“You’d best get changed into some dry clothes then.” He moistened his lips as he drew back into his own seat, watching her attentively.
“Why do I get the feeling you just want me out of these clothes?”
“Because you know how much I enjoy having you naked,” he answered easily. “You can be naked under my coat.”
She squirmed at the direct look he gave her but felt her smile returning. “You’re impossible,” she whispered.
He nodded in agreement, completely unapologetic. “Shall I get you a change of clothes then? Or…”
But she was already wriggling out of her soaked shirt and dropped it to the lambs-wool rugs on the floorboards. The diamond pattern of the red leather against her spine felt quite nice, contrasting with the warmth from the heater and the plush texture of cashmere.
“I am going to make a mess of your fancy car,” she teased, dropping the bra, and then wriggled out of her snug jeans. The rain made the task challenging. The fabric felt molded to her body, clinging to her.
“It’s only rain. Can’t be as bad as other things we’ve put on these seats, my sweet,” he said, watching her. He leaned in and kissed her softly. “I look forward to making up for pressuring you all weekend, princess.”
His peppermint breath tickled over her mouth as she returned his kisses. She shivered when his hand slipped under the coat to cup her bare breast. The pad of his thumb caressed over the perked bud of flesh. “You’re still cold. Perhaps we should just go to my house and I can warm you up properly.”
She gasped at the slow caress over her nipple and rose toward him. He pinned the bud between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and pulling it until she whimpered and cried out in delight. “We should g-go to the…mmmm…fuck, Leo!”
“Yes. Fuck Leo. That sounds delicious,” he whispered, teasing her nipple again while kissing her neck.
“Oh, you’re already in trouble! No fucking for you.” She covered his hand with hers to still his caress. “I can’t believe you’re real. Tonight…I thought—”
“I’m not going anywhere, princess, unless you release me.” He looked past her into the rainy night and his brows furrowed.
She followed his gaze, twisting around. Vans was parked across the street, staring back with jaw set and eyes hard.
“Maybe she just wants to watch us fucking,” he suggested, bowing his head forward. His black curls fell loose to tickle against her neck while he planted warm kisses on her skin.
“I don’t think that’s a look of desire. It’s more like blood lust,” Ursa said quietly and cupped his face. She drew his attention up with the steady coaxing of her palms. “We should go. Can we just go? I don’t want to provoke her.” She curled into his side, feeling a prickle along her spine. Images of the vase of roses shattered violently in her mind’s eye. “She wants you very badly.”
He turned his head and kissed her palm. “I’m taken,” he answered, reinforcing his words with a slow caress along her nipple. Squeezing her breast meaningfully, he slipped his hand away. “Of course, we can go, princess.”
Chapter 3
The Drive
Traffic was horrible. Not shocking for a Friday at rush hour. It was worse when they were both pent up from the day. Each mile felt like hours. Ursa cuddled against his side, pressing her cheek to his shoulder, letting the tension uncurl from her as they sat in traffic.
“We should have taken today off and gone up earlier,” he murmured, turning down the music to speak to her.
She lifted her head with a small laugh. “I don’t think I could have skipped a day.”
He made a small sound in the back of his throat and then asked, “Would you have allowed me to support you for the day?”
She wanted to say no instantly but as she watched his serious profile, she smiled instead. “If you start supporting me, you’ll discover you have to continue indefinitely.”
“That is a completely acceptable risk for me.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
He smiled and glanced at her and then slid his hand over to cover her knee through the coat. “I have a particular kink that includes lavishing my Mistress with all the comforts she desires and many she’s never dreamed of. So, it’s for selfish reasons.”
“Did you ever do this with the ex?”
Leo’s smile slipped away and he shook his head. “Our partnership was different, Ursa. We were strictly together during events when she desired my company. It was fine for a time but I needed more.”
She slid her hand to his chest, covering his heart. The warm murmur of pleasure vibrated through him as she snuggled in tighter.
