Chapter 112
Mireya
Forever Free
Play - Legendary Lovers by Katy Perry
We leave the museum an hour later and he walks behind me. His cold hands rest on my eyes suddenly, as if acting like this is normal between us now, and it is, even if I still need to get used to it.
“Walk,” he says behind me.
I chuckle because he doesn't even give me time to think. “Do you do this often?”
“What?”
“Kidnapping a woman after a date?”
“Only you.”
I raise my hands without really trying to push him away and simply walk, guided by his free hand on my waist and his presence behind me. He doesn't speak to me anymore; he just adjusts my direction when I stray too far.
It's ridiculous… this entire thing.
He moves my body without warning when we go down a step I can't see, and I kind of hate how quickly my brain accepts him taking the lead here. Actually, I’m a liar. I love it when it’s him.
“Are you going to tell me where you're taking me?” I ask.
“No.”
“Is it a habit of yours to never give a normal answer?”
“It depends if you deserve it, Miss Vitelli,” he says, smiling against my neck as he leaves a kiss there.
I laugh softly. “And what do I deserve right now?”
“A spanking or two, but before that…” When he finally removes his hands, the light hits me hard, and it takes me a second to realize I'm in a parking lot.
Then I see it. And my body reacts even before my brain. I stop dead in my tracks. A Ford Mustang is sitting there.
“You're kidding…” I finally say, shocked and confused.
He doesn't answer right away. I turn to him and find him smiling, with the keys dangling between his fingers.
“I hate your car. It’s too fucked and dangerous for you to drive.”
My mouth opens and I’m at a loss of words, “Is this a joke, Damien?”
“I heard you talking about it with Hayzel last time.”
“Hearing it doesn't mean you have to buy me a car.”
“Apparently it does, now,” he says, pulling me closer to him.
“You’re insane.”
He smiles, that beautiful and soft smile I only can have, “I am. But not for this gift… Letting you drive it is actually the craziest part of this.”
I kiss him without thinking and feel him laugh against my mouth. I can’t believe he did this. A car. He bought my dream car for our first real date.
This entire situation, this thing between us, the joy that is filling me right now is so new, so strange but so good…
“Are you happy?” he says, arms tightening around me.
“I can’t believe you got me a car. You're insane, this is a lot…”
“Safety measures,” he says teasingly.
“Keep seducing me like that and I might kiss you again,” I say sarcastically to avoid crying because I can feel the tears forming in my eyes.
“Oh, I’m terrified…please do not kiss me,” he says before leaning down and leaving his mouth on me again.
“Thank you…” is all I manage to whisper.
“You’re welcome, Reya,” he replies softly.
He grabs my waist and pulls me toward the car as my fingers brush against the cold paintwork.
When I turn back to him, I don't have time to say anything, because his hand catches my face, and he kisses me unexpectedly again.
I laugh against his mouth. “Are you doing this to distract me?”
“Is it working?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect. You're overthinking things.” He opens the driver's side door without taking his eyes off me. “Get in.”
I look at him, brows furrowed, “You’re not going to tell me to be careful, are you?”
He pretends to think for a second. “No.”
I laugh again, this time more openly, and settle into the seat as if it were perfectly natural.
He doesn't close the door right away. He stays there, then leans over and fastens the seatbelt around me.
“Just to be safe, you never know.” His fingers brush against my shoulder, then my waist. He takes his time as if he wants to make sure I'm really there.
I look up at him and smile, “Come on, get in, princess.”
He looks at me without speaking, then bends down and grips my neck hard. “Kiss me, you idiot. Keep provoking me like that and I’ll punish you tonight.” He bites my cheek afterward and laughs before whispering, “Adorable.”
He then settles in the passenger seat while I turn on the radio, and the sound explodes in the car.
I turn it up louder without asking him, just because it makes me laugh, because everything suddenly becomes too easy, too intense, and I feel that stupid surge of joy in my chest that I don't want to stop.
Freedom.
I start the car and place my hand on his thigh like he usually does for me. It makes him laugh, and it amuses me way too much to play with him like that.
I’m sure he’s loving it.
He holds it for a few seconds, then slowly moves it towards him, between his legs. I feel his dick hardening beneath my fingers, his gaze still fixed on me, as if he's already testing how far I'll let him go.
He then leans forward, and I feel his breath before his words. “You’re playing with me, Mireya.”
And instead of pulling away, I smile. Because I like it, way too much. My hand presses against his growing erection before moving up and gripping his jaw, forcing him to look at me while I keep the car straight, too fast, too sure for someone supposed to be distracted.
“I'm driving today," I say, "I do what I want, Mister Caldwell."
His gaze remains on me, like I'm becoming exactly what he wants to see… and he's not sure he wants to stop me.
His hand slides over mine again, slow, and possessive, before he kisses my neck and whispers, “Look ahead and let me do this. You deserve to be punished, I think.”
