Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Good because I wasn’t going to stop.
“Thank you, Sir.” Being polite might get me a faster orgasm, so I played nice. “Is there anything I need to know for the drive home?”
We had to get moving on that before I remembered how soft his T-shirt felt against my cheek.
“No, we’re good. Just park in that visitor section and I’ll come open your door.” That wasn’t what I’d expected, so I made the mistake of focusing on him again.
Bad decision.
My fingers itched to stroke his chest, and something about the way he was watching me was amazingly sexy. It looked like I was his entire world at that moment and it was damned near overwhelming.
At least in the sub trying to maintain logic kind of way.
Whatever he saw on my face made his eyes sparkle and he realized he needed to explain more of what he was thinking. “Once you have the car turned off again, you’re mine. Period. No more thinking. No more decisions. My sub. I’m going to take you upstairs and strip you down, and then we’re going to leave the rest of the world behind.”
He was such a dick. “Did I forget to mention the distracting part?”
Fucking hell.
His eyes sparkled but he tried to look stern. “Did I forget to mention the I control your orgasms part?”
“It’s cheating.” He was fucking with me. “I’m supposed to drive safely and think and make good decisions, and you’re here making me think of sex and orgasms and spankings and denial. It’s just not right.”
He shrugged.
“I just wanted to make sure you understood the consequences of putting yourself under my control for the night.” His gaze was so hot I could almost feel it stroking over my skin. “I didn’t want that to be a surprise.”
So was that saying there would be other surprises?
Was he back to just fucking with me?
“I’m not going to ask about whatever you’re trying to make me think about.” Worry probably would’ve been a better word but that one still felt dangerous. “I’m going to drive safely and not think about it and then behave so you have to give me an orgasm.”
Head cocking to the side, he frowned. “I’m not sure you can do it.”
Bullshit.
“Watch me.”
And watch me get punished in some creative way or another when I got to his place.
But I wasn’t going to think about that.
“I’ll meet you there…at a safe speed and following all the driving laws.” I didn’t stomp as I walked up to the driver’s door, but I was firm as I climbed in the car. “I’ll see you there and then you can take control. I’ve had a long day of being fucked with.”
I’d woken up with him driving me crazy and it hadn’t stopped.
He was going to have to make that up to me by controlling me and giving me an orgasm…whether he liked it or not.
He was my Dom and it was his job in our relationship.
He knew it too based on how quickly he walked over and got in his car.
“Good. There won’t be any misunderstandings. I need to submit, to feel owned, and to relax, damn it.” He had a big job cut out for him but he seemed to be taking it seriously as he carefully followed me out of the parking lot and toward his apartment.
Frustration and drama took me all the way to his place before it started fading into something slightly more distracting and I started thinking too much again.
“Fucking hell.”
I was back to glaring at him as he opened my door and reached for the keys I’d set in the console. “You did that on purpose.”
The asshole shrugged again. “And?”
“I would’ve been fine.” There’d been no need to get me so wound up. “I’d have been safe and thinking.”
He still didn’t look apologetic in the slightest. “But this way you had blood in your brain and now I have an excuse to punish you.”
How had I ended up with a sweet but still pain in the ass Dom?
“You set me up.” I wasn’t going to let him forget that.
“Not my fault you forget your manners too easily.” Releasing my seat belt, he took my hand and helped me out of the car. “Even when you’re getting wound up, you need to think about being polite.”
Giving me a skeptical look as I huffed, he lifted one shoulder. “And think about possibly being a tad smarter, but you’re just my little slut, so I probably shouldn’t expect that from you.”
Ugh.
He was such a brat.
Doing my best to push back my embarrassment, I glared at him. “I was thinking. You were just winding me up on purpose. That’s not my fault.”
“So you’re saying that I need to take control of your reactions better?” Pulling his brows together, he cocked his head. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, but I think your little toy would like it.”