Chapter 3
Mason
Leaving Violet behind with Brody and Heath awakens feelings I can’t quite parse. My daughter is grown—I’ve known this for a long time. But to see her in the arms of my kinky friends? It will take some getting used to.
Having breakfast together reassured me of their intentions, though. They truly seem to dote on her.
Mikayla is quiet as we walk to my car. The ring at the front of her collar glints in the late morning glare. Brody and Heath both took note of the collar and I could see the questions in their eyes, but this collar has very little to do with me. Her boyfriend put it there, marking her as his.
I open the door for her and stare at the passenger seat. A wet spot stains the leather.
Either she was turned on as we rode up here, or her boyfriend’s come leaked out of her the whole way.
My bet is on the latter.
But what if she was also turned on?
She sees me staring at the stain. A pink blush overtakes her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Clark—I—”
She stops, unable to continue.
I fucking love it when she calls me Mr. Clark. I used to tell her to call me by my first name, but when she never took to it, I gave up. I’m glad, now.
“You have an excuse?” I stare down at her, noticing her pert little tits with the nipples hard, poking against the red velvet of her dress. “I’m waiting.”
She shakes her head. “I’ll pay for a cleaning.”
She’ll do no such thing. I want that mark there.
“Is it your arousal, or Jonah’s come?” I gesture toward the stain. “Or is it both?”
Her cheeks turn a deeper pink. “Both. I think.”
“Get in. We’ll have a conversation on the way home.”
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Mikayla
I’m so happy for Violet. Frankly, a bit shocked as well. She was dating Callum four days ago, and now…she has two new boyfriends.
Good riddance to Callum.
But two boyfriends. Not gonna lie, I’m a little envious. When I was searching the SexFest site for images to share with Jonah, I kept finding images and gifs of two men with one woman. And I liked them. A lot.
And now I’m driving down a recently snow-cleared road with Violet’s dad, sitting on top of the stain I made on the seat.
I want to both climb onto his lap and die of embarrassment. Why is the humiliation making me so horny?
I glance at Mr. Clark from the corner of my eye. His focus is on the road, but he’s frowning.
“Are you worried about Violet?” I ask.
“Not anymore. It was pretty clear those two are already in love with her.”
“I agree.” I glance quickly at him before staring out the window, at the rows and rows of evergreen trees we pass.
“Have you checked in with your boyfriend? He might be worried about you. Let him know you’re on your way home.”
“Right.” I feel my face flush with embarrassment. Again.
Mr. Clark gives me a knowing glance. “Text him, Mikayla.”
Oh, fuck, why did he have to say my name out loud? My name, in his voice, just caused another gush of arousal between my legs. When I get out of this seat, it’s going to look like I wet myself.
I take my phone out of my bag on the floorboard. I unlock it and pull up my message thread with Jonah. Hi. On my way back from the cabin with Mr. Clark.
Jonah’s response is immediate. Have you seen him looking at you?
I sneak another glance at Mr. Clark. He meets my gaze head-on. He did look at me a few times during breakfast with Violet and her new boyfriends, but I’m not sure if that’s what Jonah means. I text back, I don’t know.
Ask him.
I suck in a big breath. I can’t do that. I shake my head at my phone, mentally arguing with Jonah.
“What’s wrong?” Mr. Clark’s voice pulls me back to the here and now.
“N-nothing.” I clench the phone in my hand.
“Something’s wrong. You can’t lie to me, Mikayla.”
I press my lips together.
My phone buzzes in my hand with Jonah’s newest text. Have you asked him? Do it now, pet.
I can’t get around it. “Um, Jonah wants me to ask if you were looking at me.”
Is it just me, or did the corner of Mr. Clark’s mouth go up, like he’s trying not to smile? I have to be imagining it.
“I was looking at you.” His voice is soft, but low.
I’m waiting, pet.
I quickly text Jonah back. Yes, he was looking at me.
I can imagine the scheming look on Jonah’s face as his next message comes through. Ask if he wants to do more than look.
Ah, crap. Crap crap crap. No, I can’t do it. I’ll text my safe word back to him and this will end, and I can go home and get out of Mr. Clark’s car with my dignity intact.
Except…my dignity leaked out of my pussy along with Jonah’s come. There’s no coming back from this. The evidence is right there on the seat beneath me.
Jonah’s next text is only two words. Now, pet.
If I think about it, I don’t want to give my safe word. I want this. I want Mr. Clark. I want to obey Jonah because it makes me as happy as it makes him.
And if all of this blows up around my face, Jonah will fix everything.
“Um, Mr. Clark?”
“Yes, Mikayla?”
I take a deep breath. “Jonah wants to know if you want to do more than look at me.”
“I do.”
I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and try to play it cool as I text Jonah, He does.
Tell him he should pull over somewhere private and safe.
This isn’t—no way. I mean, Yay! But also, What? I know better than to keep Jonah waiting, though.
Mr. Clark watches the road.
“Jonah suggested that you pull over somewhere private and safe.”
Mr. Clark’s expression doesn’t change, but after a few seconds, he puts on the turn signal and pulls off the highway.
The trees are close enough together that the snow isn’t deep here. He drives for a couple of minutes, farther into the woods, before he finally stops the car.
He turns off the engine and faces me fully. “Is this something you want, Mikayla?”
“I…” I can’t use words, I can only nod.
“If this is going the way I think it’s going, I’ll need some enthusiastic consent, young lady.”
Ohmygiddygoodness. Young lady? Like he’s giving me a stern talking-to? I think I just had an eargasm.
And now that I know he wants this, that he’s interested in me the same way I’m interested in him?
I want it, too.
“Mikayla.” He inhales deeply, closes his eyes. He looks…tortured.
“Yes, I want this.” I nod for emphasis. “Very much.”
Just then, my phone rings. It’s Jonah.