The Dom of My Dreams: A BDSM Novel (27 page)

“Oh, God, yes,” I blurted out as I sank into him, positioning myself so I was leaning against his thighs and resting slightly against his chest.
 
He spread my legs wider apart with his knees so he could go deeper inside me.

           
Seton felt enormous in this position, but my body quickly adjusted to him.
 
My clit scraped against the rough material of his jeans, making me shudder with need.
 
I groaned and slid my hands inside his sweater to touch his warm skin, but he grabbed my wrists and placed my hands on either side of his neck.
 
I gave him a quizzical look, but then all thought and confusion left me as he lifted me and lowered me again.
 
Then he did it again.
 
And again.
 
Lifted, lowered, up, down, nice and slow, so good I saw stars.

           
Suddenly, he let go of me and stretched his arms along the sides of his seat.
 
“Ride me,” he commanded, his breath shallow.

           
I flashed him a playful smile.
 
“Gladly.”

           
Pleasure soon overtook me and gripped every inch of me.
 
A breathy moan escaped me as I palmed my hands across Seton’s cloth-covered hard chest and rode him as if my life depended on it.
 
His hips shoved upwards, meeting my thrusts.
 
The ride was oh so slow at first, but it quickly became hard, fast and vigorous, and my naked flesh slapped against his jean-clad thighs as I moved up and down his cock, the steering wheel brushing my ass with each thrust.
 
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain mingled within me, making me loll my head back and scream.

           
Seton moaned and groaned as he moved my hair out of the way and nipped me lightly on the shoulder.
 
Then he reached out to knead my breasts while his luscious lips captured mine in a soft, brief kiss.
 
I blew out a strand of hair that had spilled across my face and peered out of the window and into the darkened parking lot.
 
There were parked cars everywhere, but I couldn’t see anyone hovering around.
 
If someone came by, they would notice the two people fucking their brains out in the driver’s seat of a luxurious Mercedes.
 
The car windows were slightly tinted, true, but no one would be able to mistake the car’s movements and bumping sounds for anything other than for what it was.
 
Oh, how good it felt to fuck at a public place!
 
The danger of getting caught made the sex all the more exquisite.
   

           
“What if someone came by here and saw us, my pet?” Seton asked darkly, voice husky, as he moved one hand down to my pussy and encircled his calloused fingers over my engorged clit.
 
“What if a policeman came by?
 
Or one of your work colleagues?
 
What would you do then?
 
Would it excite you to watch them watching you?”

           
I whimpered loudly and arched my back.
 
His words fueled me, reigniting the already amazing sensations coursing through me.

           
“Wouldn’t you love it,” he went on, “if someone were lurking in the shadows right now, watching you take my big cock into your tight little cunt?”
 

           
I groaned in response, my inner muscles tensing with each scintillating word.
 
I was so primed, so ready, that I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.
 
As if sensing I was getting close, Seton thrust up his hips and began to pump up in a hard, pummeling motion just as his fingers ran a faster circle over my sensitive clit.
 
Oh, God!
 
That felt
so
good, and I was
so
getting there!
 
Oh, yes, so close, right there, right there, right
there
…

           
The climax tore over me in wild, furious spasms.
 
My hands grasped Seton’s sweater in a firm grip as I rode it out through its mind-blowing completion.

           
“Marjorie!” Seton bellowed moments later as he tensed under me, shouting incoherent things while digging his fingers painfully into my thighs.
 
Once depleted, he pulled me against him and held me in his arms, his breath harsh on my neck.

 
         
I collapsed against his chest and shuddered as he delivered feather-light kisses to my eyelids.
 
We were both sweaty and exhausted, and our bodies sagged against each other as we tried to collect our breaths.
   

           
The minutes passed.
 
We just lay there, in each other’s arms, not saying a word.
 
It felt wonderful to hold Seton this way, and he didn’t seem to mind the cuddling at all.
 
In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.
 
His now steady heartbeat mingled with mine.
 

I could have stayed that way forever, but one of us had to break the contact, and I wanted it to be me.
 
Reluctantly, I pulled away from him and met his gaze.
 
A look of sheer smugness flickered across his flushed, handsome face.
 

“I knew it,” he said.

           
“Knew what?”

           
His smile deepened in its smugness.
 
“That you wouldn’t be able to refuse me.
 
It’s not over, Marjorie.”
 
His hand reached up and gently brushed a lock of hair away from my face.
 
