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  “So naughty; do you want me to take you here, right now?” I asked, pressing myself against her, knowing she felt me as she let out a little gasp.

  “Yes.”

  “You would have me take you, knowing all those people are outside, probably hearing all the sounds your filthy little mouth is making?”

  “I can be quiet,” she said.

  “I don’t know if I trust that,” I said, leaning in to kiss her again, hungrily, grinding against her and biting at her bottom lip. She yelped as I did so, though it was obvious she was doing her best to stifle it.

  “I told you,” I said, stepping back with a smug look on my face. “When I’m involved, it’s not possible for you to stay silent.”

  “Can we go back to your place then?” she whined. “I’ve been waiting long enough.”

  “As long as you ask nicely.”

  “Can we go back to your place, pretty please?” She shot me a sexy puppy dog face.

  “And?”

  “…so that I can pleasure you?”

  “Much better.” With a grin, I pulled her against me to kiss her one last time, squeezing her ass for good measure, before stepping back to rearrange myself. When we exited, it wasn’t quite so obvious what we had been up to and knowing what had just happened behind closed doors made us both slyly nod at each other.

  She fixed her hair and adjusted her dress, though there wasn’t much to be done about her lipstick. It had stayed on well for most of the night, but with the way I had been kissing her, it hadn’t lasted any longer. She carefully wiped the rest of it off, putting on a little bit of lip balm so that she at least looked a little more decent. Then she turned back to me.

  “Shall we be off?” I asked.

  She smiled, a coy little expression, sidling up closer to me and grasping my arm. “Let’s.”

  I couldn’t take my eyes off her as we left. I knew no one else could as well. Oh, we were a sight to behold, emerging from an empty room, just the right amount of disheveled to suggest something had gone down, though people might not know exactly what.

  We weren’t questioned as we pushed through the crowd, laughing as if at some inside joke, and headed straight for my car. Briefly, I contemplated the merits of starting things as soon as we got back to the parking lot, unsure if I could control myself long enough to keep my hands off her until we got back to the apartment.

  It would make driving back a pain, sure, because I definitely wasn’t going to make love to her in the back of the car, especially not for the second time. It would probably be better than hungering for her at every stoplight, teasing her lips and pushing her dress up to finger her before it turned green, only getting her to moan once at the pleasure before I had to remove my hand.

  I would ruin the leather interior that way.

  Not that I minded much, especially when it came to things involving Bella.

  Instead, I settled for yanking her into the backseat and slamming the door behind us, letting out a guttural growl as she smiled up at me, her hand already reaching around her back to pull her zipper down.

  I stopped her with a grip on her wrist.

  “Let me do that for you, beautiful,” I said, kissing her hungrily as I reached around to slowly pull her zipper down, savoring the sound and her little groans as I nibbled at her bottom lip, teasing her until she granted me access.

  “You’re so fucking hot; it’s difficult to resist,” I whispered in her ear as I eased the sleeves down her arms, exposing her breasts to the chilly air.

  “Mmmm, what are you going to do about it?” she teased, a suggestive lilt to her voice that made me shiver with anticipation, cock throbbing, almost painfully so. God, I wanted her now, and I wanted her fast, and I wanted her hard. But I knew it was the anticipation that made everything worth the wait, and I had been keeping it up for so long….

  I would just allow myself a little taste.

  “Maybe I should punish you later,” I replied, my eyes going dark as I bent to nip at her breasts, taking them in my mouth and teasing them with my tongue and teeth in a way that made her gasp, especially when I exposed them to the cold air again, sensitizing them that much more.

  I smiled as she squirmed, kissing her mouth again, letting her taste the cold on my tongue, pushing myself against her so that she could feel how turned on I was. How sexy she was to make me feel this way, even being completely clothed moments before.

  “Are you taking me right now?” she asked with a little moan as I nipped at the skin of her neck, considering the benefits and drawbacks of clearly marking her as mine.

