Page 213 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

She swallowed hard but reached up under her skirt and pulled off her thong, then handed it over. She watched wide-eyed as Gray sniffed with an appreciative growl before tucking them in his pocket. He then covered the seat with a bright orange beach towel before lifting her and setting her down.

“Pull up the back of your skirt. You don’t want to get it wet,” he said with a sexy grin.

Once she settled, he ran a hand up her leg and under her skirt, stopping just inches from her already wet pussy. He hummed softly before tracing his hand back down her thigh. Pulling back, he adjusted his cock before rounding the Jeep and climbing in the driver’s seat.

“Gray, I need my purse.”

“Not today you don’t. I’ve got your ID, in case you get carded. Put on your seatbelt.”

Though Alaina wanted to argue, she bit her bottom lip instead. Gray leaned over and kissed her as he reached across her body for her seatbelt. “Stop thinking so hard. Relax, and let me spoil you.”

As he drove the winding roads toward the highway, Alaina stiffened as the breeze pushed up between her legs and under her skirt. As Gray turned the Jeep onto the highway, Alaina closed her legs and tried to tuck her skirt down around her thighs.

“No, darlin’. Don’t do that. Open your legs. Let the wind caress you.”

He laid a hand on her left thigh and pulled it toward him until her legs were wide apart and her skirt barely covered her sex. He kept his hand there, running it up and down the inside of her thigh. His pinkie brushed her open, wet nether lips, sending her arousal higher, but he moved away before she could peak.

“Gray, I’m…” Alaina broke off, unable to admit she was on the verge of orgasm.

“Horny?”

“God yes.”

Looking over at her with eyes that glowed silver, he smiled. “Touch yourself. Take yourself to paradise.”

Alaina paused, not sure if she could do as he requested. Yes, she had masturbated before. She’d used her fingers and the variety of imitation cocks she had collected. But she had always been alone before. No other man she had been involved with had ever made such a request. And not while in an open moving car, exposed to the world.

“I can’t,” she whispered. She was so close, and he denied her that touch to push her over the cliff.

“Why is your first response to any challenge, I can’t? You are a beautiful woman, and you can do anything you set your mind to. Now, repeat after me. I can.”

Alaina watched as the bulge between Gray’s legs grew. She squirmed and arched under his dark stare, feeling hot, horny, and exposed.

Her hands clenched in her lap as she said softly, “I can.”

“Again.”

“I can.” She spoke in a normal tone, but the confidence wasn’t behind the words.

“Louder.”

“I can.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“I can,” she screamed.

“Yes, you can. Now, do it.”

Looking at him, Alaina uncurled both hands. Lifting them to her chest, she took hold of her tits and massaged them through the silk camisole. Her hips shifted, fucking air until her right hand trailed down her body. She faltered for a moment when it reached the apex of her thighs. When Gray looked at her and nodded, she took a deep breath and slid a single finger between her lower lips.

As soon as she circled the knot of skin and nerves, she felt her entire body tense. She pressed her finger on her clit, circling and flicking until every part of her clenched. She screamed as her body convulsed with pleasure.

It took a few minutes to recover enough to open her eyes and look up at Gray.

“See, I knew you could do it,” he praised with a wide grin.

“Mmmm,” she responded, collapsing against her seat and closing her eyes to recover.

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