And I keep driving, the music is loud, his presence next to me is louder. I can feel him touching me, caressing my neck softly. “Keep your eyes on the road,” he said, his voice low, almost amused. “We’ll see if you’re still so insolent when I’m done with you.”
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye for a second, long enough to meet his gaze.
“What are you doing?” I ask, feeling his kisses on my neck getting sloppier, and more passionate. His hand disappears between my thighs as I hear the zipper of my jeans unzip.
The warmth of his fingers teasing my clit slowly at first catches me off guard.
“Damien…” I whimper, already losing track of what I was supposed to do.
“Shh,” he murmurs, smiling against my neck. “I told you to keep driving.”
His hand slips inside my panties, and I let out a high-pitched, surprised sound I didn’t even know I could make.
“You're all wet already,” he whispers. “Don’t you like danger, Miss Vitelli?” A finger gently caresses my clit before pinching it hard when I don’t reply. “I asked you a question, answer me.”
I feel my attention waver for a second, and tighten my grip on the steering wheel. “If I’m all wet, you should do something about it…” I manage to let out as my breath is cut short when I feel two of his fingers pushing inside of me.
“So mouthy…”
I don’t know how to reply, I don’t know if I can even talk right now. I’m over-stimulated, between driving, his rough hands teasing me, and his mouth whispering dirty things to distract me.
And it makes him laugh to see me distraught like this.
His fingers move harder inside me, and he stops kissing my neck for a moment. I hear him breathing hard against me, like he’s also going through the same thing as me.
Fuck…
The music is way too loud, the bass vibrating through my chest, and I don’t turn it down. If anything, I press harder on the accelerator.
As if speed could push me closer to the release.
I follow the movements of his fingers as they fuck me faster and faster. And I make the mistake of looking down for a fraction of a second. I catch his hand tensing as he pushes deeper into me, veins standing out under his skin, and my body reacts before I can stop it.
My legs tremble, tightening slightly around his hand, like I’m the only one holding myself together.
The wind rushes through the open windows, my hair whipping across my face, and the road runs too close to the edge of the cliff, too close. But I don’t slow down.
I can still feel everything.
His presence.
His voice.
The mark he left there, beneath my skin, as if my body refuses to return to normal. My breathing won’t calm down. It only gets worse, uneven, shallow, and I tighten my grip on the wheel just to stay straight, and to keep control of something, anything.
He laughs, satisfied by the effect this has on me.
“Look at you, moaning and whimpering,” he says calmly, like we aren’t a few meters from the edge. His mouth brushes my ear next. “You're begging me to fuck you right now and yet, you still want me to believe that you’re focused on driving?”
I barely turn my head toward him. “Shut up,” I say, but there’s no real bite to it anymore, just breath, heat, and the faintest curve of a smile I can’t hide. “You’re not exactly hating this either.”
There’s a small second of silence, then he laughs breathlessly and grabs my neck, caressing my pulse softly.
“You really don’t understand what you do to me, do you?” he says. “Having you this close while you talk like that might make me come in my fucking pants.”
I finally look at him properly, and I smile a little wider. “Sounds like a you problem.”
He leans in closer, enough to break my focus again. “Keep soaking my hand like that, and you’ll see if it’s just a me problem.”
The road blurs for half a second, I correct too quickly, the car shifting way too close to the edge before I catch it.
My grip tightens on the wheel immediately after, my heart is already too fast, too loud I could almost hear it.
I’m almost there, and he knows it, he loves it even, judging by the way he's panting against my ear. That’s when he adds a third finger in one brutal thrust.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I need to focus, I’m losing it.
“Oh fuck…” I breathe, louder than anything around us. I don’t even care that I might sound pathetic right now.
“Focus, Mireya,” he murmurs against my skin. “Or we'll go off the cliff.”
That should pull me back, but it doesn’t.
Everything hits me at once, the speed, the adrenaline, the way the road feels endless and almost blurry, his voice right there beside me.
I try to focus, but it slips before I can hold onto it properly.
The release hits as my legs tighten hard and I let out a long muffled and strangled moan.
I'm trying to regain my composure when I feel him shifting beside me.
He leaves a small kiss on my neck before biting it and leaving a long breath followed by my name. I straighten up slightly then and collect my thoughts while feeling him pull away from me. His fingers are wet, glistening in the warm light of the car. And him… he's smiling.
I see it out of the corner of my eye. That calm, almost proud smile, as if he'd just confirmed something.
“You know,” he says quietly, almost like he’s talking to himself. “You made me come just by taking me so well.”
He finally steps back, unhurriedly, almost stretching out in the seat, gently licking his fingers before swinging his arm around me.
I glance at him, still slightly breathless, but I manage a smile. “Are you proud of me, then?”
That makes him smile properly this time. “Very, actually. I think you're perfect like this," he adds lightly. “I like it when you smile after I've made you come.”
I stare at the road and accelerate even more, letting a small laugh slip out my lips. When I turned around and caught his gaze, I was met with a soft and quick kiss.
Maybe this is what freedom feels like.