“If you think you can hold it all the way back to the cabin, you can use the bathroom there, but then you choose to submit to what’s behind curtain number three.”
“That’s not a choice. How can I agree to something when I don’t even know what it is?”
“Everything is a choice, pet. Even doing nothing is a choice you make.”
She stiffened when he called her pet. He shook his head. She wasn’t a typical sub. Most subs he dealt with enjoyed being called pet and saw it as a term of endearment.
“So which is it going to be?” he pressed.
With a vexed sigh, she reached for the button of her shorts.
Interesting. He would have thought pissing on the side of the road the easiest option, but maybe that was because he was a guy. Maybe pissing was a more delicate act for women. If he had more than a week, or if Kimani proved a more amenable sub, he might obliterate all of her sensibilit
ies.
“Good choice,” he said.
“I bet for you, they’re all good choices,” she retorted.
He smiled. “Yeah, they are, but my top pick would’ve been curtain number three. Now pull that zipper down nice and slow.”
Taking in a breath, she drew the zipper down. Because she wasn’t wearing any knickers, he would let her keep the shorts on. He shouldn’t have allowed her to buy underwear at the CVS, so he could be assured she would always go commando. But she did still have a lot of walls that needed knocking down, and kindness would go further with her than brute force.
“My turn,” he said when she was about to reach a hand into her shorts.
Grasping her thigh, he inched her closer to him before settling his hand at her crotch. It was a warm and inviting space. Her curls there were soft and delicate. She inhaled sharply when his fingers grazed lower. Still wet.
He wanted to adjust his jeans, but with a hand buried in her shorts, he needed the other one on the steering wheel. He alternated between looking at her face and the road ahead. Her brow furrowed as if she was concentrating on something. Not pissing her pants, maybe. Or maybe she was still resisting. But why would that be? She had let him masturbate her twice before already—once on the boat with the others in plain view, no less.
He was thinking too much. Sex, and even the seduction prior to sex, rarely required thinking on his part. Even with the ones who played hard-to-get, like the daughter of a Japanese tycoon who held old-fashioned notions that the Chinese were inferior to the people of the rising sun, he’d rarely had to deviate from his modus operandi. The challenge of seducing princesses like her didn’t much interest him. And when it became clear he wasn’t going to bother, her demeanor had changed and she began to seek out his attention. It hadn’t taken long after that before he had her wriggling beneath him in bed, gasping and crying out in the high-pitched manner of female anime characters. It had grated on his ears, so they only fucked once.
But Kimani was different. She was a challenge that did interest him. He didn’t know why. Sure, she was lush. A hot piece of ass. But in a modestly confident instead of in-your-face way. She was a little quick to judge and opinionated, but that shouldn’t matter because he had bought her for sex, not to be his mate. He should stay focused on the sex.
He slid his fingers up and down her clit. Her breathing became erratic. Her lashes fluttered quickly, and she grasped the armrest with her right hand. When his digits circled the engorged nub, she surrendered a soft moan.
“That’s a good pet. I want you to get nice and aroused for your Master.”
The road curved a lot, but he managed to maneuver the steering wheel with one hand without losing the rhythm of his stroking. She closed her eyes. Muted grunts—little pleas for more—escaped from her throat.
She knit her brows. “Ohhh...”
He could feel her tighten below. What he wouldn’t give to be buried in her arse right now as the regions of her sex clenched She gripped the armrest harder.
“If you want to come, just ask permission,” he told her.
Eyes still closed, she moaned something unintelligible.
“Coming without permission is bad sub behavior.”
He dipped his fingers lower and passed over her pisshole. She nearly leaped out of her skin with a startled gasp.
“Did you know orgasms can be more intense on a full bladder?” he asked, noting that it hadn’t taken her long to reach her current level of arousal.
She managed to shake her head a little.
“Want to see if it’s true?”
She didn’t reply, but her eyes flew open when he caressed her urethral opening again. Her mouth hung open, and she probably couldn’t close it if she tried.