Page 31 of Sub Mission

Pouty sub! Pouty sub! Only Seth made me pout.

He leaned back against the leather seat and rubbed his forehead. “Yes, I want you to have fun, as well. You’ve earned it. I’m sorry, Baker. Let’s start the evening over.” Turning to smile at me, he asked, “Hey, how aboutSkittles? It’s a great club. I come here every time I’m in Miami. I think you’ll love it.”

And, just like that, my worries vanished when his smile came out. “I dunno. It’s okay, I guess. I kinda wanted to go toThe Dark Room, but this will do.”

His eyes went to the right shade of dark again and a thrill raced through me. He leaned up to the driver, who also worked for Landon, and whispered to him that we’d be a few extra minutes and then pushed the button that would make the privacy wall slide up between us and him. When it was only us, he flipped on one of the small compartment lights and said, “Pants down and over my lap, Tart.”

The windows were tinted dark enough that no one would be able to see us…like I cared. My biggest concern was whether or not I’d be able to get the damn leather pants pulled down. Visions of Ross fromFriendsflashed through my head. At least that dude would understand my struggle with too-tight leather pants.

“Problems, Tart?” he asked with a wicked smile.

“Just, uh, wondering if I can get these motherfuckers off me in such a tight space.” I looked at him and smiled. “You should have seen me trying to squeeze all of me into the little bit of them.” When his eyebrow arched again, I squeaked out a late, “Sir.”

“Not a problem. That’s what the zippers are for.” He reached for me and before I could yelp in surprise, I was draped over his lap.

What zippers?

“Uh, what are you…”

The sound of said zippers unzipping reached my ears and the cold air from the car’s air conditioning system caressed my heated flesh.There were zippers back there? Twisting around, I could see that the zippers went down each side of my ass and across the top. With just a few movements of his wrist, my ass was completely exposed.

“I should have plugged you for tonight,” he murmured as his hand caressed each globe.

I could imagine a lot of things. Hell, I had imagined a lot of things since being introduced to Seth. But I just couldn’t see me getting my dance on with anything lodged up my ass. Of course, six days ago no one would have been able to convince me I would be craving a cock in my ass and mouth. Six days ago, I would have been wrong.

“Count for me, Tart,” he ordered and then the first smack landed on my ass.

“Fuck, Seth! One. Couldn’t you start out a bit softer?”

Another smack, this one harder. I should have kept my mouth shut. “Two, Sir.”

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