“I am yours, Lucas. Do with me as you will. I will love whatever it is you choose to bestow on me and I’ll take it without complaint.”
He lifted his hand to cup her cheek. His eyes shimmered with dark promise. “I am very glad to hear those words. Especially tonight.”
She cocked her head to the side, rubbing her cheek along his palm. She didn’t ask him why. She simply waited for what he would tell her. Or not tell her.
“Tonight I’m going to give you to another.”
She went completely still, shock rendering her unable to move or react. She stared back at him, but he too was waiting and in no hurry to further explain.
“Does that excite you?”
“I don’t know. It’s …surprising.”
“Why would you find this surprising? I’ve discussed with you in the past that I find enjoyment in giving the woman I own to another man so that I can watch and enjoy.”
She nodded. “It’s just that you never have. In the beginning I expected it. But as more time went on, you seemed content not to share me with other men.”
“Does it bother you that I seek to do so now?”
She frowned, unsure of how she felt. She’d considered such a thing just a short time ago and found that the idea excited her. The idea. There was a huge difference between what sexually excited her in theory and what actually aroused her in reality.
More than once, a kink that she was excited to try turned out to be something she didn’t enjoy at all. Would this follow in the same vein?
Now she wondered if the night out at the club had been a mere taste of what was to come. Had he tested her to see how receptive she was to having another man’s hands and mouth on her body?
And what had prompted him to take this step now? Was he bored with her? That thought sent panic and dismay racing along her spine. Had their time together come to an end? She shook the idea away because there was no way she could hold it together thinking such things.
“Ren,” he prompted.
“It doesn’t bother me that you would do it,” she said slowly. “I’m unsure of whether I would enjoy it. The idea excites me, but it also frightens me. My trust in you is absolute but doesn’t extend to another man.”
He stroked her cheek again. “All very valid points. And if I told you the man in question was Cole Madison?”
Her eyes widened in shock. Her pulse bounded, firing so rapidly that for a moment she swayed, suddenly dizzy.
“Cole?” she whispered.
She closed her eyes and foregoing all discipline, she turned away from Lucas. He didn’t reprimand her nor did he force her to look back at him. He slid back onto the seat behind her, silent, as he waited.
Then, “Take off your skirt, Ren.”
Her eyes flew open and she blinked. Her fingers were curled into tight fists on the seat between her splayed thighs.
“You have precisely three seconds to do as I’ve told you or you will regret it.”
The bite in his voice slid over her like a razor. She was numb with shock. And questions. She had so many questions.
Was this some bizarre test?
“One,” he said quietly.
She jolted to awareness. Lucas never had to punish her for disobedience. It would be the height of disrespect were she not to perform his order.
She scrambled upward in the seat, pulling at her skirt until it pooled at her feet. She kicked it away, but she still didn’t face him. She didn’t want him to see how undone she was.
“Now the top.”
She fumbled with the tie at her nape, loosening it so that it fell down her waist, uncovering her br**sts.
He got up and moved to the back of the limo, to the seat that faced forward. The rasp of his zipper sounded loud in the dead silence. He lifted his hips to shove his jeans down over his hips, but he left them there, then pulled his c**k over the band of his underwear and fisted it, pumping up and down, bringing the already hard length to even greater erection.
“Get on your hands and knees on the floor. Present your ass to me. Face the divider.”
She rose, careful not to bump her head on the roof.
“Crawl to me,” Lucas ordered.
She went down to the floor and then maneuvered on her hands and knees until she faced him. Then she turned to do as he’d told her and waited, ass pressed against the seat, his legs on either side of her hips.
He gripped her behind and then pushed her forward as he scooted to the edge of the seat. She started to walk her hands forward to give him more room, but he administered a sharp blow to her ass in reprimand.
She went still, palms dug into the floor, mouth trembling, her mind in chaos.
He reached underneath her legs, hooked his arms and yanked her up and back so that she was unbelievably spread, her body tilted downward and her feet hit the back of the seat.
Instead of thrusting into her, he reached down, positioned his c**k at her entrance and then gripped her legs and pulled her onto him.
The position forced her elbows to bend and her cheek now rested on the floor. Her br**sts were flattened against the rough carpet.
He slid his arms from underneath her and gripped her waist with both hands, moving down to anchor at her hips. He eased her forward and then yanked her back again, seating himself deeply inside her.
Each bump in the road, every slight dip, even the rougher surface of parts of the highway. She felt them all. One hand left her hip and he reached down to tug at her hair.
“Now, let’s discuss a few things. Who do you belong to, Ren?”
She made sure she could be heard. “You.”
He yanked her back again, taking her breath away. He was hard. Very hard. He felt so rigid inside her. Almost like she could feel the anger pulsing from him through his c**k and into her body.
“If I choose to give you to another man, is it my right?”
“Yes.”
“If I give you this time with a man who once meant something to you, you will be grateful and you will thank me. Furthermore, you will do everything he tells you. Are we understood?”
Her stomach clenched and her chest tightened. “Yes.”
“It is for you I do this, and you will not shame me.”
“Never,” she whispered, broken over the mere thought of bringing shame to this man.
“If I have the driver pull over to the side of the road and tell you to f**k him, you’ll do it.”
“Yes, Lucas.”