Which was completely understandable…andhonestly, this point had come quicker than I’d thought it might. He was sofocused on keeping me safe, I’d expected him to push back a bit harder.
Luckily, I was irresistible.
To him at least.
When I was starting to recognize the neighborhoodand knew we only had a few miles to go, I turned to Stuart to ask him what hisplan was. At the very least I needed to know if I should think of somethingelse to keep myself occupied for the rest of the day since I knew he wouldn’tlet me go back to work.
Master had other plans, however.
“You have until we get home to orgasm andyou must stay covered. Over your clothes stimulation only.” When I didn’timmediately move, scrambled brain cells and all, he snorted. “You’re losingtime and your orgasm if you’re not careful. You won’t get another shot. I’lltell you that.”
Now?
Time?
Oh, shit.
I didn’t even think about what I was doingor how I looked. I just immediately grabbed my dick through my pants andstarted rubbing one out. There were a thousand little things that would havemade it more practical, but nothing that would’ve made it more erotic.
My Master was watching.
He was rewarding me for being good.
He knew I was going to be embarrassed whenit was all over.
Watching me made him hard…all it took forme to come was to see him reach down and give his own dick a good squeeze as wecame to a stop sign. Knowing I’d pleased him took everything to another leveland threw me into my orgasm.
As I cried out, his hand tightened on myneck, making it impossible to forget that I was doing it for him. Master wantedto see me come. Master wanted to watch me shake and cry out. Master wanted towatch me blush.
Well, that would have to wait until I hadblood in my head and the ability to think.
I was lying against the seat, breathlessand with my eyes closed just soaking up the feelings running through me, whenwe slowed down enough that I knew we were home. “I did it, Master. I camebefore we got home.”
Stuart’s wicked chuckle sent a shiverthrough me. “Yes, you did.”
His pleasure at the situation was whatfinally made me blush, but something in me felt happy too. It was an oddcombination I wasn’t sure I’d be able to describe no matter how many differentways Dr. Sheppard could ask the same question.
Instead of stopping completely, we pausedand the car started to roll. Opening my eyes, I saw we were actually pullinginto his garage. Since he always seemed to park in his driveway, I glancedover.
“Privacy seemed like the best idea.” Hesmirked and glanced down at my lap.
It wasn’t terribly obvious yet, but I knewbefore too long there would be no way to hide what I’d been doing. “Thank you,Master.”
It wasn’t something I would have thoughtabout until it was too late and we’d run into one of his neighbors or somethingequally as awkward, so I was glad his brain was working.
As he turned the car off and the garagedoor came down, I was expecting another order. But instead of telling me to getout of the car or just wait for him, he unbuckled and shifted in his seat tostudy me.
His expression was volleying betweenaroused Dom and concerned friend. I wondered for a few seconds which side ofhis personality would win, but he seemed to integrate both as he spoke. “Tellme your safewords.”
“Red stops everything. Yellow means slowdown. Green is I’m good with what we’re doing.” I probably should have expectedsome kind of check-in, but I was still gathering up my wandering brain cells.
“Tell me where you’re at.”
He was so cute.
“Green.” Like a wonderfully bright vividgreen that would make a decorator wince, but I kept that part to myself becauseit seemed a bit dramatic, even for me.
“Very good.” He gave off more curiouslymixed signals as he took in my answer. His expression got sterner and sexier,but his shoulders relaxed. On anyone else, the combination might have made menervous.