“I don’t want their pity,” she said firmly, shoving her hands in her pockets. “I just need to get out of this stupid town, that’s all.”
Nodding, he brushed his hand down her arm, pulled her hand from her pocket, and raised it to his lips. “I’m not saying you don’t. But go because you’re running to something, sweetheart. Not away from something. It’s more than they deserve, but how bad would it be if you gave them a chance?”
Tears pooled in her eyes. Blinking them away, she pulled her hand back and stepped closer to the refrigerated case. Her hand reached out and grabbed something, throwing it angrily in the cart. “Not going to happen.”
He exhaled slowly. “Fair enough. But could you at least declare the grocery store neutral ground so you can shop like a normal person?”
“I’m shopping like a normal person!”
“Really?” he asked, arching his brows. “So what exactly do you make with pig’s feet? Some traditional family recipe you’re going to share with me?”
She stared at the package.
He replaced the package on the shelf and moved next to her, so close that their bodies touched from her shoulder to her feet. Whispering conspiratorially, he said, “How about we teach them a lesson, and you just get what you need without paying any attention to them at all?”
She stared at him, wide-eyed. “How do you suppose I manage that?”
He called her attention to a doorway near the tea shop. “Why don’t you go into the ladies room? When you come back, I want you to give me your panties.”
Shock passed over her face, and she gaped at him. “You’re out of your mind.”
“Perhaps. But I’m willing to bet you won’t be thinking about anyone else in this grocery store but me.”
She pushed him, but when he didn’t move, she stepped away, breaking the contact he’d created. “You really don’t get the whole bedroom/not-bedroom thing, do you?”
A slow smile lit his face. “Sweetheart, don’t think you can educate me on what constitutes bedroom activities. Geography has nothing to do with our play. And I promise you, if you obey me, your reward won’t be taking place in a bedroom either.”
He saw her pupils dilate and heard her breathing quicken.
Leaning in to whisper in her ear again, he nipped her earlobe. “Give me your panties, Victoria. Once we’ve gotten what we need to fill your cupboards, I’ll be filling something else. If you’re lucky, I’ll move the car to a corner of the parking lot before I fuck you senseless.”
She gasped, but he saw her consider his words. He pushed the cart along the refrigerated case, quickly tossing things in as she stared at the door he’d indicated. When they passed it, he stopped and turned.
“Do it, Victoria,” he ordered, his voice quiet but stern and commanding. “I know you want to please me.”
She looked from his face to the door and back again. He saw her shiver, and she wrapped her arms around herself, but then she turned and took one tentative step toward the door. Then another. And another. As the door closed noiselessly behind her, Michael smiled. She was a natural submissive, he thought. It would take time and patience to prove it to her, but he had both in spades.
He had just started to wonder if she’d found a back door out of the store when she emerged from the restroom, her face crimson. She stepped in beside him, muttering. “Let’s go,” she said quietly.
Firmly he wrapped his hand around her arm to stop her movement as she tried to push the cart. He held out his other hand.
“Don’t you have something to give me?”
He hadn’t thought she could get any redder, but her cheeks and her neck turned almost burgundy, her eyes pleading.
“I did it. Don’t you trust me?”
“That’s not what I told you to do, Victoria. I want them. Now.” He glared at her with a fierceness he knew would stop most criminals. He was relieved when it worked on her as well.
She shuddered but reached into her coat pocket and fisted them into the tightest ball of fabric she could. She seemed so afraid he would humiliate her. Slowly she brought her hand out of her pocket, and he closed his much larger hand over it.
Her shoulders relaxed as she realized he was going to take them without letting anyone see. He tightened his fist around them, only the tiniest glimpse of pink satin fabric visible as he clutched the panties in his hand. Bringing his fist to his nose, he sniffed and then smiled.
“I love how you smell when you’re aroused,” he murmured in her ear. “I bet your pussy got wet just thinking about what you were going to do, didn’t it?” She stared at the floor, and feeling merciful, he didn’t demand a response.
Shoving his hand in his pocket, he stored his prize and began to push the cart again. “Let’s get this shopping finished. I’ve got some cooking to do.” With a wink, he added, “I bet I’ve got something simmering already.”
She curled her hand into the crook of his arm, and they proceeded back into the aisles. Watching her, he could see how distracted she was every time the gusset of her jeans rubbed against her wet center. Several times, he slid his hand into her back pocket, squeezing gently.
By the time they reached the checkout, the cart was full. She wasn’t so distracted that she didn’t fuss about him paying. Rather than snap her out of her light daze, he pulled the ingredients for dinner from the pile and allowed her to pay for the rest of the groceries, insisting he would pay for dinner that night. Détente achieved, they were soon loading bags in the trunk as the sun disappeared over the back of the store.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard, taking her lips with abandon. When he finally came up for air, he scanned the parking lot. “I think I see the perfect spot. Climb in the backseat.”
She looked at him, surprised.