  She wasn’t; that much was true. And I wasn’t hers, and she knew it, and that meant that nothing between us could ever be permanent.

  “While the possibility makes me tingle with delight—” I said, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, working my way back down to her breasts, hands on her hips guiding her so that she could feel me, and I could feel her. “—I don’t think having sex in the back seat of my car is exactly the encounter I promised you last time we parted ways.”

  “No, it’s not.” Her voice was breathy, and I knew that if I pushed up the hem of her dress to reveal her bare pussy—the nature of the garment didn’t allow for anything underneath it—she would be soaking wet. “But I want you; I want you now—”

  Sebastian cut her off with a hand to her throat, not squeezing tightly so much as reminding her of his position in all of this, and subsequently hers. “But it’s not about you right now, is it? You’re intoxicated, my naughty little girl. Intoxicated on desire. And people who are intoxicated don’t always make the best decisions.”

  She looked up at me with wide eyes, her hips rising beneath to brush up against me, sending another rush of blood to the area. I growled, a bit in arousal, a bit in displeasure that she would think to disobey. I rested most of my weight back on my knees and pushed her hips down, a bit forcefully, with my free hand.

  “Uh-uh, what did I say, beautiful?” I released my grip so that she would know it was her turn to speak, though I didn’t doubt she could have spoken even with my hand on her throat. The only thing that was holding her back was distraction, and desire.

  “That I can’t make the decision,” she forced out, still maintaining eye contact.

  I smiled in delight at her submission. Oh, how I relished in this power, in the control I had over these encounters. It made me feel alive; it made me feel right inside.

  And though I might not admit it, it made me feel whole again.

  “That’s right. And I’ve already decided that even if I might want a taste of your sugar-sweet lips now, we’re saving the real stuff for later. Besides—” I sat up, pulling Bella with me, though her top was still unclothed, “—what’s the fun of doing things with so little space? I’d rather have room to move, a bountiful supply of options for where I want to take you, where I want to make you scream out my name.”

  Slowly, Bella pulled her dress back on as I exited the back seat, making my way over to the driver’s side with a self-satisfied smirk on my face. I knew how to handle these situations.

  It seemed, at times like these, that Bella and I were at least the perfect sexual match. She desired to be dominated, and I wanted someone to submit. A play of power was the perfect way to keep things interesting, add a little bit of spice into what might become mundane after too much repetition.

  Bella climbed over from the backseat into the passenger side, obviously grappling with the desire to touch herself as she strapped in. And I followed suit, re-arranging my erection in my pants before joining her in the front of the car.

  “Do you promise to give it to me when we get back?” she asked, looking up at me with glittering eyes.

  “I make no promises, except that I have no idea how long I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you,” I said with a wink and then turned the key in the ignition.

  The car ride was too long, and I could have sworn that we hit every red light on the way. I was having a more difficult tim
e than I thought I would, a painful throbbing in my crotch constantly reminding me of how badly I wanted her, of how much I needed her. I couldn’t imagine that Bella was doing much better, especially since I had commanded her not to touch herself until I could pleasure her again, and I had no doubt she was following my commands. We both got off on it, and there was no shame in admitting that.

  “Fuck,” I breathed as I was forced to stop the car again. How could my luck get this bad on a night when it was supposed to be so good?

  “Me?” Bella responded in a hopeful little whisper, making me laugh in spite of everything. “It’s not too late to park the car.”

  “Ah, my little temptress, but what’s the fun in that?”

  “Am I really that irresistible?” She asked the question with a smile, clearly already knowing the answer.

  “You’re so damn irresistible that I may have to satisfy some of these cravings if we hit another red light, and I pride myself in being very in control.”

  “Mmmm, tell me more,” she said, a mischievous expression crossing her face as she inched her dress up her leg.

  “You’re so damn sexy I want to fuck you all the time, no matter where we are,” I said with a growl as the light turned green.

