With Delaine and that contract, that was exactly what I had. So why was I questioning it?
Because somehow it felt different. Different was good. And when different was wrapped around my cock, it was really fucking good.
Okay, that solved my mysterious momentary lapse in direction. With my head screwed back on straight again and motivation rekindled, I waited for Delaine to join me in the limousine for our shopping trip. Lingerie shopping. I was really looking forward to it, too, even though I knew it was only going to add to the permanent rise I was sporting in my Levi’s. But that was okay because I was wearing the loose-fit ones, commando. That should keep me from busting through the zipper, right?
Wrong.
Samuel opened the door for Delaine when she finally came out to join me, and I swear I could have killed Polly Hunt with my bare hands. Or maybe I should give her a raise.
My million-dollar baby was wearing a little black cotton skirt that barely covered her ass, and a blue tank top, the same color as her eyes, sans bra. Judging by how hard her nipples were, I’d say the limo was a little chilly and I needed to have Samuel turn the air-conditioning down. Or not. A high ponytail and black peep-toe heels completed her ensemble, and I mentally noted both as things to hold on to while fucking the shit out of her again in the very, very near future.
“How was your date with Polly?” I asked, trying to get it together because I was about five seconds away from the very near future, figuratively and literally.
“I had a lot of fun with her,” she said. “But you were right. She is extremely nosy. Lucky for you, I’m quick on the draw.”
She laughed, and it sounded almost dainty, so unlike what I’d seen of her so far. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I mean, if she started acting all innocent and shit, that could potentially make me feel worse about what I was doing. I needed to piss her off or get her to piss me off.
“Mmm-hmm, that’s nice,” I answered quickly. “So you don’t have anything on under that skirt, do you?”
“What?” she asked, taken aback. “Um, no. You threw out all of my clothes, remember? And you wouldn’t let me buy any underwear when I went shopping with Polly.”
“Let me see,” I said with a nod.
“Let you see what?” she asked with a slight edge to her voice.
“That pretty pussy.”
She arched her brow at me defiantly, but I met her stare.
“You’re serious?” she said incredulously.
“Yes, I’m serious. Lift the skirt, goddamnit!” I was an ass, I knew it. But I had to raise my voice to really piss her off.
“You’re such a jerk,” she mumbled with a roll of her eyes, but she begrudgingly pulled up her skirt to reveal my toy anyway.
Delaine was looking at me like I’d lost my fucking mind, which, admittedly, I probably had. But her expression changed when I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock.
“What are you doing?”
“Come here and spit on it,” I said, ignoring her question.
“I tried to sit on your dick in the hot tub, and you said we couldn’t do that yet. But now when we’re in a moving vehicle, with someone sitting on the other side of a thin glass barrier and hordes of people all around us outside the car—now you want me?”
“I said ‘spit,’ not ‘sit,’” I corrected her, and then she got a look of disgust on her face. So of course I had to clarify the purpose. I mean, I didn’t want her to think I was some sort of fetish freak. “I need the lubrication.”
“For what?”
“My dick is harder than a fucking titanium rod and I can’t fuck you, but you come out here with your nipples all pert and your skirt barely there and I can’t take it anymore! I need some release. So if you don’t mind—and even if you do, I really don’t give a shit—I’m going to jack off before I end up taking you like some savage caveman. Because I most definitely cannot even think about you in fucking lingerie in my current state.”
“Oh,” she said simply, her mouth keeping the O shape for longer than was necessary.
I felt like a dirty old man paying for pussy. Oh, my God, I’d paid for pussy.
“Why not just order me to suck you off?” I could always depend on Delaine’s sassy attitude to pull me out of my funk and set me back on track. “After all, you did pay an awful lot of money for me to make you feel good.”
I smirked. “Because I think you’re starting to like my cock in your mouth a little too much.”
She reached across the space between us and slapped me. Hard.
Finally we were getting somewhere.
I grabbed her wrist and yanked her into my lap, turning her over to lie across my legs, with all the rounded, creamy glory of her bare ass staring me in the face.
“Obviously you forgot your place in this relationship, Delaine, and you must now be punished like the little brat that you are.” I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her pert ass. A red palm imprint grew across her flawless skin and I felt my balls draw up tight. I’d fucking branded her, and damned if that didn’t turn me on.
She was mine.
She jerked in my hold and tried to scramble away, but I slapped her ass again, reveling in the way it bounced with a slight jiggle.
“You bastard! Let me go!” she screamed, her face red with anger.
“Tut, tut,” I reprimanded her. “Name-calling is another no-no, naughty girl.”
I smacked her ass again, harder this time, and then rubbed my hand over the pink wheal that was beginning to rise as a result. She flailed her legs, inadvertently spreading them wide and giving me a fantastic view of her sweet pussy. I angled my wrist and smacked her bare lips next. Once, twice, three times. And my little naughty girl moaned.