Purgatory Masters(49)

Without wasting any more time, they slipped from the lounge and turned toward the rear door that led to the adjacent parking lot. Walking her out through the crowded restaurant was out of the question. Maggie had found her way to a comfortable spot with her submission and he wasn’t about to break that by carrying her through a busy room. He pushed open the door and true to form, his driver stood next to the car waiting for him.

“Take us home.”

“Yes, Sir.” The door was opened and Tucker ducked them both into the backseat.

“That must be nice.”

“What’s that?”

“Having a car and driver on standby ready to whisk you away at a moment’s notice.”

Tucker smiled. “A successful conglomerate does have its perks.”

Maggie nestled closer and Tucker gave them a few minutes for her to relax and for him to gather her thoughts. It wasn’t easy with a warm, willing woman plastered to his body. He’d been hard long before she’d arrived at the restaurant and things had only progressed from there. Her still-bare breasts beckoned to him and it wasn’t long before he began tracing small circles around the edges of her nipples. She was so soft and warm. He wanted to play with her all night.

“You have beautiful breasts, little one.” He was immediately rewarded with puckered skin and taut nipples. Like him, her arousal had returned in full force. It didn’t take long before she squirmed in his lap like a wiggly puppy.

“You’re torturing me again, Tucker.”

“I know.” Instead of stopping, he pinched her nipples and bent forward to draw one into his mouth. This close to her skin, the soft scent of vanilla assaulted his senses. Great. She smelled like a sugar cookie and tasted like sin. The ache in his cock intensified and he wondered if it could get any worse.

It could.

She twisted and turned until the crease of her soft ass rested across his rigid erection, reminding him that she still wore his plug. A low groan escaped him. At this rate he’d be insane before they reached his house.

Fuck it. Who needed a bed?

“Roll over and present your ass, little one.”

His lovely angel twisted a bit awkwardly before resettling once again with her ass in the air and her breasts squashed against the side of his legs.

“You’ve had a lot of leeway these last several days but you should know that as we continue I will establish rules and consequences for breaking them. There is a lot to be said for spontaneity in life but I rather enjoy making plans and seeing them through.”

“I’m so—” she started to apologize again

“No. Don’t. You did exactly the right thing tonight. Not every plan is perfect and it gives me a great deal of confidence that you understand the use of a safeword.” He lifted her skirt and began caressing her pale cheeks. “Now I have a decision to make. Do I continue? Or do I give you a break for tonight?”

Her body jerked and she whimpered.

“That’s what I thought, but first things first.” He spread her ass checks and Maggie gasped. “I think you’ve worn this long enough. I want you ready, not sore.”

“No. please. Not yet.”

Tucker arched his brow. That was not the reaction he expected. “Then tell me what you want.” He slid his hand along the bottom curve of her ass to the pussy below. There he ran his fingers over her slit, reveling in the moisture that taunted him. She was as ready as he was, maybe more so.

When she didn’t answer, he repeated the question. “What do you want, Maggie? I want to hear it.” As he moved toward her opening, she titled her hips in an obvious effort to get him to touch her at a more needed angle. Instead he withdrew his hand and swatted her ass.

“I want you inside me. Don’t want to wait.”

Better. She’d given him part of the truth. “Hmm. I believe you do want to be fucked but that’s not all of it. What about this?” He tapped on the base of the plug until she quivered against him. Her muscles clenched and unclenched around the toy, the sight making his cock pulse in demand. If he didn’t get inside her soon, his head was going to blow. “You have to be honest. If we don’t learn to communicate better we’ll end up making another mistake.”

She turned her head and met his gaze. For a second he couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. In the next moment, she struggled against his hold. “Please let me up.”

He sensed a thread of steel behind her request. Curious about what the hell was going through her mind he held up his hands in mock surrender and let her push to her feet. His confusion grew as she crawled back on his lap this time straddling his legs so she faced him. As her pussy pressed against him, a renewed surge of lust grabbed him by the balls. He’d give her a moment but that’s it. He didn’t possess an infinite amount of patience and the memory of sinking into her heat earlier in the evening made rivulets of sweat roll down his spine as he held back.