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“Do you need your little pussy spanked bright red first, naughty girl?”

Fuck. I didn’t know why that made my clit pulse even harder. I shouldn’t like it when he took control like that, but I couldn’t deny it, at least not to myself.

“No, sir,” I whispered, biting my lip and shaking my head quickly. The stinging burn simmered across my flesh and his fingertips rubbed against my clit hard enough for it to feel like a punishment.

“Then be a good girl and come for me.”

I didn’t need to be told again. At once, my muscles seized with my orgasm. His presence was so overwhelmingly dominant that I almost forgot about my surroundings.

Almost. But not completely.

The trees rushed by on either side of us as his fingers worked between my thighs. My legs quivered and I arched back against the seat, shamelessly riding his hand as pleasure burned through me. He didn’t slow down or stop. If anything, he pressed a bit harder.

I came with a shout.

Burning pleasure spiraled through me, fast and hard. I grasped his wrist, not to stop him, but simply to touch him.

He seemed to know that instinctually. My hips bucked back and forth as my eyes rolled back in my head. I bit my lips, trying to keep quiet but it was useless. Soon, I was moaning shamefully loud and when I glanced over to him, there was a grin of quiet victory written all over his features.

That only made me come even harder.

My pleasure came in waves, one after the other with each growing more powerful until it finally crested and began to fade. My inner walls fluttered greedily as I slumped back against the seat. He drew his hand away and I made a move to pull my panties and jeans back up.

“You will wait for permission to cover yourself,” he smirked.

My hands stopped and I lowered them to my thighs, not really knowing what to do with them. He slowly entwined his right fingers with mine and I blushed when I noticed that they were still glistening with the evidence of what had just happened all over them.

I tried. I wasn’t successful.

It felt deliciously naughty to be bare from the waist down like this and as much as I wanted to hold my head high and be proud, I didn’t want to be. I squeezed his hand a bit tighter.

I knew I shouldn’t stand for this. If anyone back home knew about the things that happened between Ryker and me, I would be ostracized. What we were doing was dangerous. I knew that and I had a sneaking suspicion he knew that too.

But I couldn’t stop myself. He’d given me a taste and I craved more.

With every interaction between us, I could feel myself falling a bit more for this man. He was thoughtful and respectful at every turn, maybe a slight bit heavy handed at times, but I knew that he meant well.

His fingers squeezed mine. Maybe he knew what I was thinking or maybe he just knew I needed his touch. I turned to face him, still embarrassed by my nakedness but thankful for his attentions all the same.

“Good girl,” he purred.

My heart exploded with feeling.

CHAPTER9

Ryker

I tried to keep myself from touching her.

I failed.

I took advantage of every private moment that presented itself.

I knew the journey by car would take several days. The only airstrip close by had been two hundred miles north.

I drove us through some pretty rough terrain, snaking in between the overgrown trees of the forest and traversing gnarly roots before it soon became clear that we weren’t going to be able to go much further and would have to go the last several miles on foot. The wilderness was even thicker than I had thought it would be. Based off some of the evidence Naomi had come across in her search, it had appeared that much of this area had been heavily bombed. In the years since, though, the land had bounced back. Nature had reclaimed most of it completely.

I pressed the gas a little to crest over a ridge but slammed on the brake immediately when I saw that the other side of the hill had been shorn off. Naomi cried out. She had been sleeping beside me and the sudden stop had jolted her awake. My arm had flown out as we skidded to a stop, pinning her against the seat so she didn’t hit her head on the dashboard.

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