“Show me what everyone else got to see tonight,” I say, my eyes on the taillights in front of me. “You sent me a picture, but I need to see the real thing.”
The darkness must give her confidence because she slides the silk up her toned thighs and lifts the material.
“Tuck it into your seatbelt,” I rumble, watching her from my peripheral. “You’re riding home like that.”
It’s cute that she keeps her thighs pressed together like I won’t see.
“Take your sandal off and give me your foot.” I glance over at her, loving the panicked look in her eyes. “Now, Cinderelliott.”
She huffs as though she’s annoyed, but then she kicks off her shoe. Her movements are jerky and awkward, but she manages to stretch her leg across the console. I caress her soft foot, learning all the curves there.
“Feel how hard our games make me?” I grip her foot and rub it over my cock that’s hard and straining against my slacks. “You do this, Ash. You make a billionaire like myself horny for a fucking foot.”
She laughs. “You are so strange, Win.”
“And you’re fucking hot for the strangeness I offer.” I skim my fingers up her calf, circling the inside of her knee. “Touch yourself.”
“Here?” she squeaks out. “Now?”
“We’re in traffic. What else do we have to do but sit and entertain ourselves?”
“Fine.”
“Don’t act like pleasure is a hardship, brat. You like to feel good as much as the next person. At least I’m paying you for it.”
“You always make this stuff ten times more awkward by reminding me of that,” she grumbles.
“Stop stalling,” I murmur, running my fingers higher up her thigh toward her pussy. “Touch yourself before I do it for you.”
She trembles at my words, deliberately stalling. I smack her cunt hard enough to make her cry out. Her leg jerks up, but I pin it back down so her foot stays pressed against my dick.
“You fucker! You can’t hit . . . that.”
“I’m paying for it. It’s mine. I can do whatever I want.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“Touch. Your. Cunt.”
She scowls at me, hesitating briefly before she slips her fingers to her pussy. It’s quiet as she rubs at her clit slowly. I massage her foot, my eyes glued to the way she touches herself. The scent of her arousal fills my car and makes me salivate for a taste.
“Does it feel good?” I ask as I run my fingers up her thigh again.
“Yes.”
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Slide your finger in and let me see.”
Her breath hitches as she pushes into herself. She squirms as she fucks her finger and then pulls it out. I grip her wrist, pulling her hand closer. Leaning in, I wrap my lips around her finger, tasting her.
“Mmm,” I praise. “Tastes like the filthy, depraved girl I knew you were.”
I bite down on her finger, capturing her. Then, I smack her needy pussy again. She cries out when she tries to pull her hand back, but my teeth dig in, not allowing her to go. A whimper escapes her but it’s one filled with desire.
I release her finger as traffic starts to move. “That’s enough for now. Traffic’s moving again.”
She pulls her leg back and starts to mess with her dress, but I stop her with a smack to her thigh. “Ow!” she screeches. “You dick.”
“Keep your pussy on display,” I growl. “But don’t touch it. I’ll let you touch it later after your bath.”
“Are we going to . . .”
“I’m not ready to fuck you yet, Cinderelliott. I want to play with my toy more.”
“See, when you say crap like that, I’m suddenly not into it.”
I let out a dark chuckle. “No, my sweet, young girl, you’re feeling rejected because you assume that my not fucking you means I’m not into you.” I brush my fingertips along her naked pussy making her shudder. “I can assure you I’m very, very into you.”
She’s quiet but doesn’t push away my curious finger as I tease her thigh and occasionally dance them along her pussy lips. Her breathing has grown heavier, which means she’s hot for my touch. It only makes me want to deny her further.
When we pull up to my building, I reach over and tug her dress free, covering up her pussy. A valet named Chris opens the door for her. She’s suddenly modest, making sure to keep herself covered. I climb out and make my way over to her, offering my elbow. She holds on and surprises me by leaning her head against my shoulder. My chest squeezes in response.
I nod when we’re greeted upon arriving inside the building. We make our way into the elevator and within minutes, we’re in my sanctuary. Shrimp chirps from his favorite perch.
“Hi, Shrimpy Shrimp,” Ash croons, waving at her bird. He flaps his wings and sings back at her.