Money Shot (86 page)

He is completely calm, in control and obviously enjoying the view of me slowly breaking into subspace.

I faintly nod.

“Say it then,” he commands. Of course.

I look at him, still with that sheepish smile on my face, completely happy about being where I am. But yet, my eyes are begging him to leave me be. To not make me say out loud what appears to be so obvious. It is one thing for him to say it, but entirely different if I am asked to do so.

“I…I…” I stutter.

Why is this so hard?

He sighs and puts his glass away, placing it in a little holder next to the mini bar.

He leans over to me and places his hand on my knee. Without saying a word, he slowly moves his hand upwards, under the fabric of my dress until he reaches the lace hem of my stockings. He smiles triumphantly.

“Look what a good slut you are for me already,” he whispers. “And yet, you cannot say it out loud?”

I blush and shake my head.

“I want you to, though,” he keeps pressing. He gently pinches the skin on my upper thigh. “Say it.”

“I’m your little slut,” I blurt out. “Your fuck toy.”

“And what do you want?”

“To please you,” I breathe as he starts moving further, getting closer to my warm center. “To serve you, Sir.”

“Mhm.” His hand has reached the fabric of my thong. He subtly beckons me to spread my legs by pinching the inner side of my thigh.

I obey and move them apart so he has more leeway.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

He starts stroking along my folds, only the thin fabric of my thong between my wetness and his fingers.

“You are burning, little girl,” he comments. “Are you wet?”

I nod. “Yes, Sir.”

“Why is that? Tell me.”

“You, Sir,” I whisper, closing my eyes in embarrassment. “It is because of you.”

“Is that so,” he whispers.

He turns around to the front, momentarily staring at the blackened glass wall that is separating us from the driver.

“We’ll be on the road for a while,” he says, now looking back at me. His hand is still between my legs.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“A safe place.”

I raise my eyebrows. “That sounds as if you’re kidnapping me.”

“Maybe I am,” he says. “I want to keep the risk of us being seen together as minimal as possible. That’s why we’re taking a little drive.”

“Into the woods?” I joke.

He laughs and shakes his head. “Silly girl. Will a nice hotel suite do as well?”

I shrug. “We’ll see.”

“We’ll see, huh,” he breathes, moving the fabric of my thong aside so he can reach my skin. 

I moan as he reaches my sex. He parts my lips with two fingers and wanders between them with another.

“You are dripping,” he assesses, humming with approval. “What a good girl, so eager and ready for me.”

His finger circles around my clit, causing me to squirm beneath him. I close my eyes and move my hips forward, sinking lower in my seat to greet his hand between my legs. Fuck it feels good, he’s so great with this.

“Oh, oh, watch it!” He warns, slightly pinching me at my most sensitive spot.

I flinch and open my eyes to look over. My champagne glass! I have completely forgotten about it and spilled some of it on the leather. Damn!

I tilt the glass back so it won’t spill anymore and look up at him. His expression is stern.

“Clean that up,” he whispers and withdraws his hand.

I straighten myself up and place my glass in the holder next to where he put his. I look around for a napkin or a towel, but cannot find anything close to it.

“What should I use?” I ask.

“Your tongue,” he says.

I turn around and look at him in shock. “Wha—?”

“Go ahead,” he adds, nodding towards the few drops of champagne between us. “Get on your knees and lick it up.”

His voice is unyielding, allowing no back talk. He looks at me, stern but caring. I would like to see his face when I actually follow his order.

So I do it. The limousine is quite big and has a lot more room in front of the back seats than a normal car. I get on my knees and position myself, facing the seats. His eyes are fixated on me the entire time. I can practically his gaze on my back as I lean over to lick up the spilled champagne. 

It tastes weird, but not as bad as I expected. The leather is rather new and clean, it hardly adds to the taste of the champagne itself. I make sure to lick up every little drop and leave it completely clean before I dare to straighten and look at him, seeking affirmation.

“Good girl,” he whispers while looking down at me and petting my head. He looks pleased. My heart jumps at the words. I crave to hear them as often as possible tonight.

I make an effort to get back on the seat next to him, but he stops me.

“If I remember correctly,” he says. “You are dripping wet. Your underwear must be sticking to you as we speak.”

I blush and try to look away. But he stops me by grabbing my chin, turning my head back up to him.

“No reason to be ashamed,” he says. “I just want you to be more comfortable. Take it off.”

