Frustration and embarrassment mixed within me. Regret too. Had I really sentenced myself to this? To a relationship where the power balance was nonexistent? Where I wouldn’t even get the job title of the man who could order me to shove my panties into my fucking purse?
“No,” Jay added, his unexpected words surprising me. The fact that he answered surprising me.
My head, which had been bent to inspect my hands, snapped up to look at him.
“I loathe such events,” he continued. “Most especially the people who attend them. Those who, as you deduced correctly, barely know the charity they are donating to, the charity which likely gets less money than it costs to throw such a wretched party. But they serve their purposes.”
I watched Jay as he spoke. Of course I did, I’d watched him this entire night. He was not full of charm. He never smiled. Didn’t pretend he was making an effort with whoever he spoke to. He merely spoke. Paid his dues ... for the ‘purposes’ that this dinner had served.
Did that have anything to do with me? Or was that an utterly vain thought?
Before I had time to contemplate this, Jay spoke again.
“Turn in your seat, pull up your dress and open your legs to face me,” he commanded.
A partition that I hadn’t known existed went up between us and the driver.
I looked to Jay, but I could barely see him in the low light of the car’s interior. He was nothing more than an inky silhouette.
There was no mistaking what he was going to do after I obeyed him, therefore I did not hesitate to do it. The car was large, providing me with more than enough room to maneuver. The leather was cold against my bare skin.
I’d expected him to make me wait even longer. For him to treat this as yet another episode of torture, an opportunity for him to display how much control he had over me. But he didn’t. He dove right in.
Right in.
The shock of pleasure was so intense that my hand grabbed what we called the ‘oh shit’ handle in Missouri.
Though this was more of an oh fuck moment.
Like oh fuck this man knows how to use his tongue. Like oh fuck he’s going to make me explode in to a million tiny pieces, and if he takes me to the edge only to pull me back, I might die.
His tongue was relentless. Expert. My legs wrapped around him. As the car moved through the slow L.A. traffic, I didn’t worry that there was another person mere feet away, separated only by a piece of tinted glass. I temporarily forgot there were millions of people living their lives around us. In those moments, my whole world consisted of Jay feasting on me, his tongue moving against my clit relentlessly.
My orgasm came quickly. Intensely. To the point I might’ve blacked out a little.
Or a lot.
Because somehow, my dress was pulled back down, and I was maneuvered to an upright position with the heat of Jay’s body pressed to me. And I was not the person who’d facilitated any of that.
Jay’s mouth moved against mine, and when I opened up to let him in, he tasted of me. I liked that. I loved tasting my pussy on his lips. Something about me was satisfied that he made me come with his mouth before he’d kissed me.
On top of that, he’d made me come. First. That was a very rare thing in any man—most men—and not at all what I’d expected from this arrangement.
“I knew you’d taste like that,” he murmured. “Knew your pussy would be greedy.”
I blinked at his shape while his words skimmed over skin that was already electrified by his touch.
“When we get back, you’re going to take off your dress,” he informed me. “You’re going to leave it at the door. Then you’re going to get on your knees and wrap your lips around me.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
I was shaking when we got out of the car, my knees barely taking my weight as I walked toward the front door.
Jay was behind me. Close. His scent cradled me, and the memory of his lips was still imprinted on my pussy. I was scared. Nervous. But also more turned on than I’d been ... ever.
The door was unlocked when I opened it, and I found myself wondering whether he’d had someone unlock it for him, in preparation for this, or if he’d just left it unlocked because he already had a security gate and was a mysterious badass that no one messed with.
Those thoughts stopped as soon as I got inside and remembered my instructions.
Jay hadn’t said a word, silently trailing behind me, a force that was so much more than a shadow. I got the feeling he wasn’t going to say any more, which only made the situation all the more erotic. If I hadn’t felt the goosebumps peppering my arms, I could’ve sworn I was dreaming about the booming silence of the mansion, the faint sound of waves crashing against rocks, my heart thundering in my chest.