“As I said, I’ve never felt this way about anyone, Ursa.”
“Not even this?” she asked, fingers drifting down his stomach to cover his belt buckle. Lower she stroked, cupping his cock in her palm. She gasped at how hard he was. “Oh!”
“Certainly not this,” he growled, smiling impishly at the road ahead.
“It’s a long trip.” Her fingers deftly unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. She watched his face in the shifting lights of the cars and trucks on the highway.
“Oh, Mistress,” he growled with a pang of need. “I’ve wanted you desperately all day after you swaggered out of the car shaking that fine ass, sexy minx.”
“I might even pleasure you. Or I might just tease you to teach you about the risks of pressuring me,” she whispered, enjoying the way his body tensed and his hips shifted restlessly. She longed to coax him out and see him bare.
“Whatever you desire,” he murmured, his voice respectful.
“I want to know what you do for a job,” she said. “Since you are clever and able to twist the conversation around on me, maybe this will keep you focused on answering me.” She traced his cock through the silk boxers. The red fabric matched the leather seats of the car.
His throat worked and he shifted under her fingers, his cock swelling thicker, tenting the fabric under her caress. “I am chief financial officer at a large corporation.”
“Ah, so that’s why you are so bossy,” she teased but rewarded his answer by pulling the boxers and slacks down with some careful adjusting of cloth and his lifting hips. Bowing forward, she brushed a kiss to his exposed skin, her damp hair tumbling across his stomach, making him suck in a sharp breath.
“Yes, Mistress. And why I enjoy you taking control of me.”
“What company do you work for?”
He hesitated and she paused her stroking. “Do you not trust me with the information? Think I might tell someone what you do in private?”
He made a small, pained sound and squirmed a little more. “No. Of course not.”
“Would you take me to a company event? Or would you be ashamed?” she asked, frowning up at him.
“Mistress! I’m never, ever, ashamed of you. Of course you’d come with me to events if you—” He blinked and glanced at her, suddenly curious and eager. “Are you suggesting you would want to go?”
Of course he’d try to turn the questions on her. She playfully squeezed his balls and he whimpered in that sweet mix of pain and pleasure. “We’re talking about you right now, pet. I’m glad you wouldn’t be ashamed to introduce me to your vanilla work mates. How would you introduce me?”
“That depends on if you’re living with me and if…ughn…Mistress. I-I’d introduce you as my girlfriend.”
Oh, he was adorable with the hesitations and squirming. She released her grip on him and bowed forward again. As she blew a soft breath over the head of his cock he whimpered.
“Not Mistress?” she asked. “Are you sure? Maybe I’d write slut on your chest under that fancy shirt before we go.”
He shivered and groaned softly, trying to bite back the sound. They were still crawling through the traffic. She eased back her torment a little. Her fingers wrapped around the base of the beautiful cock, squeezing.
“I would find out where you work if we go to that party. Why try to hide it
from me if you’re not worried?”
“Because I’ve never shared that before.”
“Marcie must know.”
“Well, yes…but that was so long ago. Before we got serious in the lifestyle. You’re right though, it doesn’t make sense now that we’re dating. I work at Adler Enterprises.” He waited but when she didn’t say anything added, “They are a large environmental corporation. There are a number of subsidiaries as well that focus on various aspects. It’s…a large company.”
“I’ve heard of them,” Ursa said, pleased her voice didn’t flounder. “They are…huge.”
He mmmm’d at her and nodded in agreement, amused by her understatement.
She was awestruck. CFO at Adler. She stared at him and realized why he did not want to tell her. She felt instantly intimidated by him, except she was the one squeezing his balls with greedy fingers. She was the one who controlled him right now. “What would happen if your bosses found out?”
“Found out about you?” He grinned at her and growled, “I’m not keeping you a secret, Mistress.”
“No, I mean about the lifestyle.”
“I keep myself very well masked and one of my coworkers is a member of the play parties as well. I watch his back, he watches mine. I keep my personal life away from work. Well…until this beautiful Owl swept in and ruined me.”
