blouse that’s left unbuttoned halfway down her chest. I have the most unacceptable desire to drag my mouth over that V of exposed skin. To unbutton the shirt farther until I’m kneeling between her thighs.
Will she still act as unaffected once I get my tongue in her pussy?
Part of me hopes so.
There are as many flavors of submissive as there are of Dominants. Everyone has the thing that twists them up in knots in the most delicious way possible. I like a little bit of everything, but this? This disinterest mixed up with lust and my desire for approval? I thrive off attention, and being deprived it is the most delicious of cuts. I have to bite down a moan of sheer lust. I hate how easily she cranks me up while appearing to do absolutely nothing at all. It feels particularly dirty to circle my clit like this in the backseat while her driver is witnessing the whole thing.
For all my kink experience, I haven’t played outside the Underworld until now. Or at least not in anything resembling public. Even the few relationships I’ve had were ones where they came to me. Partly because Allecto is paranoid as hell. Partly because the draw of the Underworld as almost as intense as the draw I provided; something I didn’t realize in each of the relationships until far too late. These days, I barely leave the building unless I’m going to visit my mom…
Except I’ll never be able to do that again.
The reminder of why I’m here is a bucket of cold water in the face of my desire. I slow my movements, loathing myself for the small part of me that keeps enjoying this moment despite everything the woman beside me has done.
“Is there a problem?” Malone’s icy voice sends chills down my spine that are entirely too pleasant.
Yes, but I’m not about to admit the extent of it. I close my eyes and strive to keep my mask in place. How can I want to attack her and also beg for more pleasure? Those two feelings shouldn’t exist at the same time. It’s wrong for me to want her, isn’t it? I’ve spent so much time believing that there’s nothing that happens between consenting adults that should result in shame, but here I am…feeling shame.
I lift my hand from my clit. “I’m not really in the mood to come.”
She taps her fingers on her knee. “I see.”
She moves so quickly, I barely have a chance to flinch. Malone hooks my leg and yanks. After how she carried me through the parking garage—something I refuse to even think about—I shouldn’t be surprised by how strong she is despite her slim frame. She easily flips me onto my stomach and tows me back onto her lap, shifting slightly to ensure I don’t ram into the door.
I tense, expecting her to spank me or something harsh, but she just wraps her fingers around my upper thigh, gripping me tightly and holding me in place. Her knuckles are barely an inch away from my pussy, and somehow that distance is just as hot as if she shoved two fingers into me. She smooths her free hand over my ass, pushing my lace teddy up and baring me from the waist down.
“There seems to be some misunderstanding of how this works.” She traces a single finger down my spine, stopping at the small of my back. “Your flouncing and bratty attitude will not provoke the response you want. It’s best you learn that now. If you don’t obey my commands, you will be punished.” She taps my spine lightly with her nail. “Punishments are not to be enjoyed, Aurora.”
I should keep my mouth shut, but this woman manages to rile me like no other. I squeeze my eyes shut and fist my hands against the leather seat. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have contracted a submissive who gets off on being punished, Malone.”
Her quiet laugh raises the small hairs on the back of my neck. “I am not like your regular playmates.” She lifts her voice. “Sara, I need to make a stop on the way home. I feel like a drink.”
“Will do.”
The car slows and turns. Malone doesn’t release me, doesn’t touch me more, just holds me in place with my bare ass on display. Humiliation and shame heat my cheeks. She slapped me down as easily as she would a fly. I hate that it turns me on. This would be so much