  I stepped on the gas. I had to focus on the road, so I couldn’t face Bella directly, but I noticed her dress inching further up out of the corner of my eye.

  “There’s nothing to protect your seats,” Bella said with a little sigh that clearly said she didn’t care about that at all. “And I’m so wet.”

  “If you cum all over my seats, I’m taking you to court,” I replied, voice low and admonishing.

  Bella shivered with delight. “You can do that?”

  “I’m a lawyer, my little Bella. I can do what I want.”

  “And what would you prescribe as my punishment?”

  Never mind that that was the job of the judge and she would have to be found guilty first by the jury; I was down to play this game. “I’d have you clean it for me.”

  “Mhmmm?”

  “Wearing nothing but a tight little skirt and an even tighter top, and have your ass hanging out as you bend over to wipe up the mess you made.”

  “Sounds like more of a reward for you,” she purred.

  “Oh, you don’t have to pretend; you know you’d enjoy every moment of it too,” I said, a hand reaching over to squeeze her knee. “Especially moving those hips and shoving that tight little ass in my face as if I didn’t know exactly what you were doing. And then you know how I’d have to reply.”

  “How?”

  “By bending you over the seat and taking you right then and there.”

  “You’d make the seats dirty again,” she said, but she wasn’t protesting.

  “Oh yeah? I bet you’d clean them up again for me.” I slowly walked my fingers up her leg, stopping to give her thigh a good squeeze and then retracting my hand away as I pulled into the parking lot of my building.

  “Pull your skirt down; we still have to get up to the apartment,” I said, opening the door as quickly as I could and speed-walking to the elevator, knowing that Bella was scrambling after me.

  I didn’t care who saw us—it didn’t matter what they thought, because tonight I was getting exactly what I wanted.

  Well… maybe not quite. But it was close enough, and that wasn’t a fact I could face with my mind so clouded by desire and need. We almost didn’t make it to the doorway. I was already unzipping Bella’s dress as I struggled with the keys. She was unbuttoning my shirt and loosening my tie as we stumbled inside, and I locked the door behind us.

  I usually wasn’t like this and was often more controlled and calculating. But the desire I was feeling for Bella brought all of that crashing down. It was a miracle that I even managed to get this far without making some scene with her in public, or breaking my promise of a thrilling time by taking her in the back of my car—which had to be one of the most anti-climactic and uncomfortable experiences when you had already done it before, and I preferred not to relive that first time.

  I groaned as Bella reached for my belt, stopping her gently. “No, you first, darling; you’re still much more clothed than I am.”

  That wasn’t true. The top of Bella’s dress was slipping down her arms, while I had the entire front of my shirt unbuttoned and my tie was hanging loosely around my neck. But I wasn’t about to give up the position of dominance in this situation.

  “Strip down,” I commanded. “I want you to be standing naked before me before I remove another article of clothing.”

  She rushed to obey, slipping her dress down the length of her body, making sure I was watching as she stepped lightly out of it. She then tossed her shoes to the side one by one.

  God, she didn’t look quite human standing before me now.

  She seemed like a goddess, like a Venus painting or a marble statue of Aphrodite. Except, she was aware of her nakedness in a way that those figures were not. Not in that she was ashamed; no, the awareness was much different than that. It was in the way that she smiled at me, that one corner of her rosy lips turned up slightly more than the other, in the set of her body as she swayed her hips to one side as if she were dancing the rumba.

  It was in the way that she knew her beauty, and she knew the effect that her nakedness had over me.

  And she relished in it.

  “What would you have me do next?” she asked, snapping me out of my trance.

  I looked down at her, maybe a little wickedly as I removed my tie and slipped out my shirt, revealing the muscles that rippled beneath my skin.

  “Kneel.”

  She did, settling her weight back on her heels as she looked up in anticipation.

  It was almost too much, seeing her there, bare, ready to follow my every command, hungering for me, so vulnerable and so beautiful.