“Oh? Ruined, are you?” she asked with a laugh and stroked up his length and back down to his balls. “Poor, sweet boy. So ruined!” She smiled as he moaned. His hips bucked toward her hand in a primitive, needy thrust. “You might blow your wad all over that steering wheel. I wonder how hard I can make you come.”
“Mistress, please! I can’t—”
“Oh, but I think you can,” she purred against his neck while stroking him. It felt delicious stroking his massive cock, her bare breasts and stomach against him. Only the overcoat shielded her chilled body as the car traveled the congested freeway.
He gritted his teeth around the moan of pleasure. Her thumb smoothed over the slippery slit at the crown, smearing his pre-cum into his skin. His whole body tensed and she could feel the hammering of his heart.
“The drivers in those cars might see you,” she whispered between her kisses up to his ear. “When you come, they’ll be so jealous of me because I’m the one who has you. I’m the one who owns these orgasms. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Mistress. Oh, fuck yes.” His steely resolve fractured as her fist stroked up and down his dark cock. Pre-cum drooled more freely now, making the shaft slippery, like lube for her hand as she moved faster over him.
“Come for me,” she whispered, biting his earlobe. Her tongue caressed the trapped flesh as her fingers pumped around his hard cock. He let out a broken roar of pleasure. Along his length, his pulse thundered in her hand as cum shot from him.
It was one of the most beautiful images of her life. The pearly fountain shot from the swollen head, the force of his broken restraint creating enough pressure to gush his seed along the steering wheel and the console. Cum trickled over her fingers and wrist as she continued to stroke him, milking out every last drop of his seed.
They’d always used condoms before. His orgasms were controlled and captured before she could see the wonderful creamy mess of it. She moaned, squirming in her seat, feeling her sex pulse and tighten in needy echoes of his climax.
He panted roughly in the driver’s seat, shuddering and shaken at the skin-on-skin contact during the hand job. Even now, he shivered and quaked as she held him. His cock remained rock-hard despite his glorious climax.
“Fuck,” he whispered and glanced at her, expression dreamy.
“Eyes on the road,” she teased, leaning down to get her shirt and used it to clean up what she could. The cold, rain-damp shirt against his hot manhood made him gasp. She even managed to tidy up most of the other mess while grinning to herself.
He remained silent, attention ahead and brows drawn together over a thoughtful, heavy-lidded gaze. She leaned into his side once the dash was clean. Shirt dropped back to floorboard, she nuzzled into his shoulder, listening to the traffic and soft music.
“Mistress?” he asked after a very long time.
“Yes, Cupid?”
“We didn’t use a condom.”
“Mmm, we didn’t,” she agreed. Looking up at him, she saw the tight lines around his mouth and drew her head back.
He glanced at her and his expression softened. “I’m glad. I didn’t think you’d want to…touch it. I’d heard—”
“Cupid…” She cuddled back into his side. “I really, really liked it.”
His breath escaped as a small whimper of pleasure and his arm looped around her, pulling her in closer.
She must have drifted to sleep in the curve of his arm and chest. Somewhere beyond the steady thrum and dreams she felt his warm caress over her breast and lower on her stomach.
Sleep melted as she woke to the sensation of his big hand cupping her sex. His thumb playfully circled her clit. Her eyes flew open and lights of the highway flickered overhead faster than the steady flare of headlights in the traffic jam. They were driving at a good speed down a straight length of road.
She murmured in pleasure and let her legs fall open wider as his thick finger slowly pressed into her pussy.
“Hello, my sweet,” Leo growled huskily as the finger claimed her. He curled it upward to her G-spot, knowing just where to caress to make her body respond with a buck and arch for more. “So greedy! Is this how you always are when you wake up? Mmmmm!”
“Leo!” she gasped and reached down to clutch his wrist.
