Page 10 of The Moon & His Tides
Her eyes widened, and she chewed almost viciously on her lip, but she still did as she was told.
My blood hummed with power, throbbing through my body in time with the string quartet in “Bach’s Piano Concerto in D Minor.”
“You like doing what I tell you to,farfallina? A little butterfly caught in my net,” I hummed. “Would you like to make yourself come for me?”
She licked her lips, and the pulse in her pale throat throbbed.
“No thinking,” I reminded her, my voice thick with the music of my homeland. “Just do as I say, Savannah.”
I waited, staring into those wet velvet blue eyes and hoping beyond hope she’d let me play with her mind while she played with her pussy.
With a gusty sigh, she tipped her head back against the leather seats, closed her eyes, and brought one of her hands from her breasts down to her sex.
“Perfect,” I purred. “Are you wet for me?”
A low whimper was her response as she dunked two elegant fingers into her wet center. I could hear the liquid sounds of her arousal as she dipped in and out, but I couldn’t get the right visual.
“Take off your underwear.”
Her eyes flew open. “Sebastian… I’m, well, I’m not as young as––”
“Take. Off. Your. Underwear.”
With her lower lip tucked between her teeth she carefully peeled her white satin panties down her legs. I held my hand out for them.
“Seb,” she breathed, part protest and part plea.
I flexed my fingers. “Give them to me.”
She leaned closer to put them in my hand, the intoxicating scent of her expensive floral perfume mingling with the heady fragrance of her pussy. I brought the wet scrap of fabric to my nose and inhaled deeply as I locked eyes with her.
Savannah’s breath stuttered through her open lips as she watched me.
“Lean back, spread those gorgeous legs, and play with yourself for me.”
“You aren’t going to play with me yourself?” she questioned softly, an edge of neediness to her words that thrilled me.
“No.” I crossed my wrists over the steering wheel and relaxed back in the seat so I could watch her through the rearview mirror. “You want to be dirty again, Savvy? A woman like you, a lady with pearls and silk dresses and a chauffeur to drive you around?”
“Yes,” she hissed softly as she parted her legs wide and exposed the pink folds of her golden-haired cunt to my gaze.
My voice was in my throat when I said, “I don’t need to put my hands on you to show you what a dirty slut you can be,duchessa. Doing all the filthy things I tell you to do with your own classy hands is even better. You’re going to come all over that leather seat with only my words and your fingers taking you there.”
“Oh,” she breathed, her legs spasming at my words. “Yes.”
I didn’t tell her there was also no way I was risking my job further, a job I desperately needed, by actually touching her. At least this way, once the drink wore off and the passion faded, I could hide behind the fact that she’d technically done everything herself.
“Say my name when you come,” I told her. “Rub that clit for me and add another finger to your pussy. I want to hear how wet I make you.”
Even in the dark, I could see how her perfect pale skin was pebbled with goose bumps. I wanted to count each mogul with my tongue, taste the bitterness of her perfume at her pulse points and feel them pound viciously with her heartbeat.
I wanted to grip my cock too, jerk off violently to the erotic perfection in the back seat but I wouldn’t.
I’d lived a life that taught me early. All acts were expressions of power, denoting either an abundance or lack of clout. In this situation,la duchessain all her ladylike faultlessness sitting in a car I was the driver of but didn’t even own, I needed to accrue all the power I could scrape together. Savannah may have been higher than me on the social scale, but between us, especially when her cunt was bared,Iwas the one in control.
“I’ve been wondering what you taste like,” I told her conversationally, only my words were more bass and persuasion than treble and volume. “Do you taste like sugar, sweet Savvy? Melted caramel spilled between your thighs for me to lick up?” I received a panting gasp in response as her fingers slid through the wet mess of her pussy. “Or are you salty and fresh like ocean water, like a mermaid dredged up from the sea?”
“Sebastian,” she said and the whole world seemed handed to me in that one word.
