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“Alone?” I could curse myself, but I need to know the answer to this.
She flusters, her cheeks going pink, but spits out, “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.”
“It is my business,” I murmur. “You are my business, Bailey.”
“Humph.” She turns to look out of the window, her eyes shielded by the dark sunglasses.
“Look at me.”
“What do you want?” Her plea is desperate, and it wraps around my soul against my will.
“Look at me, Bailey.”
She turns her head, her features distraught. I reach out and push the sunglasses up to rest on her head, while moving her bag to the floor of the car. “Please.” Her lip trembles.
I want to nip it between my teeth, but I can’t do that. Not yet. She isn’t at the point where I’m ready to surrender to her. She knows nothing about who I am and what the Society is about. I need to break her just a little bit more.
Placing my hand gently on her knee, I feel her jump. She looks at it and stiffens when I slide it past the hem of her skirt and dip it between her thighs.
“Open up,” I whisper.
She lets out a muffled whimper and parts her legs slightly, enough for me to run my hand up the inside of her thigh.
I move closer to her and lean over to whisper in her ear. “What do you want me to do to you, Bailey?”
“Nothing,” she gasps.
“Not even this?” I slip my fingers into her panty line, brushing the back of them over her pussy.
Her breath quickens, and she opens her legs wider, whether she meant to or not. She did it.
“Why do you keep touching me?” she moans softly.
“Because I like it. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “But why are you playing with me?”
“Who says I am? Maybe I just like touching you.”
“Damn you.”
I answer that by slipping my finger over her clit and into her hole, finger-fucking her the way I know she likes.
“Shh,” I murmur in her ear when she lets out a loud moan.
The divider is closed between the driver and us, but I need her to take instructions. I need her to let me do whatever I want to her without any vocal protest or acquiescence. I add another finger, thrusting deeply, watching her as she closes her eyes and drops her head back to the seat. She starts to pant, so I speed up and curl my finger to find her G-spot. Bailey bucks on the seat, her mouth open in a silent scream as she climaxes suddenly all over my hand.
I stifle my groan, wishing my cock was inside her. I want her to want it too.
“Tell me what you really want from me, Bailey.”
She shakes her head.
I smile indulgently and bring my wet fingers up to her mouth. I shove them inside, forcing her to taste herself. She sucks them, her eyes wide.
I withdraw and drag them down her throat before I wrap my hand loosely around her neck. “You are such a good girl, not making a sound like I asked. I’m so proud of you.”
Her eyes grow dark with desire, her lungs taking shallow breaths.