“Bucket seats won’t work for what I have in mind. Go.” He opened the door and guided her in. Quickly he hopped in the driver’s seat and turned the heater on full blast. It was awfully cold out, and virtually none of the warmth from the drive over had remained. At first the air was cold, but it quickly changed to a warm blast. By the time he circled the lot, taking the long way to prolong her wait, the blowing air had changed to hot and the interior of the car was becoming more tolerable.
He knew she’d be hot soon enough.
Backing in, he parked on the far side of a trailer not hooked to a tractor. It wasn’t far from an overhead light; he’d seen them blink on just as they’d left the store. The shadow from the light next to the trailer would help to conceal them while making her feel they were exposed. Based on what she had admitted to him, the potential of being caught was something that had spiced up an otherwise unsatisfactory vanilla relationship with her husband.
He slid into the backseat and pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling his as she faced the dashboard and the parking lot beyond it. As she began to protest he placed his hand over her mouth.
“You don’t have permission to talk.” Removing his hand, he clarified. “Moaning and other sounds are fine, but no words. Do you understand? You may answer.”
“I understand,” she said breathlessly.
He pinched her thigh, leaving his hand there.
“Uh, I understand, Sir.”
He slid his hand directly to the thickness of denim that had been torturing her throughout the store. Every time he’d removed his hand from her back pocket as they’d walked the aisle, he’d pulled her jeans up slightly, pulling them tighter against her pussy. He’d done the same using her belt loops, eventually ensuring that with every step, she was unbelievably aware of her nakedness and her arousal.
Pressing against the seam and the overlap of fabric, he angled it until it pushed against her clit. She moaned.
He told her how proud he was of her for obeying, how much it turned him on to know she was naked underneath her jeans for his pleasure, how he’d thought of nothing but her wet pussy from the minute she’d walked into the bathroom. She began to squirm against his hand.
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bsp; Never stopping his attention or his monologue, he unzipped her coat and slipped his hand inside. His fingers, still chilled from the cold, slipped under her shirt and went directly to her nipple, making her gasp and moan. At first she tried to pull away, but as his fingers warmed and his touch intensified, she arched into him, seeking more.
She let out a small cry when he pulled his hand away, but shivered when she felt him unbuttoning her jeans.
“Lift up, baby,” he instructed.
The space was cramped, but she leaned forward and pulled herself up using the headrest for leverage. He tugged at her pants; as she closed her thighs to help him, his hand slipped under her to push the denim more firmly against her clit, and she moaned. Withdrawing, he used both hands to pull her jeans down past her calves. She whimpered. People hurried in and out of the store, and she gasped when the occasional beams of headlights swept over their vehicle as drivers navigated the aisles of the parking lot.
He shifted them over slightly so that she was directly behind the center console, more exposed and directly in front of the heating vent that warmed the backseat.
“Should I pull up your shirt too? Maybe someone will see.” His fingers left a trail of goose bumps as he reached up to grab both of her breasts.
He pinched her nipples through her bra and then pulled the fabric down under her breasts, which lifted and pushed them together delightfully. One hand remained, teasing her nipples, as he moved the other back to her pussy, sliding one finger slowly between the moist folds, drawing up liquid from her arousal to increase the sensations as he caressed her clitoris.
“You’re soaking wet, you naughty girl. I think you’re a bit of an exhibitionist too. That makes me happy. I can’t wait to take you in the club.” The moan she breathed out could have been from the increasingly firm strokes to her sensitive flesh or from the idea of him fucking her in a public area. Michael thought it was a little of both.
He hadn’t intended to take his time. He wanted to bring her a quick release to reward her for her obedience. The smell of her arousal filled the car, and he tugged first one nipple and then the other while he circled her rapidly engorging clit with his finger.
“Spread your legs wide for me, baby.” She obeyed immediately; he thrilled at her obedience.
He plunged two fingers inside her and pressed down on her clit with his thumb. She was a quivering mess under his hand, her breathing ragged and her body quaking in his arms. As her breathing became erratic and he felt the flutters of her orgasm begin, he took his hand from her breasts and stuck a finger in her mouth.
“Suck it, Victoria. Get it nice and wet.”
The feel of her tongue nearly undid him. More than anything, he wanted to be buried inside of her. His size would have made the maneuver challenging, but more than that, he wanted her to lose control at his hand. As much as he wanted release, he wanted to know she craved his touch more. She ground against him, his erection almost painful, and he increased the force and speed of his hand inside her pussy. He pulled his finger from her mouth with a loud pop, then slipped it underneath her and pressed it against her tiny puckered hole.
“Are you ready to come for me?”
She moaned in response, clenching her cheeks around his finger.
“Let go, baby. Let me hear you,” he commanded.
His fingers thrust in and out, his thumb stroked her up and down, and she panted. Her moans turned to cries as she began to quiver around his fingers. He pressed a fingertip at her tightly clenched rear entrance, and when she arched back against him, finally overwhelmed by her orgasm, he pushed the tip inside her. She screamed and then clamped her hand over her mouth, bucking in his lap as she came.
Leaving his finger inside her to the first knuckle, he moved it only slightly, just wanting her to be aware of its presence as he slowed his thrusts in her channel, tapping her clit with his thumb. She shook as the orgasm faded, little aftershocks rocking her against his chest.
