“Aleksandr, you can’t be?—”
She doesn’t even finish before I arch a brow, my voice dropping into a slow, dangerous warning. “All this back talk tells me you’re looking for a punishment.”
Her eyes go wide, big as saucers, and I swear I can see the exact second the thought of what that means sinks in. A flush crawls over her cheeks.
Without another word, she spins on her heel, practically scrambling into the car like the seat is the only safe place left in the world. Her little ass disappears inside, fast, while I stand there smirking like the devil himself, savoring every second of her surrender.
I slide in after her, quickly closing the door to see her staring at the roses on the seat with both of her legs up.
“There’s a driver up there,” she whispers pointing at the partition.
“I know,” I chuckle leaning in closer, my hand snaking up her thigh. “You didn’t seem to mind an audience when you were sucking my dick in the middle of that restaurant four days ago.”
“I was never going to see those people again, besides we were on vacation, crazy things happen during vacation,” she whispers.
“Crazy things are going to happen in the back of this car,” I inform her and her eyes look all innocent, all wide-eyed and fear- ridden in a way that only makes my dick harder. “Undress.”
“Aleksandr-”
I grab the flowers off the seat and pass it through the partition. “Jackson, take these flowers, roll up the partition and take the long way home.”
“Yes sir,” he says, doing exactly as he is told while my wife stares at me still fully dressed and unwilling to listen to my clear instructions.
“Why am I repeating myself to you so much today, Moya?” I snarl, my body leaning over hers as I pinch her cheeks in my hand.
“I just-”
“Safe word me.” I command and she shakes her head no. “Then take off your clothes, before I do it for you.”
Her lips part. A tiny gasp.
“Yes, sir,” she whispers, the submission dripping from her tone like honey, and I feel it everywhere as I lean back to watch her undress for me.
The tips of her ears tinge pink and her hands tremble slightly as they go to the strap of her yellow overalls. One clip pops. Then the other. The bib of the overalls falls forward, and the loose fabric pools around her waist, leaving just her white thermal sweater hugging her body.
“Keep going,” I murmur.
She nods, climbing awkwardly in the seat as she shimmies the overalls down her legs. They catch on her Ugg boots, and she curses softly, kicking them off one by one until the boots and overalls are discarded in the floorboard.
Bare legs now, soft and smooth, goosebumps rising along her skin from the chill of the car.
Her hands go to the hem of her sweater next, fingers clutching the knit fabric, and she swallows hard and lifts, peeling the sweater up over her head. She tosses it aside, and there she sits—nothing but her matching lace yellow bra and underwear set, skin flushed, her breath coming shallow as she folds her arms over her chest.
I reach out, slowly, catching her wrists and pulling them apart. “Now,” I murmur, my thumb tracing the inside of her wrist,feeling the rapid pulse beneath her delicate skin, “show me just how much you missed me.”
Lily hesitates for a moment, her lips parting as if she’s about to speak, but then she doesn’t. Instead, she leans in, her hands sliding up my chest, fingers brushing over the fabric of my shirt. Her touch is tentative at first, but it doesn’t take long for herconfidence to grow. Her palms flatten against my pecs, and I can feel the heat of her through the material as she drags her hand down lower and lower.
I hiss at the sensation, my hands move to the buttons of my shirt, fingers working quickly to undo them. As the fabric falls open, Lily’s gaze drops, taking in the sight of my bare chest. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I can see the desire burning in her eyes.
“Did you miss me Moya?” I tease as her hands slide over my skin, fingertips exploring every inch of me. Her touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine, and I can’t help but groan as she leans in, pressing her lips to my chest.
“Yes,” she whispers, her lips against my skin. Her mouth is warm, her tongue teasing as she licks a path up to my collarbone. She nips at the skin there, just hard enough to make me suck in a sharp breath, and then she’s kissing her way back down, her hands moving with her, sliding down to the waistband of my pants.
Her fingers fumble with the button of my pants for a moment before she finally gets it undone, and then she’s pulling down the zipper, her breath coming faster now, her chest rising and falling with each shallow intake of air. She looks up at me, her eyes dark with need, and then she’s pulling my pants down, tugging them off my hips and letting them fall to the floor.
I’m already hard, my cock straining against the fabric of my boxers, and when Lily sees it, she lets out a soft moan. Her hands move to my thighs, gripping them tightly as she leans in, pressing her face against the bulge in my boxers.
I reach down, tangling my fingers in her hair and gently guiding her head back so I can look into her eyes. “Don’t just look at it baby,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “Start to welcome yourself home.”
