‘Ah, hang on,’ he said. His hand brushed down my spine, landing firmly on my bottom. I felt a weird sensation, then squealed as I realised what it must be. He had tweaked the flange of my but
t-plug. The butt-plug I had somehow completely forgotten I was wearing. ‘I think we need to make sure we don’t leave with any of His Lordship’s property. Imagine if we were pursued all the way to Portsmouth by cops investigating the theft of a butt-plug.’
Despite my woe and shame, I giggled at the image.
‘Hmm, bend over, Miss Delaney,’ he growled. How could my clit throb at a time like this? How? The use of my real name instead of the fictitious Delray made it all the sweeter. I bent, grabbing the edge of the banquette.
‘Do you want one quick yank or a slow screw?’ The man was incapable of saying anything without making it sound filthy. Actually, this was kind of filthy, wasn’t it? He was gearing up to pull something out of my arse. Does it get much filthier than that? ‘It’s probably going to feel a little bit uncomfortable, darling, either way.’
I screwed my eyes shut. ‘Make it quick, like ripping off a plaster.’
‘Good decision. I promise I won’t damage you. I’m an expert at this.’
He put a steadying hand on my coccyx, holding me still. My knees trembled. He hooked two fingers underneath the flange and spent a few seconds twisting it gently.
‘I’d love to do this under happier circumstances,’ he murmured. ‘Pulling it out so I can replace it with my cock, for instance.’
‘Do you ever stop thinking about sex?’
‘No. OK. Are you ready?’
‘As I’ll ever be.’
He pulled it out, swiftly and seamlessly. My sphincter muscles contracted in confusion and tried to clench it tight, but Damian’s sure technique outfoxed them and I was empty before I knew it. All the same, I needed a few moments to pant and squirm while he wrapped the thing in a handkerchief and tossed it into the banquette.
‘Come on, then,’ he said with a brisk smack of my bottom. ‘Get cracking. I want to be out of here before midnight.’
It seemed unfair to expect Damian to chat whilst trying to negotiate endless twisty-turny snow-filled country lanes in the pitch dark, so we sat in near-silence for the first half hour of the journey, the car’s purr only interrupted for the occasional, ‘Shit, was that a deer?’ or ‘Christ, it’s deep here.’
Once we pulled out on to a main road where the shovellers and gritters had been at work, though, I made a tentative gambit.
‘Is the car yours?’
‘Yep. I bought it off His Lordship a few months ago. In some ways, it feels like I’ve been planning for this day, though not really consciously.’
‘Aren’t you upset? About Kat?’
He flicked his eyes briefly towards me. ‘No. She’s impossible. I don’t want to go into it all, if you don’t mind, but we’ve had issues pretty much from day one of our relationship. She’s in love with His Lordship anyway – oh, for fuck’s sake, why am I calling him His Lordship? Marcus. She’s in love with Marcus. We haven’t fucked since October.’
‘Really? Why is she still so possessive of you, then?’
‘Because that’s what she’s like. Not saying I’m blameless – I’m not. But I’ve never made out like I own her, or she has to have my permission to sleep with certain people.’
‘Perhaps that’s what she wanted you to do.’
He sighed. ‘Perhaps. But I’m uncomplicated and I don’t play mind-fuck games. We just aren’t right for each other.’
‘How did you get together? Do you mind me asking?’
His lips curled into a rueful smile. It felt wrong to be finding him as sexy as I did after all the furore, but my pussy couldn’t be reasoned with.
‘I followed her up the escalator at Waterloo station. She had the pertest little arse I’d ever seen and she was waving it in my face, in this tiny denim miniskirt. When we got to the top, she looked over her shoulder at me and gave me the most blatant come-hither I’ve ever seen. She made me follow her all the way across the station concourse, wiggling that booty all the time until we got behind a shelf in Tie Rack and she said, “I bet you want to smack it, don’t you?” I said, “Among other things,” and she said, “Go on, then,” and bent over there and then. How was I meant to resist an offer like that?’
‘Wow,’ I said, impressed. Damian was definitely an arse man, if I’d been in any doubt whatsoever. ‘So you spanked her in the middle of the Waterloo branch of Tie Rack?’
‘Yeah. And then I got her number and then I had to get my train. But things went from there, obviously.’
‘Obviously.’