“You’re in too deep to let go.
 
You have no power in this relationship, or in anything.
 
I’ve made sure of that.
 
I own and control you, my pet, and it won’t be over until I say it’s over.”

           
My body stiffened.
 
Painful realization washed over me.
 
Seton had been manipulating me all this time.
 
All of the pain, the confusion, the obsession—everything I’d gone through for the past week—was all maneuvered by him.
 
I knew he had control over the terms and conditions, not to mention the sexual acts, of our arrangement, but I had no idea that he was also controlling me in life.
 
He had wanted me to feel those things, had wanted to turn my ordered life upside down—and all for what?
 

“For my amusement.”
 

Those words kept coming back to bite me in the ass.

           
Anger suddenly simmered from my skin.
 
I shut my eyes for a moment, shook my head, and fought back the urge to cry.
 

           
I hoisted myself off of him and moved back to the passenger’s seat with as much dignity as I could muster, which wasn’t easy with my skirt hiked up to my waist and my blouse wide open.
 
I lowered my skirt, buttoned my blouse and turned to face the side window.
 
I heard Seton zip up his jeans and toy with his belt buckle.
 

“Take me home,” I said briskly.

           
I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was staring at me.
 
“Marjorie—”

           
“Take me home!”

           
It took a few heartbeats before Seton turned on the ignition and drove away from the big parking lot.
 
I pressed my head against the side window and closed my eyes, revulsion and self-loathing growing within me.
 

           
“
You’re in too deep to let go.
 
You have no power in this relationship, or in anything.
 
I’ve made sure of that.
 
I own and control you, my pet, and it won’t be over until I say it’s over.”
     

           
What an eloquent way of summing up the nature of our relationship.
 
My body felt happily satiated, sensitive and sore in all the right places.
 
It hummed with physical satisfaction, yet my heart felt heavy.
 
It was cruel of my body to play this awful trick on my heart.
 
I sighed and left a faint mist on the window pane.
 
What a way to end an incredible sexual encounter.
 
Talk about an
anti
climax!

***

The car came to a halt in front of the three-apartment condominium I lived in.
 
I scooted out and slammed the door shut as I dashed over to my house.
 
Seton hurried out of the car and rushed to my side, his fingers pressing into my back.
 
I stepped away from his touch, reached into my bag and searched for my keys.

           
He stepped behind me and tried to grab my arm, but I pulled away.
 
“I’ve upset you,” he stated flatly.

           
“That’s one way of putting it.”

           
I heard him let out a sigh.
 
“Why?”

           
I glared at my front door and said nothing.
 
All I wanted to do was get him and our afternoon of hot sex out of my mind and get on with life as I’d once known it.
 
That was all I wanted.
 
Why was he making things harder than they had to be?

           
“Talk to me, Marjorie.
 
Why are you upset?”

           
I glanced over my shoulder.
 
An earnest expression crossed his face, his eyes pensive.
 
My shoulders sagged as I turned back to the door and leaned my head against it.
 
“I don’t want to see you anymore.”

           
He was silent for a moment, then blew out a ragged breath and said, “Are you going to start with that nonsense again?”

           
“It’s not nonsense!” I bellowed.
 
“I’m serious.
 
I don’t want to carry on with this.
 
I don’t want to continue to be your plaything.
 
I won’t let you play mind games with me again.”

           
“What are you talking about?”

           
I spun to him, eyes narrowed.
 
“You know damn well what I’m talking about!
 
Or are you going to deny that you’ve been using me and manipulating me all this time?”

           
A strange, unidentifiable emotion flickered in his eyes.
 

“Well?” I asked, voice harsh.
 
“Are you going to deny it?”

Seton said nothing, just stood there with his hands in his jean pockets—a tall, dark, brooding presence hovering around me.
 

           
Silence fell.
 
A cool, crisp breeze stirred around us, and I glanced up at the darkening sky.
 
When had it become dark?
 
I didn’t know how much time had passed when he finally spoke, but we’d been standing there, staring at each other, for a long while.

“You knew what you were getting into, Marjorie,” he uttered flatly.
 
“I told you why we were doing this.
 
And you accepted it.
 
So why are you complaining?”

My fists clenched, and I fought the urge to dig my nails into my palms in irritation.
 
“You’re right.
 
I agreed to do it, but only because I thought I could.
 
I’m no stranger to sex without strings attached—”