Shit. I was falling into my own profiling.
“Are you still with me, Baker?” Seth asked quietly. He’d moved closer to me in the back seat of the car and had a strange expression on his face. His eyes were dark, the way they turned when he was aroused or in complete and sexy Dom mode.
“Uh…yeah. Why?” How long had I zoned out?
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because we’ve been sitting outside the club for about fifteen minutes and you’ve been doing nothing but sitting there, staring into space, and toying with your collar. Is it bothering you? Does it trouble you to wear someone’s collar, other than your Mistress, of course?”
I frowned. I hadn’t even been aware that my fingers had been toying with the soft leather of the collar. “I’ve never worn a collar before,” I answered. “Never even come close. Before Mistress Samantha, I switched Dommes every year. It’s different with Samantha, though. There are other…things involved, so I’ve stuck with her longer than any of the others.” When I noted the darkness in his eyes turned to anger, I tried to tell myself it was jealousy. I’d like to believe that, at least. “With Samantha, it is more of a business arrangement.” Weird. I’d never referred to her as Samantha before. Before Seth, she’d always been Mistress Samantha.
It was because she wasn’t my Domme anymore. My body and mind knew it. My heart still struggled. I could understand that, though. My heart didn’t usually participate in the games I played in the playroom.
His eyebrow arched. “Business arrangement? When I spoke to her on the phone, she didn’t mention a business arrangement.”
Yeah, I should have probably told him the truth regarding Samantha, but I couldn’t make myself say the words. I knew it would piss Seth off and I wanted to have fun with him tonight. I promised myself, however, to tell him the whole story before this mission ended. She should have told him.
I shrugged. “You must not have asked the right questions. It’s strictly business.”
“Like us, huh?” he muttered.
His words crushed my heart. See, that’s why the fucker never wanted to be involved with what happens in the playroom.
“Nothing like us,” I answered. “Whatever, Seth. Can we keep my Mistress out of the conversations tonight? I want to have fun. This isn’t fun.”
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 about Skittles? 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 to The 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 from Friends flashed 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.