Page 134 of Damaged Mogul
“You either follow my command, or the only thing you’re going to get when we get back to your hotel is ice cream. No cock. The decision is yours.”
He made the decision for me with that ultimatum.
Yesterday, I would’ve selected ice cream over a cock. Then again, I only had my sexy times with Jean-Philippe as comparison. Now that I’m wiser, cock trumps. Specifically, Gage’s.
I obey.
I grab the hem of my skirt and pull it up above my knees. My eyes shift to my right, and I worry my lower lip.
That car is mighty close.
Granted, the driver is focused on the traffic lights, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be able to catch a glimpse of the dirty action happening in Gage’s car.
“You’re assessing if he can see you?”
Gage read my thoughts.
“Yes.”
“It’s highly unlikely at his eye-level.”
I let out a sigh of relief.
“The driver of an SUV or truck on the other hand, would get a show.”
My heart races.
Freaked out, I pull down my hem.
“Did I say you could do that?”
I stare at him.
“We’re not too far from the hotel,” I say, my voice pleading.
“I know that, but I want to see your pretty pussy right the fuck now.”
He must have some magical powers because I pull my hem back up.
“Better,” he says. “I want to know how wet you are.”
My panicked eyes fly up to meet his calculating ones.
He’s waiting.
“I punish bad girls who don’t obey, but reward good girls who do what they’re told.”
His dirty promise ignites my whole body.
Still, my mind is a jumbled mess.
A voice inside my head is screaming at me.“Don’t do it, girl.”Another voice screams even louder.“Pick the reward. Pick the damn reward.”
“Well?”
“Well, what?”
He sighs. “I want to know how wet you are.”
