him as she did so. In the dim light of the garage, she could see his face, but his expression was very neutral. Was there a reason they were in the car like teenagers groping after a date? Or were they outside because there was someone inside the house?
Somehow she didn"t think so, but she found it odd that they were not going inside. Maybe it was a test, to see if she"d follow directions or tell him to go to hell. She studied him for a few minutes, then started to turn. The car was a midsize luxury sedan with split seats. She put her hand on the center console, feeling vulnerable as she turned.
She came to rest with her knees on the seat. One hand stayed on the console, the other holding a support strap near the rear passenger door. Her breasts hung down, and her ass was high in the air.
“Very nice. You follow directions quite well. We"ll work on the back talk later.”
“I"ll mark it on my calendar.” He chuckled at her response, then cupped her pussy, one finger diving into her folds as if searching for her opening. “Oh yes, deeper.”
She pushed against him, rocking her hips back and forth. When he pulled away, she groaned.
“Maddox!”
“I"m in charge, remember?”
“Yes, but…”
“No buts.” The interior of the car grew silent for a long minute. Clarissa stayed where she was, wanting to beg him to touch her, stroke her. Her clit throbbed with anticipation, the weight from the coin, however slight, adding to the sensation. “I like you in this position, on your hands and knees. And you know, you"re right. It"s light enough outside that if my neighbor came up, he"d see you in here, naked, displayed for me.”
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A thrill shot up her back, and she let her head drop down, then moved her hips suggestively. “Yes, you like that idea. You"d like me to fuck you before an audience, wouldn"t you? Fuck your mouth, your cunt, your ass. Or maybe I would just bind you while others watched? They could see all your pretty tats, your piercings. They could see you submit to me.”
“Wouldn"t that make tabloid headlines? Heiress displayed as sex toy.”
“Film at eleven,” Maddox said. He cupped her ass cheek, squeezing it slightly.
“Step out of the car and go to the front and place your hands on the hood, then bend over and spread your legs as wide as they will go. Make sure you keep your head down.”
Her vulnerability increased as she followed his instructions. A large SUV was parked next to them, and she opened the door of the sedan as carefully as possible, trying not to ding the door. She stepped out, gazing at the open garage door, wondering if his neighbors could see. In New York, they would have drawn a crowd already. Of course they would have been parked in a large parking garage or on the street.
The car was still warm when she put her hands on it and bent. Maybe he would fuck her now, come up behind her and slip his cock into her pussy. She was wet enough for him to take her in one single stroke. She"d probably come with his first thrust.
Clarissa listened for the sound of his car door and didn"t hear it. What was he doing? Was he jerking off while watching her? Damn him, this was getting frustrating.
If she put her hands between her legs and made herself come, would he be able to see?
Would she be able to hold still while an orgasm raced through her body?
No, she"d probably scream to the heavens above, and then his neighbors would come running to see what was wrong.
“It"s about time,” she said when he finally opened the car door. “If I stood here any longer, people might see me as a new hood ornament on your car.”
He stood next to her, his stomach pressed against her side. “Do you want to fuck?”
“Yes.” When he didn"t respond, she continued, “Please, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He stroked her hair, and Clarissa almost came undone. Crap, this was driving her insane. He stepped behind her, and she felt his gaze on her displayed body. His fingers went to
Somehow she didn"t think so, but she found it odd that they were not going inside. Maybe it was a test, to see if she"d follow directions or tell him to go to hell. She studied him for a few minutes, then started to turn. The car was a midsize luxury sedan with split seats. She put her hand on the center console, feeling vulnerable as she turned.
She came to rest with her knees on the seat. One hand stayed on the console, the other holding a support strap near the rear passenger door. Her breasts hung down, and her ass was high in the air.
“Very nice. You follow directions quite well. We"ll work on the back talk later.”
“I"ll mark it on my calendar.” He chuckled at her response, then cupped her pussy, one finger diving into her folds as if searching for her opening. “Oh yes, deeper.”
She pushed against him, rocking her hips back and forth. When he pulled away, she groaned.
“Maddox!”
“I"m in charge, remember?”
“Yes, but…”
“No buts.” The interior of the car grew silent for a long minute. Clarissa stayed where she was, wanting to beg him to touch her, stroke her. Her clit throbbed with anticipation, the weight from the coin, however slight, adding to the sensation. “I like you in this position, on your hands and knees. And you know, you"re right. It"s light enough outside that if my neighbor came up, he"d see you in here, naked, displayed for me.”
32
Melinda Barron
A thrill shot up her back, and she let her head drop down, then moved her hips suggestively. “Yes, you like that idea. You"d like me to fuck you before an audience, wouldn"t you? Fuck your mouth, your cunt, your ass. Or maybe I would just bind you while others watched? They could see all your pretty tats, your piercings. They could see you submit to me.”
“Wouldn"t that make tabloid headlines? Heiress displayed as sex toy.”
“Film at eleven,” Maddox said. He cupped her ass cheek, squeezing it slightly.
“Step out of the car and go to the front and place your hands on the hood, then bend over and spread your legs as wide as they will go. Make sure you keep your head down.”
Her vulnerability increased as she followed his instructions. A large SUV was parked next to them, and she opened the door of the sedan as carefully as possible, trying not to ding the door. She stepped out, gazing at the open garage door, wondering if his neighbors could see. In New York, they would have drawn a crowd already. Of course they would have been parked in a large parking garage or on the street.
The car was still warm when she put her hands on it and bent. Maybe he would fuck her now, come up behind her and slip his cock into her pussy. She was wet enough for him to take her in one single stroke. She"d probably come with his first thrust.
Clarissa listened for the sound of his car door and didn"t hear it. What was he doing? Was he jerking off while watching her? Damn him, this was getting frustrating.
If she put her hands between her legs and made herself come, would he be able to see?
Would she be able to hold still while an orgasm raced through her body?
No, she"d probably scream to the heavens above, and then his neighbors would come running to see what was wrong.
“It"s about time,” she said when he finally opened the car door. “If I stood here any longer, people might see me as a new hood ornament on your car.”
He stood next to her, his stomach pressed against her side. “Do you want to fuck?”
“Yes.” When he didn"t respond, she continued, “Please, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He stroked her hair, and Clarissa almost came undone. Crap, this was driving her insane. He stepped behind her, and she felt his gaze on her displayed body. His fingers went to
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