“Sssshhhh! Let me feel you, sweetheart. Please, Mistress. You are so hot and wet. I want to pleasure you.”
She cried out as his finger shifted inside her, drawing out, and then a second joined the first. Another thrust and a third joined the pair and she felt impossibly stuffed with her Leo.
Her Leo.
She moaned out his name and gripped his wrist. Not to stop him, though—just to feel the strength in him.
“Oh God, you’re slick and ready. You need this, don’t you?” he whispered just above the engine and road noises around them in the car.
“Yes!” she cried out and his fingers curled, relaxed and plunged in deeper before drawing out to thrust all the way in and flex, pressing into the heat of her until she moaned in pleasure. “Don’t stop,” she begged, writhing and fucking against the trio of fingers spearing her wider.
“Never!” he snarled, fucking her faster and harder with his fingers. It was her imagination maybe, but the car seemed to travel faster. Faster! And she was coming. She screamed out his name as her climax overwhelmed her. Her body bowed against the plush leather seats. The overcoat slipped down her thrashing body but all she cared about were the long, dark fingers pleasuring her.
It was just a beginning. He thrust into her through the climax, drawing it out with skillful ripples of fingers and then plunged in again, fucking her with them again to build her up. He crooned to her, watching her from the corner of his eye while his focus remained on the road. Even with his attention splintered, he could send her right over the edge again, screaming and begging for more.
“Tahoe and our room cannot be here fast enough,” he said brokenly.
On impulse, before he could think to coax her into another mind-blowing orgasm, she pulled at his hand, drawing him from her, and lifted his fingers to her mouth.
“What are you— Oh fuck!” he groaned, shuddering as she wrapped her lips around his fingers. He gripped the steering wheel hard with his free hand while she deep-throated two of his fingers. She suckled the sticky girl-cum from his long fingers.
“Mistress!” His eyes burned darkly into hers and for a moment, she thought he might pull the car to the side of the freeway and have his way with her.
She sucked his fingers clean and then slurped her lips wetly off his fingertips, making him jerk his hips wantonly in the driver’s seat. “Mmmm! A shame you’ve never
had a taste of that before,” she crooned at him as she nuzzled her cheek into his palm.
He made a low, primal snarling sound and pulled her as close as he could while keeping his attention on the road. “You are so fucking sexy.”
She went with his pull, ending up sprawled over the armrest as she cuddled against his side. He thought she was sexy! Her smile couldn’t get any wider. She smoothed her hand across his chest, playfully teasing his tie around her fingers. He threaded his fingers through her hair and coaxed her head to his shoulder where she settled in, her other arm sliding around him.
They stayed that way for most of the drive. When she looked up at him, a wide, dreamy smile still curved his lips. He glanced down at her and winked, squeezing her with the arm he had around her. It felt natural, relaxed and perfect. She pushed the memory of her day aside along with the fears for the future. She should go after what she wanted and craved instead of worrying what other people thought or expected of her.
It wasn’t until they made their stop to change into their costumes that the nervous flutter in her stomach started.
Leo had arranged a room at Granlibakken resort for the weekend. His car would be kept there while they stayed at the Tahoe house. It was part of the usual arrangement. Guests and patrons kept their identities protected, which included the cars of those parties invited. This was the usual place he stayed. A limo would come get him first while another came for her. It was part of the game and ritual for guests and patrons to arrive separately.
The room was beautiful. It seemed a waste that they wouldn’t get to enjoy it. There was a balcony, a fireplace and a spa tub. It was far too nice to be used only to hold their clothes. A bottle of wine chilled in a bucket on the marble counter along with a pair of glasses and a small tray of finger foods and flowers.
Flowers.
She had received flowers a couple times in her life. They were the grocery-store bouquets wrapped in plastic. Once for a birthday and once from a blind date. Neither of those had been roses. These were long-stemmed, champagne-pink roses spilling over the vase with hydrangeas and ivy cascading from the table to the floor. It was the sort of arrangement she would expect at a wedding.
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