Page 26 of Mob Princess

“Sean, I’m not going to last. Please, may I come? Please.”

“No.”

I wail. I’m so close, but he stops moving. He doesn’t pull out. Thank God.

“I told you. You will come when I decide. You will wait until I’m inside you.” His gaze bores into me. “And that won’t be until tonight.”

“You’re going to edge me?”

“Both of us, little one. Don’t doubt I’m ready to explode.”

“Sean, I can’t do this. I ache so much it’s painful. I need you.”

He shifts and moves me to sit in his lap as he returns to the seat. I’m not straddling him this time, so my legs fall open. He trails his fingertips up my right thigh. He cups my pussy, the heel of his hand rubbing circles on my clit.

“Shh, little one. Rest against me. I promise I’ll take care of you, but I’m not fucking you for the first time in a car. I sure as fuck am not having our first time be a quickie.”

“Then why do this? Why drive me crazy?”

“Why should I suffer alone?”

He grins before he gives me the softest kiss I’ve had in—well, forever. I’m not ready for this tenderness. It’s like sub drop happens, but I’m not his sub, and we haven’t done enough to get that many hormones pumping through me. At least, I didn’t think we had. I curl with his hands still between my legs. I burrow against his chest, and I suddenly have this overwhelming need to cry. Part of it is sexual frustration.

A greater part is that I feel safe and taken care of. Yes, he’s denying me. But he’s doing it to give me pleasure. I like delayed gratification, even if I hate it right now in the moment. He’s giving me what I really need. I don’t want our first time to be a quickie. I don’t want it to be in the backseat of a car. I don’t want to rush into this because I got myself so worked up dreaming about him that I make an impetuous leap I regret by the time lunch is over.

His hand moves to cup my ass, and I sigh. I’m truly content right now. I don’t want to move, and I almost cry again when the car comes to a stop. I feel it shift into park, so we aren’t at a stop light. I realize he still has his hand up my skirt and scramble to get off his lap.

“I decide. My driver won’t open the door until I knock. I heard you do the same thing for your driver. Sit here for a moment longer and let me hold you.”

“Sean, are you going to decide everything?”

“No. But for today, when it comes to pleasuring you, I am. This is for you. I want you more than I know how to explain. And a large part of that is wanting to see you come because I’m the one who did it.”

“That’s possessive.”

“I know.”

Our gazes have been locked since I tried to get off his lap. He’s been confident until this moment. He has a moment of uncertainty. He fears he’s gone too far.

“I want to reciprocate, Sean. I don’t want this to just be about me. I feel the same way about you as you do me. I want to watch you come and know I’m the one who made you. If I thought any of this was too much, I would have stopped you. If I thought you were too possessive or controlling, I would already be out of the car. Instead, I want to curl up again and hide from the world. I want to suck you off and taste you. I want to watch you mark me with your cum.” I take a breath. “I can’t believe I just said all that.”

I’m embarrassed I admitted more than he did. I showed my hand too soon.

“Lina, something is between us. I don’t think it’s just physical, but maybe it is. You called me Sir twice. I’m dominating our physical intimacy right now, but I am not your Dom, nor do I want to be. That isn’t the dynamic I want.”

“I don’t know how well suited I’d be to being a submissive beyond what we’re doing together. I know people who are. I know people who are subs purely in sexual relationships and others who are in romantic ones. If that were what you wanted, I don’t think I’d be the right person.”

“You’re my equal, cailín. In all things. Even when I say I control what we’re doing, you have the ultimate say. If you want something to stop, it does immediately. I will never question your limits. I will never guilt you for stopping.”

“I called you Sir twice, but I also called you Sean. Are you all right with that?”

“Absolutely. Use my name whenever you want. I like hearing it.”

“I like hearing you call me Lina.”

I want to keep hearing him call me that along with cailín and little girl. We just established I’m not a submissive. At least, not anymore. I definitely am not a Little. I know a couple of women who are and one guy. I’ve been part of the BDSM world in Montreal for years. I will submit during most scenes, but I don’t want that kind of relationship. I swap just as often, sometimes being a top and sometimes being a bottom.

As I smooth back my hair, I think about my membership. I can’t imagine being with another man and feeling like I just did. The array of emotions. The intensity of them. But I also don’t want to go unsatisfied when I inevitably leave NYC tomorrow. I’ve considered two clubs in Boston, and I’ve applied for membership at both. I won’t join two, but hopefully, this guarantees at least one. I’ll find someone to fuck Sean out of my mind.

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