Chapter 4
Mikayla
My boyfriend is calling me while I’m telling my best friend’s dad that I want to…well, that I’m down to fuck.
I answer the call, my fingers shaking. “Jonah. Hi.”
“Pet.” There’s a soft fondness in his voice. “Put me on speaker phone.”
A thrumming urgency starts at my clit as I follow his instruction. I take a deep breath, trying to ignore that thrumming feeling. “Okay, you’re on speaker phone with me and Mr. Clark.”
“You can call me Mason.” Mr. Clark looks toward the phone as he says it.
He’s told me to call him Mason a hundred times, but I’ve never been able to.
“Thanks, Mason. I’m Jonah. We weren’t properly introduced before.”
Mr. Clark grins. “You were rather busy.”
“I was.” Jonah chuckles.
I want to cover my face in mortification.
It gets worse, though, when Jonah says, “Mason, would you like to see more of my pet?”
“I shouldn’t, for many reasons,” Mr. Clark says. “But yes. I very much fucking would.”
He shouldn’t? That stings. I wonder about all the reasons why he shouldn’t, but I have to push past that thought.
“Okay, pet.” Jonah sounds happy. He loves this sort of thing—putting me in another man’s lap, having me dance with his friends. But he’s always nearby when it happens. “Lift up that pretty red dress and let him see you.”
“Jonah.” His name comes out on a whine, or a whimper. I can’t bear to meet Mr. Clark’s eyes.
“Do it, Mikayla. Don’t argue with me. It isn’t your place to make decisions or question me.”
He’s right, and I love it. The decisions, the thinking—I don’t have to do any of that. I trust him not to hurt me. And I still have my safe word. I can use it at any time, and I will if I need to.
So I set the phone down in one of the cupholders between us and slowly inch up the fabric of my dress.
I’m not wearing panties. This is the worst.
This is also the best.
Mr. Clark watches without comment. His gaze is intent on my thighs, at every new inch of skin exposed.
Before I reach the very top and expose myself completely, a video call request comes in. Jonah says, “Let me see, too.”
I jab the accept button and hold up the phone with one hand, while moving my dress a little more with the other.
Jonah’s green eyes sparkle with lust and approval. He loves what I’m doing, and that makes me feel even better. In a low voice, he says, “Give him the phone to hold so I can watch.”
I hand the phone to Mr. Clark. His fingers brush against mine when he takes it.
That thrumming at my clit gets even stronger. I can feel it throughout the rest of my body.
“All right, princess.” Jonah’s voice comes loud and commanding through the speaker. “Lift up the rest of your dress.”
I pull it up. It’s starting to get cold in the car, despite my feverish skin. Goosebumps travel over my legs. Mr. Clark turns on the engine so the heater takes away the nip of cold.
“You have a beautiful little pet, Jonah,” Mr. Clark says.
“She’s very precious to me. The most precious person in my life.” Jonah sounds so sincere, it makes my heart pump extra hard with happiness. His tone darkens. “Now play with yourself, pet. Give yourself the pleasure you crave.”
Oh, I can’t. But I want to. That thrumming sensation is moving all through me, taking away all rational thought.
“Don’t make me tell you again.” Jonah’s voice holds a note of disapproval.
One of my hands is holding up my skirt. The other goes straight to my pussy. I moan at the relief my touch brings.
Every sensation is heightened by the knowledge that Jonah is watching me with Mr. Clark. I can’t see Jonah’s face, but I can see Mr. Clark’s, and he’s staring intently at my hand working between my legs.
Is Mr. Clark happy with what he sees? Am I pretty enough? He said he shouldn’t want to see more. I hope he doesn’t regret his decision to take part in this.
I soon lose track of looking good for Mr. Clark, though.
I know I look good for Jonah, and by now the pleasure and that insistent thrumming is so powerful, I don’t care how I look.
I don’t care what they think of me. All I know is I’m close to coming, because of that perfectly slick slide of my fingers over my clit.
“Are you close, pet?” Jonah’s voice fades into my awareness.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good.” His tone is reverent, hushed. “Ask Mr. Clark if you can suck his fingers while you come.”
I force my gaze to Mr. Clark’s face. His eyes are dark, dark brown. Almost black.
“Pet…” Jonah’s voice holds warning.
I’m so embarrassed, so turned on, I think I’m going to explode into a million gumdrops of pleasure. “Mr. Clark, may I suck on your fingers while I come?”
Like a bored king allowing a peasant to kiss his ring, Mr. Clark extends his hand. I lick his fingertips, tasting him. Salty but clean. I suck two of his fingers into my mouth.
He groans, his eyes closing momentarily.
So I am affecting him.
The thought gives me courage and a new infusion of lust.
I rub my fingertips back and forth on my clit before thrusting them in and out of my pussy. Then back to my clit.
“Jonah, may I taste her fingers?” Mr. Clark sounds bored, but I don’t think he is—not at all.
“Yes. Let Mr. Clark have a taste, Mikayla.”
I don’t want to stop what I’m doing.
“You shouldn’t pout, young lady,” Mr. Clark says.
I can’t respond because his fingers are still in my mouth. Thirty more seconds and I would’ve been coming. But the way he calls me young lady has my pout disappearing. He sounds so sexy and stern.
I hold out my hand. Mr. Clark grabs my wrist and brings my fingers to his lips. He inhales deeply before flicking his tongue out to taste.
I gasp at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue over my skin. Then he pulls two of my fingers into his mouth. We’re sucking on each other’s fingers. His eyes never leave mine as he licks and sucks at me.
I feel it between my legs.
Mr. Clark’s smile is wicked when he takes my fingers from his mouth. “Sweet like a sugar plum.”
When he releases my wrist, I hesitate.
Mr. Clark nods toward my lap. “Get back to it.”
I whimper and comply. The seat is wet beneath me. A part of me loves making this mess, even while another part of me is humiliated at just how aroused I am, at what they’re making me do.
But I love every second.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Jonah’s voice comes through the phone.
I make an mm-hmm sound around Mr. Clark’s fingers. My pussy clenches around my fingers as I slide them back and forth. The heel of my hand rubs against my swollen clit.
“Go ahead, little sugar plum.” Jonah’s order is loud and clear. “Come for us.”
There’s nothing to do except obey. I cry out as unbelievable pleasure washes through me, my body bowing from the strength of it.
“Good, good.” Mr. Clark’s voice penetrates the haze. “So good, Mikayla.”
Jonah adds, “That was magnificent, pet. How long until you’re home so I can hold you?”
I look over at Mr. Clark while I yank my dress back down to cover myself.
He hands me my phone and says, “About forty-five minutes.”
Jonah makes a hmm sound of satisfaction. “Then I’ll see you both soon.”