Page 7 of Their Little Sugar Plum
Except…my dignity leaked out of my pussy along with Jonah’s come. There’s no coming back from this. The evidence is right there on the seat beneath me.
Jonah’s next text is only two words. Now, pet.
If I think about it, I don’t want to give my safe word. I want this. I want Mr. Clark. I want to obey Jonah because it makes me as happy as it makes him.
And if all of this blows up around my face, Jonah will fix everything.
“Um, Mr. Clark?”
“Yes, Mikayla?”
I take a deep breath. “Jonah wants to know if you want to do more than look at me.”
“I do.”
I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and try to play it cool as I text Jonah, He does.
Tell him he should pull over somewhere private and safe.
This isn’t—no way. I mean, Yay! But also, What? I know better than to keep Jonah waiting, though.
Mr. Clark watches the road.
“Jonah suggested that you pull over somewhere private and safe.”
Mr. Clark’s expression doesn’t change, but after a few seconds, he puts on the turn signal and pulls off the highway.
The trees are close enough together that the snow isn’t deep here. He drives for a couple of minutes, farther into the woods, before he finally stops the car.
He turns off the engine and faces me fully. “Is this something you want, Mikayla?”
“I…” I can’t use words, I can only nod.
“If this is going the way I think it’s going, I’ll need some enthusiastic consent, young lady.”
Ohmygiddygoodness. Young lady? Like he’s giving me a stern talking-to? I think I just had an eargasm.
And now that I know he wants this, that he’s interested in me the same way I’m interested in him?
I want it, too.
“Mikayla.” He inhales deeply, closes his eyes. He looks…tortured.
“Yes, I want this.” I nod for emphasis. “Very much.”
Just then, my phone rings. It’s Jonah.
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Mikayla
My boyfriend is calling me while I’m telling my best friend’s dad that I want to…well, that I’m down to fuck.
I answer the call, my fingers shaking. “Jonah. Hi.”
“Pet.” There’s a soft fondness in his voice. “Put me on speaker phone.”
A thrumming urgency starts at my clit as I follow his instruction. I take a deep breath, trying to ignore that thrumming feeling. “Okay, you’re on speaker phone with me and Mr. Clark.”