When she finally stilled, he removed his fingers, first from her ass and then from her pussy, feathering his wet fingertips over her clit lightly as he released her from his grasp. Cleaning the moisture on his fingers with his mouth, he moaned at the taste of her.
“Mmmm… I think I may need to eat you for dessert tonight.” He straightened her clothing, rubbing her nipples gently after returning her bra to its rightful place. She dropped her head back and shivered at the touch. He let her zip and button her pants after he helped to pull them up.
“I suppose you’re wondering if you’ll get your panties back,” he offered.
She cleared her throat slightly before answering. “Well, now that you mention it…”
He chuckled. “I think I’ll save them. As a souvenir of our first trip to the grocery store.” He warmed at the thought that it might be the first of many.
“Well, I have to say, if that’s going to happen at the end of every shopping trip, I might just agree to go back to regular grocery shopping after all,” she said, grinning widely.
Chapter Nineteen
She collapsed against the seat, eyelids heavy as her jeans pressed uncomfortably against her naked and still-swollen sex. He pulled out of the parking space and turned back toward the storefront.
“I need to run into the liquor store for the marsala wine. Why don’t you wait in the car? You look worn-out,” he observed.
She could only nod and gave him a weak smile.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”
He was only gone a few minutes, but before he returned, she’d reclined her seat slightly and was half-asleep in the warmth of the car.
As he headed out of the parking lot onto Center Street, he slipped his hand into her jacket and squeezed, gripping first one breast and then the other, causing her to moan. Her nipples hardened under his attention, and he ran his thumb over each of them in turn, lust surging back to her pussy.
He continued to tease her until he had to merge onto the highway. She wondered where he got his stamina. She was shattered again.
It was difficult for her to stay awake. Victoria found herself slipping into exhaustion as they drove back to her house. Michael laughed quietly as she fought the pull of sleep, finally rubbing her thigh after he’d parked and telling her to take a nap while he made dinner.
Realizing it was ridiculous to refuse, she shuffled to her bedroom and left him to the groceries. He’d insisted he’d be more than happy to unload the car; if she hadn’t been beyond tired, she’d never have allowed it, but she just couldn’t function. She marveled again at how exhausting orgasms could be.
She woke to warm hands massaging her shoulders.
“Time for dinner, sleepyhead.” She groaned and snuggled deeper into her pillow, fighting the strong hands that soothed her neck and back while pulling her from sleep. “You need sustenance, sweetheart. Wake up now.”
The smell of something delicious finally forced her to open her eyes. The aroma of garlic and wine hinted at a mouthwatering meal; if it smelled this good in the bedroom, she could only imagine how it would smell in the kitchen, and how it would taste.
He stood so she could slide out from under the covers, and he let out a low whistle when he saw she’d stripped out of her jeans. She pulled on a pair of sweatpants and ran a brush through her hair while he watched. She could see the slight disappointment on his face when she dressed, but he didn’t say anything.
Entering the kitchen, she saw the table was set and a wonderful meal laid out before them. Lifting each lid with a flourish, she saw pasta with a delicate herb sauce, chicken sautéed with wine and mushrooms, and a green salad with what looked like vinaigrette dressing.
Leaning up on tiptoes, she gave him a firm kiss on the lips. “If you cook like this all the time, I may have to keep you,” she said, laughing.
“If that’s all I have to do for you to keep me, I’ll order my chef’s cap and apron right now and call it a day.”
She ate with enthusiasm, complimenting him
profusely as she enjoyed the fruits of his labor. Once she’d had a chance to nap, her appetite was fierce from the activities of the day.
As they pushed the last of their dinners around on their plate, satiated by the delicious meal, Michael leaned forward and the mood shifted around him.
“I need to ask you a question.”
She pushed her plate away and leaned back, butterflies forming in her stomach. His tone and the serious look on his face set her nerves on edge.
“Okay,” she said hesitantly.
“I’d like to take you somewhere tomorrow. But I don’t want to scare you. Sundays are usually pretty mellow compared to Fridays and Saturdays, but it still may be a little intense for you.”
“Are you talking about that club you mentioned…um, before?” She still couldn’t figure out how to refer to their intimacy. Accustomed to saying things like while we were making love or when we were in bed, how could she describe what he did to her on her living room floor?
Smiling, he showed her how. “Yes. It’s the place I mentioned while we were playing. Club Marquis. It’s good to have someplace where people like us can be ourselves, you know? And meet other, well…like-minded people.” He ran his hand through his hair before rubbing his neck. He looked like a teenager asking a girl for a first date.
Victoria blanched at his reference to people like us. What kind of people were they? The nagging fear that there was something wrong with her had niggled at the back of her brain throughout the day, and his words brought it straight to the forefront. As she reacted, though, his eyes narrowed.
“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” he asked sternly.
“No! Of course not.”
“But you think there’s something wrong with you?”
She blushed. “It’s normal to want to be in control, to take care of yourself. That’s you. But me… Why do I react the way I do to you?” She leaned forward, resting her face in her hands. “There has to be something wrong with me if I can only be interested in sex when someone’s pushing me around.”
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