Chapter 30
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Rule Six: Full disclosure
Fudge knuckles.
She knew that tone of voice. He was holding onto his patience by a thread.
And she wasn’t going to snap that last piece.
“It doesn’t matter,” she told him.
“I want to know, Blossom. And you will tell me. Remember rule two.”
Rule two was honesty.
She bit her lip. “We’ve had this conversation. Honesty doesn’t mean that I have to tell you everything. It just means that when I do tell you something, it needs to be the truth.”
“Fine,” he muttered, typing something on his phone.
Faith groaned. She should have known. Her own phone buzzed in her hand.
“Read your text, Blossom.”
She shook her head. Nu-uh. No. That was it. She was putting her foot down. No more rules.
“Faith. Read. Your. Text. Now.”
Crap.
Okay, so she wasn’t strong enough to fight that tone of voice. With a grumble, she opened her text message.
Rule Six: Full disclosure.
“And does this rule go both ways? Are you going to tell me everything?” she challenged.
He leaned back against the seat of the car. “What would you like to know?”
All right, that was unexpected. She swallowed heavily. What did she want to know? Everything? Too much?
She couldn’t decide where to start.
“I . . . I don’t know yet. But I’m sure I’ll think of something.”
“When you do, then you can ask me. But right now, I want to know what he said.”
She huffed out a breath. “This is setting a bad precedent.”
“Faith.”
Shoot. The fact that he used her first name told her that he wasn’t messing around.
“Do you really want full disclosure on everything? What about when I have a tummy ache? Or when I need to use the bathroom? Or . . . or . . . when I have an itchy foot?”
“Yes.”
That was all he said. Just ‘yes’.
“Fine,” she groaned. “After you got up, he leaned over and said that I’d put on a good show, and it was too bad that I didn’t get to come.”
Faith hunched her shoulders, feeling that same feeling of shame creep through her.
“Fucking bastard.”
“Reuben,” she said. “Just let it go. We shouldn’t have been doing that in public. It was wrong.”
He studied her for a long moment. “He made you feel ashamed, didn’t he? You liked what we were doing. And he made you feel . . . wrong? Dirty? Tell me when I’m close.”
“You’re close,” she whispered. “I’m a good girl.”
“Of course you are,” he said firmly. “You’re my good girl. Daddy’s good girl.”
“A good girl wouldn’t have done that,” she told him, unable to meet his gaze. “A good girl wouldn’t have wanted . . . have wanted . . .”
“More?” he queried. “Did you want to come, Faith? Did you want to come over my fingers? Tell me.”
“Yes!” she cried out. “I wanted that, but I shouldn’t have. Good girls don’t do that sort of thing. It’s wrong. What if someone else had seen? Someone we knew? I . . . I . . . I shouldn’t have done it.”
“Fuck. Baby.” He undid his belt and slid closer to her. Cupping her chin, he tilted her head back.
“You need to put your belt back on,” she told him fiercely.
“In a moment. First, I need you to listen to something.”
“Yes?” she asked.
“You’re a good girl, Faith Blossom.”
Tears filled her eyes. “I’m not anymore.”
“Yes, you are. You’re my good girl. Do you know what that means?”
“I’m guessing it means you think I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
“You will.” He grinned down at her. God, he was sexy when he smiled. “But whether you do or not, you’re still a good girl. You’ll always be my good girl. Tonight, it felt good while we were doing it, didn’t it?”
“Well, yeah, but it was still wrong. If we all went around doing things just because they felt good . . . it could be anarchy.”
“Were we hurting anyone?”
“N-no. I don’t know. Someone might have taken offense. And it wasn’t exactly legal, right?”
“Perhaps. But this asshole didn’t take offense, did he?”
“No . . . he seemed quite happy.” She shuddered.
“I’m sorry he made you feel ashamed of what we did. But you were only doing as I said, you were pleasing me. So, how can you be a bad girl if you were doing what I told you?”
“You’re not always right, you know,” she grumbled at him.
His eyes went wide. “I’m not? That’s news to me.”
To her surprise, Faith found herself smiling. There was still a knot in her stomach, but it was easing.
“We don’t have to do anything like that in public again,” Reuben told her. “I don’t want you to feel like anything we do is ever wrong. All right?”
Okay, she hadn’t been expecting him to say that. It didn’t feel like a Reuben thing to say.
“All right.”
To be honest, she was slightly disappointed at the idea of never doing that again.
“It was fucking hot, though,” he added in a rough-sounding voice.
Yeah. It was.
“Agreed.”
He ran his hand down her thigh, then back under her dress.
Her breath caught in her throat. “Please leave him alone, Reuben.”
“I can’t do that.” Reuben pressed his lips against her jaw, kissing along it until he reached her lips. His hand cupped her mound and she moaned.
“That’s it. Give me all the sounds,” he told her. “I can’t let him get away with saying that to you because he upset you. He caused you to run from me. Not that you’ll do that again, will you?”
She whimpered.
“Well, you won’t after your punishment. I can promise you that.”
A shiver ran through her. She tried to tell herself it was one of trepidation, but it felt more like desire. Need.
Surely, she didn’t want to be punished.
Right?
God, she didn’t know. He had her head all twisted up. She didn’t know which way was up and which way was down.
He slid his fingers back inside her, pumping them back and forth.
“Reuben,” she cried.
“Yes?” he murmured.
“I . . . I can’t.”
“You can, baby. I want you to slide your panties off and give them to me. Understand?”
He drew his fingers from her pussy and she watched, rapt, as he raised them to his mouth and sucked them clean.
Holy. Heck.
That was so darn hot.
“Do what you were told, Little Blossom,” he warned.
With a shaky nod, she drew her dress up and pulled her panties down. Embarrassment filled her as she realized they were soaked with her arousal.
“Give them to me.” He held out his hand imperiously.
She handed them over as the car turned and stopped, waiting for a garage door to open.
“Where are we?” she asked, looking out into the garage when they came to a stop.
This wasn’t her house.
“We’re at my apartment,” he said as he tucked her panties into his pocket. Then he undid both of their seatbelts, before sliding out as his door opened. He reached back in, holding his hand out to her. “Come with me.”