Page 23 of Mastered By Lust

“Do you like that, little girl? Does it feel nice and give you little tingles inside?”

“Yes,yes.” I grip his wrist with both my hands, trying to control his movements.

He’s relentless, plunging his finger in and out. “Are you going to come, right here on a busy street? Anyone could look inside the car—these windows aren’t tinted.”

I can’t speak. I’m so close, shuddering around his fingers.

“If you don’t come before the light turns green, little girl, you aren’t going to come at all.”

His fingers continue working magic. My hips buck upward, chasing his touch. I’m so fucking close, so?—

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He pulls his hand away to move the gearshift.

“Nooo!” I grab his forearm—not hard, I don’t want to cause an accident.

“I’m sure we’ll have to stop at another red light.” He grins, glasses reflecting the streetlights beyond the car.

The next light we hit is green. Gage laughs when he looks over and sees me pouting.

The next one we reach is turning yellow. “Slow down, slow down,” I say.

“I can make it.”

“No you can’t?—”

He smirks and slows to a stop. Thank freaking heck.

Gage slides his hands along my inner thigh, straight to my pussy.

I moan in relief. “Yes.”

Another car pulls up next to us, on my side. I risk a peek and see it’s a single driver in the car, a good-looking man who looks to be in his late twenties, early thirties. He gives me a fuckboy grin.

“Did you make a friend, Leah?” Gage plunges a finger inside me again.

I quickly look away from the stranger. “No, Sir.”

“I think you did.” His smile is challenging as he looks past me and makes eye contact with the other guy. “I think you should come, and he should watch.”

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Leah

He wants me to come? Right here in the car while that guy can look in and see everything?

“Well?” Gage slides his fingers along my bare pussy lips.

“No, this is a bad idea.”

“Are you going to use your safe word?”

I purse my lips and shake my head. He got me. I want this, I’m embarrassed that I want it. If he “forces” me, it takes away my need to make this decision and feel guilty about it.

Smiling in triumph, Gage uses his free hand to lower my window. The guy in the car next to ours lowers his.

“Do you consent to watching her come?” Gage calls across me.

“Fuck yeah.” The guy sounds amused and intrigued.

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