Free The Secret Fantasy Society by Vanessa Devereaux Page B

revealed.
    “You’ll do everything I ask you to do.”
    Obedience was his chosen punishment for me? “And what if I don’t want to?”
    “It’s either that or prison. Your choice.”
    I didn’t have to ponder my options for long. Obedience beat prison any day, but I couldn’t help the tingle I got envisioning exactly what his next orders would be. “Okay, I guess I’m all yours.”
    “Get your coat and meet me down at reception in five minutes.”
    He stood, turned, and I watched him walk away. He had a confident stride and a great ass.
    I logged off my computer and closed my notebook before grabbing my purse and coat and heading out of my office. I rode the elevator with a smile on my face, hoping the other two people who stood beside me didn’t notice it and wonder if I was drunk or something.
    When I got to reception Duncan stood by the glass door now wearing a dark overcoat and black gloves. He held the door for me. As I stepped outside I noticed that a grey limo with tinted black windows was waiting at the bottom of the steps. The driver stood by the back door and opened it when he saw us heading his way.
    “After you,” said Duncan.
    I slid in, feeling the coolness of the plush leather seat against my back and buttocks. Duncan got in beside me, his thigh bumping into mine. I could feel his hard muscles running along the side of his leg and guessed he worked out a lot.
    The driver closed the door and then got in and raised the heavily tinted privacy glass between us.
    “Are we going to your place or mine?” I asked.
    Duncan put his finger up to his lips. “You’ll see when you get there. And as we travel there, you are to do everything I tell you.”
    I eased my butt back in the seat.
    “Open up your coat and blouse for me,” he said.
    I did as slowly as I could, hoping he’d catch on that I’d already decided to tease him this evening. He didn’t take his eyes off me for a second. I pushed back both sides of my coat and slowly slid down the zipper on my blouse. I didn’t have to push that aside because Duncan’s hand was inside it before I had a chance. He still wore the black leather gloves and even through the thick lace of my bra I could feel his fingers moving across my skin.
    “How do you feel knowing I can do this whenever I damn well please?” he asked, passing his fingers over my nipples, making them ache. My breasts suddenly felt heavy with the need to be touched some more.
    “I suppose I should have thought about it before I stole money from you.”
    He pinched the right nipple, taking me by surprise.
    Duncan leaned in and kissed my earlobe.
    “Is this turning you on, Chloe?”
    I suddenly liked that I was being called by another name. As if I could slip into this whole role-playing scenario and not have to think about anything else or the consequences.
    Next thing I knew his gloved hand was disappearing underneath my skirt. He rested it on the top of my thigh while he kissed my neck.
    “You want to tell me about your pussy and what it’s feeling right now?” he whispered close to my ear.
    “It’s wet, hot, and waiting for you to touch it.”
    “I make the rules.”
    He sounded angry, and for some strange reason it turned me on.
    “When’s the last time you fucked someone?” he asked.
    “It’s so long ago that I can’t remember.” I wasn’t joking because it had been at least eighteen months.
    “Then you should be nice and tight for me.”
    He let his fingers splay back and forth over my thigh.
    “Touch my crotch,” he said.
    I reached under his coat, feeling the bulge push against my palm. His cock was hard and I hoped as big as it felt through his pants. I gave it a squeeze, feeling it jerk a little.
    He moved away and got down on the floor in front of me. There was plenty of space for him to get comfortable. Duncan put one of his hands on either side of my skirt and hitched it up until it scrunched around my thighs. He massaged my calves and thighs as his hands