matter, you didn’t enjoy that?” he asked, wide-eyed and feigning surprise.
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know,” he said, playing dumb. “But I know how to find out. Spread your legs.”
She hesitated.
“Do it now or I’ll pull over, bend you over the car and spank you right there on the side of the road,” he ordered. She was pretty sure he wasn’t serious about that, but then again, he had told her he always meant the things he said. She didn’t want to test him.
Hastily, Melody spread her legs wide, feeling dirty, nasty and downright sexy as she did so.
Zane’s fingers immediately found their way to her sex – and discovered her shameful secret.
He grinned from ear to ear as two of his fingers slid through her slickness before easing their way inside her. “You’re right, you didn’t like it,” he told her as she began to pant, rocking back and forth on his fingers shamelessly. “You loved it.”
Chapter 11
By the time Melody and Zane reached their destination, she was a wild-eyed, lust-filled mess.
He had kept her on edge for the remainder of the drive, his skilful fingers taking her body right to the brink of ecstasy before backing off. He watched her intently as they drove, monitoring her breathing, her moaning and the flush of her skin. He made it look easy, the way he read her like a book.
Unfortunately for Melody, that meant Zane knew exactly when to stop touching her. Every time she was about to go over the edge, he pulled his fingers away. Every single time, he left her squirming in frustration. Only when Melody had regained her composure did his fingers resume their teasing.
It was evil.
It was magical.
Slumped back in her seat, Melody was shaking as Zane pulled into a parking lot in the heart of the city. Perspiration shone on her brow and her legs were still shamelessly splayed wide.
It was funny, that. The more aroused she became, the more her shame and nervousness faded. All she could focus on was the pleasure she was being denied.
“Please,” she begged as Zane took the keys out of the ignition. “Please let me...”
“Now now,” he told her kindly. “But maybe later, if you’re good.”
“I’ll be good!” Melody assured him immediately. “I’ll be so good! I promise!”
“What did I tell you about promises?” Zane coaxed her gently.
“Don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
“That’s right. And you don’t even know what you’re promising to do,” he chuckled.
“But –”
“But nothing,” he shushed her. “It’s time to go. We have an errand to run,” he told her as he straightened her clothes for her. Then he got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, opening Melody’s door and helping her to her feet.
Her legs felt like jelly, wobbly and unsteady. She leaned heavily against Zane, practically feeling intoxicated from desire. He wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her out of the parking lot to a nondescript, brick building that looked to be a warehouse of some sort.
“What is this place?” Melody asked as Zane opened the door.
He didn’t reply and he didn’t have to. As soon as Melody got a look inside the building, the answer was very obvious. Floor to ceiling shelving units lined the walls and they contained every size, style and color of sex toy imaginable. As she gawked at the wide variety of devices, Melody realized she didn’t even know what some of them were.
On the floor in the center of each aisle were large, provocative displays. Melody had never seen such racy looking mannequins before! Most of them wore extremely slutty lingerie, though a few wore latex corsets and spiky faux leather dresses. One held a whip in its hand. Another was down on its knees and had a red ball gag in its mouth, which was secured to its head with a leather harness.
Melody was stunned.
“You brought me to a sex shop ?” she squeaked when
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know,” he said, playing dumb. “But I know how to find out. Spread your legs.”
She hesitated.
“Do it now or I’ll pull over, bend you over the car and spank you right there on the side of the road,” he ordered. She was pretty sure he wasn’t serious about that, but then again, he had told her he always meant the things he said. She didn’t want to test him.
Hastily, Melody spread her legs wide, feeling dirty, nasty and downright sexy as she did so.
Zane’s fingers immediately found their way to her sex – and discovered her shameful secret.
He grinned from ear to ear as two of his fingers slid through her slickness before easing their way inside her. “You’re right, you didn’t like it,” he told her as she began to pant, rocking back and forth on his fingers shamelessly. “You loved it.”
Chapter 11
By the time Melody and Zane reached their destination, she was a wild-eyed, lust-filled mess.
He had kept her on edge for the remainder of the drive, his skilful fingers taking her body right to the brink of ecstasy before backing off. He watched her intently as they drove, monitoring her breathing, her moaning and the flush of her skin. He made it look easy, the way he read her like a book.
Unfortunately for Melody, that meant Zane knew exactly when to stop touching her. Every time she was about to go over the edge, he pulled his fingers away. Every single time, he left her squirming in frustration. Only when Melody had regained her composure did his fingers resume their teasing.
It was evil.
It was magical.
Slumped back in her seat, Melody was shaking as Zane pulled into a parking lot in the heart of the city. Perspiration shone on her brow and her legs were still shamelessly splayed wide.
It was funny, that. The more aroused she became, the more her shame and nervousness faded. All she could focus on was the pleasure she was being denied.
“Please,” she begged as Zane took the keys out of the ignition. “Please let me...”
“Now now,” he told her kindly. “But maybe later, if you’re good.”
“I’ll be good!” Melody assured him immediately. “I’ll be so good! I promise!”
“What did I tell you about promises?” Zane coaxed her gently.
“Don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
“That’s right. And you don’t even know what you’re promising to do,” he chuckled.
“But –”
“But nothing,” he shushed her. “It’s time to go. We have an errand to run,” he told her as he straightened her clothes for her. Then he got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, opening Melody’s door and helping her to her feet.
Her legs felt like jelly, wobbly and unsteady. She leaned heavily against Zane, practically feeling intoxicated from desire. He wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her out of the parking lot to a nondescript, brick building that looked to be a warehouse of some sort.
“What is this place?” Melody asked as Zane opened the door.
He didn’t reply and he didn’t have to. As soon as Melody got a look inside the building, the answer was very obvious. Floor to ceiling shelving units lined the walls and they contained every size, style and color of sex toy imaginable. As she gawked at the wide variety of devices, Melody realized she didn’t even know what some of them were.
On the floor in the center of each aisle were large, provocative displays. Melody had never seen such racy looking mannequins before! Most of them wore extremely slutty lingerie, though a few wore latex corsets and spiky faux leather dresses. One held a whip in its hand. Another was down on its knees and had a red ball gag in its mouth, which was secured to its head with a leather harness.
Melody was stunned.
“You brought me to a sex shop ?” she squeaked when
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