“I’m scandalized.”
-Yeah. He chuckles, looking into the rearview mirror. You’re ready. Go back to your seat and take off your pants.
My heartbeat echoes in my ears.
-And you?
“What’s wrong with me?” I drive.
“Aren’t you uncomfortable?”
“I’ve been fighting against getting hard around you for years. I’ll be fine. Take off your pants. I’m already tired of waiting.
I blink once. Years. How did I not notice? Did I become so convinced that he would never be interested in me that I stopped really looking at him?
The answer is yes. There came a point where it almost hurt to look at him so closely. Thinking about such specific things.
Sloane. His voice is authoritative, and that is the voice of ‘The Daddy’, I decide. There’s a switch you flip that goes from calm and distant Jasper to that.
Whatever the voice, it catapults me into action. Already out of my boots, I slide off my soft thermal socks and drop them into the footwell before lifting the hem of my thick wool sweater and peeling the black leggings off my body.
His eyes stay on the road, but when I go to get rid of my panties, he says, “No, those stay.”
-But they are…
“An uncomfortable reminder of how desperate you are?”
Ha. A laugh comes from my lips. Yes, that’s one way of saying it.
A smug smile graces his lips as he glances at me briefly.
-Good.
I moan and lean my head back against the seat, my bare thighs clenched together as I wait.
Not receiving any further instructions, I look at him.
-And now that?
“Now, sit there and tell me what you plan to do when we get back to town.”
“But… that’s not hot.”
Series.
-No. But it is a necessary conversation.
“Why did I have to take off my pants for that?”
He shrugs as he casually looks over his shoulder to change lanes.
“I just like to see you squirm.” Tell me your plan.
With a heavy sigh, I bite my lip and turn to look out the passenger window.
“Well, I have to go to Sterling’s attic and pack up the things I kept there.
Jasper is deathly still next to me.
-I will go with you.
-Yeah. Huff. That should go very well. I can manage.
“I know you can handle it.” But I’m still going.
I exhale slowly, letting it pass for now.
-And I’m going to have to call my father. Tackle the music on that front.
“He should apologize to you.”
I nod solemnly.
“That could be true.” But Robert Winthrop isn’t one to apologize, so I won’t hold my breath. Most of the things I moved out of my apartment when the contract ended at the end of August are in boxes at my parents’ house. So I’ll have to think what I’m going to do. Where will i go.
-My house.
-Do you think moving in together is the best idea? -God. I really hate this conversation.
-Why not? Now open your legs. Pull your panties to the side with one hand and rub slow circles on your clit with the other.
I laugh in disbelief.
-You’re kidding now?
“No, Sloane. You seem tense. Just relax.
I shake my head as I do as he ordered. It left me very upset this morning and, as much as I secretly like to play this game, I’m not going to turn down an orgasm to help me get through it.
Furthermore, he is not wrong. I go from tense to buzzing with anticipation instantly. With two fingers, I hook the wet fabric and find my swollen clit.
I press firmly before spinning around, biting my lip to keep from making a sound.
“I have houses in Chestnut Springs,” she tells me, as if having this conversation while playing with myself is something perfectly normal. I have to contain my smile. I never imagined this side of Jasper and I love it. He likes to be in control and choosing this with him makes me feel like I’m getting a part of myself back that I’ve never allowed myself. My own control.
Multiple. You would have to move. Or you can spend the next few months dancing at Summer’s gym. But you can have one.
Multiple houses?
He nods, clearing his throat.
“Keep rubbing, Sloane.” I bought a whole apple. A row of businesses on one side – including Summer’s gym – and a group of houses on the other. I figured I’d need something to do when I retired, and fixing up a bunch of old bungalows in a city I love would be a fun passion project. Something to keep your hands busy.
Hearing it, he looks down at my hand. His jaw drops before he looks back into my eyes.
“Besides, I heard that your dad wanted to buy that apple and put up a stupid shopping center or something.” Ruin the city with your shiny cookie shit. So I screwed up the process by going to the real estate agency in person. That’s what small towns are like. They trust and like who they know. And she knew me.
I’m a little shocked by what he just told me, but I’m not thinking clearly with my fingers between my legs. Additionally, he has rolled up the sleeves of his sweatshirt, allowing me to see the veins that emerge from his hands and reach his tattooed forearms.
“But you could have spent all that money hunting lions,” I joke, watching the muscles flex beneath the black ink.
“Put a finger in,” he bites instantly.
And I do.
“Now two.”
I moan and easily slide a second finger inside me, pressing in and out a few times.
“Feet on the dashboard,” he tells me, bending down to adjust his cock in his jeans.
“My God,” I murmur. The blush on my cheeks instantly spreads across my chest, my breasts, my belly. My whole body burns for him.
I put my feet up on the dashboard, making the adjustment much greater. I moan at the sensation.
“You love this.” I know. He lifts my chin. Knees spread so I can see.
“Are you sure this is safe?” “I tease him.”
“There’s nothing certain about how much I want you, Sloane. There never has been. Now add a third finger. I want to see you work for it.
His head returns to the road. It’s a straight, quiet stretch on a perfectly sunny weekday afternoon. Jasper would never take unnecessary risks.
As I slide a third finger inside and feel the bite of my body stretching, I decide this risk is much needed. Coming is very necessary. And following his orders like this makes my body hum like I’ve never felt before.
“How do you feel, Sloane?”
I close my eyes, imagine his body on top of mine and moan.
-So good.