Free Livvy's Devil Dom by Raven McAllan

watched as her hands moved to the hem
of her flirty little skirt. "I want to see you make yourself come, hear
those delicious little moans and sighs you make as you start to come. And hear
you roar and sob as you make yourself go over the edge. But"—he started
the engine and drove out of the car park—"you're not going to come until I
tell you."
    "Oh,
yeah? Says who?"
    Damn, she was really
trying his patience. His fangs ran out, and his incisors began to show.
    "I do, pet, and
unless you want a red ass to go with your red pussy, get that thong off, and
get your fingers working." He roared, and not because he was coming,
either. Sometimes, she just didn't know when to stop. "So, the choice is
yours."
    "Some
choice," she muttered.
    "Remember just
who you're talking to, pet."
    As he slowed for a
corner, he glanced over and saw her pull that black, sexy, lacy scrap down her
legs.
    "Give it
here." He held a hand out.
    "Why?"
    "Just bloody
well do as I say for once without arguing, Livvy. On Wednesday, we need to be
together, no whys or says whom. I say, and we do. That's the end of it."
    He plucked the lace
from her and kissed it, and took in her scent, as he watched her eyes widen.
Ah, it was all her, pure Livvy. Satisfied, he shoved the thong in his top
pocket.
    "Start," he
said. The tone of voice demanded obedience. "Talk me through. Don't argue,
sass me, or come up with stupid excuses. Just do it."
    "Are you ready
for this, Sael? Don't crash my car or take your eyes off the road. How would
you like to explain we ended up in a ditch because the sounds of me fingering
myself turned you on so much you lost concentration?" She was purring.
Purring, for the Devil's sake—he hoped.
    "Oh, that won't
happen." Swiftly, he turned the car into a lay-by. "Because
you're going to come here. Outside."
    He switched the
engine off, got out, opened her door, undid her seat belt, and took her arm.
    "Come on."
He looked about the large, grassy area. A few picnic tables dotted the
landscape, and the only people there, other than themselves, were a couple with
a child in a buggy and a large dog on a lead. Far enough away, he judged, to
see nothing, but close enough to add a frisson of awareness to Livvy.
    "Sael, Sir, I
can't. Anyone might see."
    "And your
problem is? Come Wednesday, you're going to do a lot more than play with
yourself in front of other people." He said it in as reasonable a tone as
he could manage. "So, sit on that bench, bare ass on the top. Lift your
skirt, spread your legs, and show me. But do not come until I say so."
    He waited. If she did
this, then Wednesday was going to be so much easier. By then, she had to do as
he said without even thinking about it.
    He watched as she
nervously checked the position of the other couple. Apparently satisfied they
couldn't see, she sat cautiously on the wooden table, her skirt lifted from
underneath her.
    "If I get
splinters," she began.
    "I'll take them
out. Lift the skirt. I can't see." She moved the skirt upward. "Higher, Livvy. Now, wet your fingers, put them deep
inside you, and show me." Slowly, she moved her hand. Sael leaned forward
and lifted the hem to her waist. Then he delivered a tap on top of those now
damp, red curls.
    Livvy gasped.
    "Need to move
faster, love. Every time you don't follow my directives, I need to remind you.
The pussy-tap is said to be the biggest turn-on ever known. That was a
reminder. I could get you to come by showing you."
    She rubbed herself.
"Er, no thanks. Shit, I'm getting so turned on, and I'm so scared here.
What does that make me?" She looked up at him, and her eyes twinkled with
amusement.
    "Beautiful."
He bent his head, kissed her where his hand had landed, and felt Livvy clench
her thighs. He stopped her with his hand.
    "Oh, no, you're
open and you stay open. Or I'll use something to make you stay open. It seems
you've forgotten, you're supposed to be talking me through your feelings."
Hell, his cock was so hard, he wasn't sure he'd