Page 81 of Weston & Cyrus
I was just going to blame my Dom.
Yep.
It was his fault.
Cyrus found it funny and I saw him smirk out of the corner of my eye. “You are so dramatic, but it’s cute, so I’m willing to deal with it.”
Good because I wasn’t going to stop.
“Thank you, Sir.” Being polite might get me a faster orgasm, so I played nice. “Is there anything I need to know for the drive home?”
We had to get moving on that before I remembered how soft his T-shirt felt against my cheek.
“No, we’re good. Just park in that visitor section and I’ll come open your door.” That wasn’t what I’d expected, so I made the mistake of focusing on him again.
Bad decision.
My fingers itched to stroke his chest, and something about the way he was watching me was amazingly sexy. It looked like I was his entire world at that moment and it was damned near overwhelming.
At least in thesub trying to maintain logickind of way.
Whatever he saw on my face made his eyes sparkle and he realized he needed to explain more of what he was thinking. “Once you have the car turned off again, you’re mine. Period. No more thinking. No more decisions. My sub. I’m going to take you upstairs and strip you down, and then we’re going to leave the rest of the world behind.”
He was such a dick. “Did I forget to mention the distracting part?”
Fucking hell.
His eyes sparkled but he tried to look stern. “Did I forget to mention theI control your orgasmspart?”
“It’s cheating.” He was fucking with me. “I’m supposed to drive safely and think and make good decisions, and you’re here making me think of sex and orgasms and spankings and denial. It’s just not right.”
He shrugged.
“I just wanted to make sure you understood the consequences of putting yourself under my control for the night.” His gaze was so hot I could almost feel it stroking over my skin. “I didn’t want that to be a surprise.”
So was that saying there would be other surprises?
Was he back to just fucking with me?
“I’m not going to ask about whatever you’re trying to make me think about.” Worry probably would’ve been a better word but that one still felt dangerous. “I’m going to drive safely and not think about it and then behave so you have to give me an orgasm.”
Head cocking to the side, he frowned. “I’m not sure you can do it.”
Bullshit.
“Watch me.”
And watch me get punished in some creative way or another when I got to his place.
But I wasn’t going to think about that.
“I’ll meet you there…at a safe speed and following all the driving laws.” I didn’t stomp as I walked up to the driver’s door, but I was firm as I climbed in the car. “I’ll see you there and then you can take control. I’ve had a long day of being fucked with.”
I’d woken up with him driving me crazy and it hadn’t stopped.
He was going to have to make that up to me by controlling me and giving me an orgasm…whether he liked it or not.
He was my Dom and it was his job in our relationship.
