Free Pink Buttercream Frosting by Lissa Matthews Page B

hands held her wrists and stilled her movements.
    “Push me a little more, sweetheart. You’re lucky I’m letting you keep the shirt on at all.”
    “Aidn, please.”
    He smiled, wicked and predatory. “I love when you beg. Do it some more, baby girl, and you’ll ride home completely naked with my come leaking out of your sweet cunt.” When she shut her mouth tight, another retort right on her lips, he feigned a disappointed pout. “Awww damn. And I wanted to fuck you right here, right now.”
    In the moonlight he could see the shifts and changes in her eyes. She wanted him. That hadn’t changed and a relief unlike anything he’d ever felt before flooded him. She might be pissed at him, but she still wanted him. Lust was present in both of them, and so was something else, but he’d ignore that for now and concentrate on getting them home and into bed.
    Reaching between them, he unsnapped and unzipped her curve-hugging faded jeans. In her heels, the top of her head reached his upper lip.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Inside.” He punctuated his words by opening the passenger door and helping her in. He’d never been this rough with a submissive before, but quite honestly no one had affected him like this, add to that the knowledge that she wanted him, desired him… She brought out the man, the dom, the animal all at the same time. He wasn’t sure which way was up anymore.
    He fastened the seatbelt across her body, making sure that it wouldn’t rub her raw, then closed the door and walked to the driver’s side. Once fastened in with the engine on, he glanced at her. She was sitting quietly, stoically, and she was beautiful.
    “Are you wet, Bailey?”
    She inhaled sharply and he waited. She closed her eyes and he waited. She licked her lips and let out a shuddering breath and still he waited for her answer.
    “Yes.”
    He reached out and tugged gently on one of the soft curls around her face. “Did the flogging make you want to come?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good. Spread your legs, slide your hand inside your pants and play with that pretty pussy for me.”
    He leaned close just as she turned her head to face him. He licked at her lips and she sighed.
    “Yes.”
     
    “Where are you taking me? This isn’t the way to my house.”
    “No.”
    “You said you would take me home.” Where was the panic in her voice? She was half-naked in his Jeep, riding through downtown streets, her fingers toying between her legs, and they weren’t headed toward her side of town.
    “I am.”
    “But…” Why was she still so wet?
    “I didn’t say whose home though.”
    “I—” She shut her mouth. He had her there, damn man.
    Silence ensued and she laid her head back against the headrest, turned slightly toward him, watching his face, the square set of his jaw and his hands, the way they gripped the steering wheel, flexing and relaxing against the leather. She could look at him every day and never tire of it. Something about his good-looking, boy-next-door-hiding-a-deep-dark-kinky-secret flustered her and set her body on fire. A man who should have never been interested in her under normal circumstances wanted her for all the primal and primitive reasons she longed for. His dominance and her submission.
    She continued to stroke herself as she watched him. The flogging still echoed through her and that Aidn had witnessed at least part of it turned her on even more. Passing her finger over her clit, she gasped and drew her bottom lip between her teeth. She did it again and tilted her hips up. She wanted to spread her legs wider, dig down deeper inside her pussy. She wanted to close her eyes against the pleasure, but she didn’t want to lose sight of him.
    He reached over and touched her then, tweaking her nipple, eliciting a moan as she arched her back in the seat. As though she were a puppet and he the puppet master, she reached for more.
    “Good girl.” Her stomach fluttered at his approval and her clit ached for