She nods, running her hands along her thighs. “Yes. I could barely breathe. My whole body was on fire. I tried to stay quiet,because I knew the door was unlocked. I knew someone could walk in at any moment.”
“What if someone had walked in, Miss Pope?” I glance over at her, and she gives me a crooked smile. “Or does the idea of having someone walking in on you with a dick buried inside your cunt make you even wetter?”
“Maybe it does.” She stretches in her seat, kicking off her stilettos and bracing her elegant feet against the dash. “Maybe I’d like my professor to take me to a sex club, one where people could watch us.”
Holy fucking god.Sweat breaks out on the back of my neck and I don’t think I can make it the whole ride home. If she keeps talking like this I’m going to embarrass the fuck out of myself and come in my pants.
“Why do you want people to watch you, Miss Pope?”
She cups her breasts with a sigh, rolling her nipples between her fingers. “So everyone would know I was his, sir.”
“And you are his, aren’t you?”
It’s just a game. Just a game.But not even the role-play can remove the possessive stab of jealousy in my chest, because dammit sheismine.
“Yes, I am, sir,” she says softly, her head tipping back as she keeps playing with her tits. “All I can think about is him being inside me, the way it felt when he lost control and came inside me, it made me feel like I only ever want to be his.”
This isn’t feeling like a game.
I want to pull over and fuck her now, in the car. She’s starting to squirm in her seat, and I know she’s needy, as needy as I am. The quiet highway streaks past us as I speed towards our house.
“How did your fantasy end, Miss Pope?” My voice is gravelly, my grip on the steering wheel is like iron, and I’m trying like hell to steer the conversation back to the game, the fantasy, not the very real desire to spank Amber until her ass is raw, then fuckher until every hole is full of me and she never leaves my bed again.
Caveman. Fucking insane caveman.
“I came so quick,” Amber says, and her voice is more like a moan now, a breathy, needy moan as she squeezes her nipples. “Because he was so big, and he fucked me so hard. But he didn’t stop, even when I was clawing at the mirror, he kept fucking me, and telling me that I was his dirty little slut, just his, to fuck whenever and wherever he wanted.”
Where can I pull over? Fuck, I need to pull over now.
“And then he came.” Amber undoes her seatbelt and kneels on her seat, reaching over to undo my pants, and frees my cock, feathering her fingers up and down my length. “He pumped me so full of cum, it was running down my legs.”
Fuck. Goddamn. Are we nearly home? We have to nearly be home.
“Keep driving,” Amber murmurs, and I expect her to give me head, or jerk me off til I explode all over the steering wheel. But she pumps me gently, running her thumb over my tip to collect the pre-cum that won’t stop leaking, and does nothing more. “I want you to take me to a club,” she whispers in my ear. “I want you to sit back and watch other men fuck me, but only because you say they can. I want to be tied down and blindfolded, and be used while you watch. And then I want you to fuck me. In my pussy, my mouth, even in my ass if you want, because I’m yours and you can do what you want to me.”
I swallow down my groan. “You want to be shared with other men?”
“I want to be used, Theo.” She presses her hot lips to my neck. “I want to be fucked and used like a doll, I want you to fuck my mouth til I choke. I want my pussy to be so sore I can’t walk. Because you did it to me, and I wanted you to.” She licks my skin, and I can’t suppress this groan anymore, my cock swelling andtwitching in her hand. “I want to be yours, Theo. Your dirty little slut. Can I be that for you?”
A serrated breath bursts from my lungs as I take the exit towards home. I wrap my hand around Amber’s, stilling her movements but lifting my hips to grind myself against her palm.
“You’re my dirty little slut,” I say, and she smiles against my skin. “And when we get home, you’re to go inside, take off this dress, and go to my room. Get on your knees, and wait for me there.”
“Yes sir,” She snuggles against my shoulder, continuing to stroke my dick, until we pull into the driveway of my house. The street is dark, and quiet, and Amber adjusts her dress before I open her door. She takes off her stilettos and tiptoes silently across the driveway.
I stride after her and unlock the door. But once we’re inside, when Amber moves to obey me, I grab her arm and spin her against the wall. Her big eyes gaze up at me, her breath coming heavy.
The door falls closed, and I want to keep playing this game, I want to maintain control. I’m the dominant here, right? I should be able to keep the scene going.
But I fucking can’t.
“I should be better at this,” I murmur, threading a hand into her hair. “I should be, shouldn’t I?”
The corners of her mouth tug into a grin. “Better at what? Being the big man?” She cranes her neck, to nip at my lips with her own. “You think that’s all I want from you? The dom?”
Our breath is mingling, our lips brushing but not completely touching.
“Isn’t it?”
