CHAPTER 7
She’s getting a little squirmy. I cut her dress short enough earlier that she was already self-conscious about flashing someone. Now she really has to be careful, because without panties, everyone would get a full view.
My girl is maybe a bit of an exhibitionist. She keeps crossing her legs together and squeezing, whether that’s to relieve some tension or because she is uncomfortable. I’m not sure, but I’ll find out later. I am going to explore all types of kinks with her to see just what makes her see stars. We ended up staying for more than a couple of songs just to see what she would do. My cock may burst if I keep having to wait, but you know what they say, all good things come to those who wait.
She shuffles up at me and gives me those big doe eyes when she asks, “Can we pleaseeee go home now?”
“You want to go home that bad, River?”
She quickly activates bobblehead mode and nods up and down.
“Okay, let’s go then.”
I don’t bother to say goodbye to the party guests, most of them aren’t here for me anyway. They’re friends of my father, and they attended to rub elbows with him. Anything for a leg up in this world. Unfortunately for them, my father doesn’t have much longer in power.
“Our house is about thirty minutes away, River, might as well get comfy,” I say to her as we get into the car.
She looks at me inquisitively.
I don’t say anything and turn my direction back to the road. She’ll understand soon.
There are about ten minutes left of the drive when I decide to see how well my new wife listens to me. We’re traveling down a more secluded part of the highway, so there is nothing but forest on each side.
“Put your feet up on the dash for me.”
Her head whips to the side. “What?”
“I said put your feet up on the dash for me, don’t make me tell you again.”
I give her a second to contemplate what I’m telling her to do. I can see the turmoil behind her eyes. Slowly though, she puts her feet up on the dash.
“Mmmm, good girl.”
I can see her clench her legs together at my comment.
“So we like praise, do we?” A deep chuckle rumbles through my chest. “Now, spread your legs.”
I don’t give her too long to contemplate it before I make another comment.
“I can smell your arousal. I don’t even need to reach between those pretty little legs to know that you’re already dripping with anticipation. Just let me make you feel.”
I’m not making any promises about what she will feel, just that she will feel something.
She looks at me with a fire I haven’t seen before and without any fuss, spreads her legs.
At this point, I’m not second-guessing shit. This man wants me to spread my legs? Done. Why not get a few orgasms from this guy before he kills me for trying to kill him? Hopefully, he doesn’t know that I tried to murder him, but that’s not my first thought right now. I’m so fucking horny after losing my panties, getting away from this man isn’t my top priority. I can try to figure out my next move after this orgasm.
My legs are spread, and he’s still staring straight ahead. I can see the fire burning in his eyes, and the hands gripping the steering wheel are turning white from how tight he’s gripping it.
“You need to pick a safe word before I touch that wet pussy.”
I swear my brain short circuits.
“Uh…” What am I supposed to say? My brain is in horny mode, not making up a random word mode.
“Unfortunately, that’s not specific enough, River.”
“Okay, let me think for a second.”
I start trying to think of whatever I can. I’m staring at his hand when I catch a glimpse of a ring he has on his finger. It’s chunky and gold and looks like it has a triangle on it. I wonder what it stands for, but orgasm now and questions later.
“Triangle. That’s my safe word.”
He giggles. Straight up like a schoolgirl giggle.
“Triangle?” he asks.
I look at the triangle on his ring again.
“Yep. Three-sided, six types triangle now please.”
“Use your words, River.”
She sits quietly for a moment and seems to be building the confidence to ask.
“Please make me come, Ezra.”
“Good girl, not being afraid to ask for what you want. Now, touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself come when you’re all alone and no one is watching. Bring yourself right up to the edge and then I want you to stop. Don’t let yourself come.”
“What?!” I practically shout.
“You heard me,” he responds. “If you come, you will be punished.”
I nod my head in understanding and snake my hand down my stomach to the apex of my thighs. I touch my clit and suck in a breath. I’m so sensitive already, I will have to be careful to listen to Ezra’s commands.
“I could use some extra lube,” I say.
I reach over and bring my pointer and middle finger to his mouth, where he sucks them into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around my digits and groans like he’s enjoying it, before pulling away with a pop. If I wasn’t dripping before, I am now. I just stare at him, because what the fuck did I just witness?
“You better use what I gave you before they dry.”
His comment breaks my attention to realize that he’s right. I lean back against the seat again and put my now-wet fingers back onto my clit. I start making slow circles around the swollen pleasure spot.
I dip down to collect some of the extra moisture and bring it back up to continue my mission.
“Fuck,” I moan.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself at this point. I reach up and cup my breast, pinching my nipples between two fingers as I knead the flesh. My breathing is picking up and I’m moving my fingers faster and faster.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” I moan again.
The smell of him is driving me over the edge faster than I would like. He smells like when you first step out of the car and you’re in the woods, like fresh clean air that’s pure and that slight woody tone.
Before I can catch myself, I’m toppling over the edge. My legs shake as I continue to skate over my clit and ride out the rest of my high. I look over at him, and if looks could kill, I’d be dead. I have a feeling I’m not going to like what’s to come from this.