Page 65 of Twisted Play
“Phone,” I commanded, holding out my hand when we hit a stoplight. Had she sent anything while I slept? Just thinking about team secrets in anyone else’s hands made myjaw clench. When she unlocked it with shaking fingers, I scrolled through her gallery. “Delete the training room shots.”
“But—”
“No. We agreed that nothing goes out without my approval. Say it.”
“Nothing goes out without your approval.”
Her quick compliance made my cock twitch, but this wasn’t about getting off. This was about protecting my team, even if I had to control this gorgeous spy one orgasm at a time.
I handed her phone back to her, reluctantly admiring her loyalty to her father. I sure as fuck wouldn’t let someone blackmail me into protecting mine.
“Lift your skirt and let me see your panties,” I said after a moment.
“It is too fucking early for your bullshit, Cole.”
“Skirt up to your waist,” I snapped.
“Someone will see!”
“Nobody’s awake, you stupid slut. The only person who’s going to see that pussy is me.” Her breath hitched, and I couldn’t tell if it was out of fear or desire. “Now, sparrow.”
She dragged her fingers up her thighs then pulled the skirt up, not as far as I wanted, but enough to reveal the line where her thighs pressed together, thick and jiggly and begging for a man to bury himself between them and fucking feast.
“Higher.”
Her hand shook, but she dragged it up a few more inches, revealing simple, white, cotton panties that I intended to absolutely soak on the ride to campus.
“Good girl.”
Did she blush? Did she like it when I talked to her likethat? That was a stupid question. She hated it, but it turned her the fuck on, and I loved that.
“Now spread those thighs so I can see that pretty pussy,” I said.
“Cole—”
“Don’t make me tell you twice.”
Her breathing turned ragged, and Jesus, I think my cruelty turned her on as much as the praise. Slowly, like she was shoving them through molasses, her deliciously thick thighs parted until she sat obscenely spread in my front seat as the streetlights flashed over her skin while we drove.
“There you go,” I murmured. “That’s my good girl.”
Eva whimpered and turned her head away from me. Her reflection in the window showed me her eyes were shut tight, face scrunched together as if she were in pain.
“Stroke a finger down your slit, over your panties,” I instructed, watching her out of the corner of my eye while I drove. I considered making her give me a blow job, but then I discarded the idea. This would be more humiliating for her. I didn’t examine why I desperately wanted to see her face when she came.
“Now,” I commanded.
A finger inched down over her stomach, then ran down her panties as I instructed.
“Look at you, so well behaved for me this morning. Now, stroke up and down, pressing in until you can feel how fucking wet you’re getting.”
“This isn’t a turn on,” she snapped, but she did as I asked, dragging her middle finger through her slit, up and down, up and down. I couldn’t see much from this angle, except that her breathing was unsteady and her hips subtly moved in time with her finger.
“Liar.”
She turned her face forward and closed her eyes.
“Press deeper,” I instructed. “Make sure you’re hitting your clit on the upstroke.”
