive and bound to my every word.
I leave her that way, twitching and exposed. I don’t speak again until the car rolls to a stop outside the building.
“Fix your skirt. Don’t speak until I tell you.”
She nods.
