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As I go to pull away, his arms tighten around me.

“If it makes you more comfortable, change. But listen to me, I think you look incredible. Your ass is completely covered. You fell in love with that dress and it makes you smile. Fuck the restof the world. I’ll deal with them. Just do whatever makes you happy.”

Running the back of my hands along the raised, puckered scars on his cheeks, I feel the roughness of his skin as he leans into my touch. I hardly notice them anymore. His strikingly handsome face, with his chiseled jaw and charming smile, is so captivating it renders his flaws insignificant. They are part of him and I love all of him.

“That is the cutest thing anyone has ever said to me. I’m lucky I have you, big man. You are one of the good ones.”

He chuckles, grabbing my hand and placing a kiss on the front.

“Cute for you and only you, sweetheart.”

My fingers tighten on the cool, crisp lapels of his black suit jacket as I shove him backward. He must have been surprised as he stumbles back, his back hitting the wall. Pulling on his tie, I yank his lips down to mine and snake my arms around his neck, crashing my mouth onto his.

“Mine, Mikhail. Always mine.”

That niggling doubt that Zoya keeps clawing at inside me turns me into a monster sometimes. I love this man and I will do anything to keep him by my side. I know I am his woman. His wife. But, sometimes it is just nice to be claimed.

“Oh, iskorka, you will forever be mine and I am yours until I die, baby.”

CHAPTER 41

MIKHAIL

Song- Dangerous, Royal Deluxe

I pullout onto the freeway, the engine roaring as I slam my foot on the accelerator. Her in that dress has me so sexually frustrated I can’t concentrate on anything other than bending her over in it.

It’s been two days since I started her punishment. Spooning her in bed has been torture, I’m constantly hard.

The next best thing is slamming the corvette around to release some adrenaline. I at least get some blood flow to my brain before the gala rather than it all being in my dick.

“Hey, Miki.”

As I take a left, my hand rests on her thigh, gently stroking.

“Yes, pretty girl?”

“Have you ever had a blowjob while you’ve been driving?”

I choke on a cough, my dick throbbing against my suit pants.

“Fuck. No, I haven’t, actually.”

I want her pussy, not her mouth right now.

I look at the sat nav on the screen. Ten minutes ETA.

“How bad do you need to be fucked, baby? Do you think you’ve been good enough to end your punishment?”

I swear she moans under her breath. My fingers dig deeper into her thighs.

“So bad, Miki. I can’t think straight, I just want you. I’ve got it bad for you, sir. And I’ve been really good, haven’t I?”

A rumble erupts from my chest. She hasn’t really behaved. She’s teased me to no end. Pushing my buttons, but I wouldn’t have her any other way.

“I’m not wearing panties,” she whispers and I nearly swerve the car.

I come to a halt at the stoplights, push back my seat to give me room, but enough to still hit the pedals, then unbuckle my belt, pulling my cock out.

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