  I did not think of Lillian at that moment, for Bella was nothing like Lillian, no matter how much I might compare them.

  While Bella relished in giving up her power, in letting someone else control her, Lillian was more hesitant to do so and quickly sought to take some back for herself. Bella was the figure of a perfect goddess, ready at my fingertips at any given moment, ready to give herself to me fully in whatever manner I pleased. And while Lillian might be an important part of my past—and I hoped part of my future, no one had ever made me feel like this before.

  “Come to me, on your hands and knees,” I commanded, and Bella obeyed, her figure somehow still graceful as she crawled towards me, the curve of her spine like a perfect crescent moon.

  “Now undress me,” I said, gesturing to my belt and pants.

  Looking up at me with wide eyes, Bella did as I asked, slowly undoing my belt and then sliding my pants down, helping me to step out of them first, and then out of my briefs, revealing what had been throbbing with desire for her this entire time.

  “I think you know what to do,” I said, and she nodded, biting her bottom lip and looking up at me through thick, dark eyelashes.

  “Of course; your wish is my command.”

  She rose on her knees to meet me, taking my cock in her soft hands and swirling her tongue along its tip.

  I shuddered with pleasure. God, I wanted this for so long, had needed this, and now that she was doing it, I didn’t know if I ever wanted this moment to end. She began to work the shaft with her hands, sliding the head into her mouth and sucking before releasing. She did this a few more times, releasing a great deal of pleasure in my abdomen, before moving onto other tactics.

  Her mouth moved up and down, creating a pleasurable pressure as she did so. Groaning, I thrust into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of it filling her, of knowing that she was taking me so well. My shaft increased in size as she continued her endeavor, I could tell she was getting wetter as I grew inside her mouth.

  Her saliva dripped all over me and overflowed to the bottom of my scrotum, making us both hornier by the second. She continued with her deep throating and suckin
g maneuvers, and small sounds escaped me as to verify the pleasure she was making me feel. Bella made direct eye contact with me as she took me in fully and held back a gag, knowing it would make me explode with even more desire. She was a succubus, and she knew it.

  It wasn’t long before I was pushed over the edge, and Bella swallowed my cum on her knees, looking up for approval as she licked her lips.

  “Did I do well?” she asked.

  “Better than well, baby,” I said with another moan. “Now it’s my turn to do something for you.” I reached out my hand, letting her take my fingers in her own and pull herself up until she was standing before me.

  “Do you remember those purchases we made, what seems like forever ago now?” I whispered in her ear. “I would love for you to model them for me.”

  Bella giggled a little. “Of course. I would love nothing more.”

  With my hand low on her hip, I led her to the bedroom, remembering only for a moment that I hadn’t brought her there yet, and hadn’t necessarily been planning to. Leaving her standing by the door, I retrieved the bag of our earlier purchases and handed it to her.

  “Choose whatever you want to wear first, but I want to see all of them,” I said with a wink, ushering Bella out with a little tap on her butt.

  It seemed like too long the first time, and I had begun to regret making her leave my bedroom to change, even if it did allow for a better surprise.

  Then she entered, resplendent in a dramatic red piece. It was a bodysuit with a plunging neckline and a dramatic, hand-adorned train that made Bella seem like some goddess prancing through the woods in sexual reverie. It showed off her breasts perfectly, and the cut out from the sides accentuated her shapely hips.

  “God, I want to fuck you so bad right now,” I said as she sauntered towards me, her hips swaying in time with the words.

  “Then why don’t you?”

  “Because you still have more pieces to show me.”

  I stood from where I had been seated on the bed to meet her, spinning her around in a circle so that she could show off every aspect of the piece. I drew her back towards me, pressing kisses to her neck and spine, making my way down until I met the lower back of the bodysuit. Then my hands climbed up her legs, squeezing her thighs first and then teasing her clit through the fabric.