I look at him for a second. “Now?”

He nods. “Yes. Now. Take your panties off and hand them to me.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

He lets go of my chin and watched me as I reach beneath my dress. Just as he said, my thong is sticking to the wetness between my legs. I slowly pull it down, instantly feeling terribly exposed, even though my dress is still covering my naked center.

I awkwardly step out of it while still on my knees, which is not an easy task with such small space—and while being inside a moving vehicle.

I hand it over to him and gasp with embarrassment when he puts it up to his face, smelling at it with relish.

He smiles at me as he puts it aside

“Come here,” he whispers, opening his legs for me to crawl between them.

I do as I am told and kneel before him. He reaches around my upper body, pulling me a little closer before he wanders down my back, beneath my skirt until his hands are on my behind.

“You have such a cute little ass,” he breathes close to my face as he starts kneading my ass cheeks. “Would you let me enjoy it tonight?”

I look at him, unsure what he means. Until I understand. 

“Anal?” I ask, my voice so low it is hardly audible. 

He nods. “Yes, little girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply. “I would love that.”

“Good girl,” he says. “Now, we still have a few minutes left until we reach the hotel I have picked for us. What do you think we should do until then?”

I ponder for a moment and look down at his lap. He is hard. I can see the bulge clearly beneath his suit pants. I look back up at him with pleading eyes.

“I would really like to see it,” I whisper.

He smiles. “See what?”

He knows very well, what I am talking about. Again, he just wants me to say it.

“Good girl,” he whispers while looking down at me and petting my head. He looks pleased. My heart jumps at the words. I crave to hear them as often as possible tonight.

I make an effort to get back on the seat next to him, but he stops me.

“If I remember correctly,” he says. “You are dripping wet. Your underwear must be sticking to you as we speak.”

I blush and try to look away. But he stops me by grabbing my chin, turning my head back up to him.

“No reason to be ashamed,” he says. “I just want you to be more comfortable. Take it off.”

I look at him for a second. “Now?”

He nods. “Yes. Now. Take your panties off and hand them to me.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

He lets go of my chin and watched me as I reach beneath my dress. Just as he said, my thong is sticking to the wetness between my legs. I slowly pull it down, instantly feeling terribly exposed, even though my dress is still covering my naked center.

I awkwardly step out of it while still on my knees, which is not an easy task with such small space—and while being inside a moving vehicle.

I hand it over to him and gasp with embarrassment when he puts it up to his face, smelling at it with relish.

He smiles at me as he puts it aside

“Come here,” he whispers, opening his legs for me to crawl between them.

I do as I am told and kneel before him. He reaches around my upper body, pulling me a little closer before he wanders down my back, beneath my skirt until his hands are on my behind.

“You have such a cute little ass,” he breathes close to my face as he starts kneading my ass cheeks. “Would you let me enjoy it tonight?”

I look at him, unsure what he means. Until I understand. 

“Anal?” I ask, my voice so low it is hardly audible. 

He nods. “Yes, little girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply. “I would love that.”

“Good girl,” he says. “Now, we still have a few minutes left until we reach the hotel I have picked for us. What do you think we should do until then?”

I ponder for a moment and look down at his lap. He is hard. I can see the bulge clearly beneath his suit pants. I look back up at him with pleading eyes.

“I would really like to see it,” I whisper.

He smiles. “See what?”

He knows very well, what I am talking about. Again, he just wants me to say it.

“Your cock, Sir,” I obediently reply. “I would love to worship it until we get there.”

His smile grows bigger. “Good girl. That sounds like a perfect idea.”

He lets go of my behind and leans back, looking at me with anticipation.

“Go ahead then,” he says, beckoning me towards his lap.

I don’t need to be told twice and immediately reach for his bulge, softly stoking it above the fabric of his pants. He instantly gets harder under my touch—and he must be of considerable size, form what I can tell. I gently massage and stroke him for a few moments, until he starts moaning and moving his hips, begging for more. Only then do I reach for his fly and open it. 

His erection springs free as I pull his underwear down as far as I can with him sitting and a smile appears on my face. He is beautiful. Straight and meaty—and indeed of a good size, both in length and girth. Already, he is completely hard, his tip glistening with precum.

My fingertips hardly touch each other as I wrap my hand around him to jerk him off. Slowly at first, with a gentle grip that grows harder with ever motion.