But Eddie had other plans than a simple cease and desist.
I should have known he wouldn’t avoid my spread and susceptible pussy.
The slap to my silky folds forced a sound from my lips that resonated between a moan and a whimper—both erotic and painful.
You could hear the wetness of my flesh against the fingertips of Eddie’s hand. The sound filled me with the ultimate mortification, and I knew there was no way that Eddie would miss my body’s reaction to his force.
He didn’t say anything—which I hadn’t expected—but instead spanked me a few more times on the lips of my pussy.
Jesus. Could the driver hear the sound of a hand smacking wet skin?
If Eddie didn’t kill me and put me out of my misery, the embarrassment surely would.
Finally, the pussy spanking stopped, but it was replaced with Eddie shoving a finger inside of me.
“Don’t,” I moaned, though anyone listening wouldn’t have believed I wanted it to stop.
“Have you not learned?” Eddie asked. “You don’t tell me what to do.”
I expected the punishment to continue due to my verbal outburst, but instead, he pumped his finger in and out of my pussy. I bucked and writhed against his hand, unsure if I wanted his finger fucking to continue or for it to come to an end.
Sadly, my body decided for me as intense arousal formed with every press of his finger deep inside of me.
No. No. No.
But my body wouldn’t listen.
Yanking out his finger just as I started to drift away in euphoric bliss, Eddie brought his hand coated with my juices to my face. “Lick it off,” he demanded.
I stared at his wet finger, musky with my scent, not certain I had heard him correctly.
He placed his finger on my lips and pressed past them. “Clean my finger.”
Not really having a choice, since his finger already rested on my tongue and I could taste the saltiness of my desire, I did as he commanded. I suckled on his finger as my pussy throbbed for more.
“That’s right. Swirl your tongue around,” he said. “Next time I’m forced to shove something inside your mouth—or your pussy—it won’t be my finger.”
A shiver ran down my spine at his threat, but I compliantly licked as I continued to suck in hopes of pleasing him.
Clearly satisfied with the cleanliness, he pulled his finger from my mouth. “Punch me again, or even strike out at me, and I’ll not use my hand. I’ll take my belt to this tight ass of yours.” He swatted each cheek harder than he had done before, causing me to cry out with each one. “Are we clear?”
When I didn’t respond right away, he swatted me again even harder. “Are. We. Clear?”
“Yes,” I shouted. Fucking monster. “Yes!”
The spanking stopped, and Eddie positioned my body back to upright. The blood rushed back to my head, making me dizzier than I was before. He had freed my hands, but after what he had just done to me, he might as well have placed handcuffs on them. I wouldn’t dare try to hit the man again. He was stronger than me obviously, but he also had no scruples. I had no doubt he would do exactly as he threatened and whip me with his belt if I did so.
I reached down to pull up my panties but froze when Eddie gripped my wrist firmly.
“No. Leave them exactly where they are,” he commanded.
I almost told him to go fuck himself and pulled up my underwear regardless of what he said, but my throbbing behind—and pussy—kept my mouth shut. I had no choice but to sit back and ignore the fact that my naked and heated flesh pulsated against the leather of the seat as my panties bunched up right above my bare feet. Chills ran across every inch of my skin, contrasting with the bead of sweat that had formed on my upper lip. My heart beat so loudly that I could hear it in my ears. I had no idea what was going to happen to me, but I also could see that demanding answers was not the way to go. I had to outthink the man. I had an education very few had. My IQ could win this battle if I didn’t allow hysterics to get in the way. If Eddie Vasco wanted me dead, he would have done that the minute he forced himself through my door. He clearly wanted me for something. I just had to figure out what that was and give it to him. I wasn’t going to play hero or martyr. There was nothing that I wouldn’t tell the man. I didn’t have confidential information, which could be to his dismay, but even if I did, I would fold. I would do whatever he wanted to get the fuck out of here alive and with all my digits intact.