Page 36 of Under His Command
“I…”
“When I ask you something, I expect you to be honest with me. I don’t care if you think you have the right reasons to lie. You do not worry about me. Not now, not ever. But me? I will turn this world upside down to protect what’s mine. And lest you forget it, angel, you do belong to me now. Do you not?”
“Rowan… I’m really…”
“Answer me.”
“Yes, I belong to you now.”
“Splendid. I will take care of this small interference later. Now… there’s a black box on the seat next to you. Pick it up,” he says, directing my attention to the object. He’s so blunt today—more so than usual. I wonder if everything is all right with him.
“What is this?”
“A suction device. For your pussy.”
“Oh.”
I can sense the dark smile on his face as he continues, “Turn it on, and put it under your skirt until Perez drives you to your destination.”
How does he know I’m wearing a skirt? My cheeks flush with heat as I take the object out of the box, inspecting it. It’s shaped like a pink rose, and I can’t help but press my thighs together imagining the way it would feel sucking on my sensitive clit.
“But Perez… I can’t possibly do that with him in the car.”
“You can, and you will. Stay still and don’t let him see it. This is for me and no one else. I’m watching you right now, and I want to see you squirm on that seat until he drops you off.”
“Rowan…” I plead, though if I’m being honest, I kind of want to go through with it. He’s watching me right now? Well then, I’m going to give him a good fucking show.
“Lift up your skirt, Dove. Or I’ll make you.”
I burn at the dominance in his voice while simultaneously fidgeting with the ends of my skirt, pulling it up a few inches. My naked legs pebble with goose bumps and my pussy pulses in anticipation of submitting to him.
“Show me your pussy. Pull your panties to the side.”
My fingers stroke my pussy through my thong, darting out to the side where I can pull the fabric away to reveal the soft bundle of nerves between my legs. I’m already so wet.
“Fuck,” Rowan grunts. His voice gets louder, as if he’s approaching the phone, trying to join me here on this seat.
“Yes,” I moan in response, mimicking his reaction as I press my fingers to my pussy, arching my back like a cat.
“Turn it on. Press the toy to your slit. Hard. As if I’m there, pushing my tongue into you.”
I do as he says, my head dipping back from the heat that’s curling at the base of my spine, driving pleasure all throughout my core. My walls clench around nothing, the toy sucking me in like it’s indeed Rowan’s mouth licking all over my starved pussy. I lean back, huffing out air with every deep stroke, every tendril of pleasure that makes my legs shake as my orgasm builds up inside me.
“Press your thighs together around the toy. Remove your hand and pull your skirt back over your pussy. I’m sending Perez in the car right now.”
“No, please, wait—ahhh.”
“Now, Dove. Or he’ll see you come all over your hands, and then I’ll have no choice but to pluck out his eyeballs. Do you understand?”
“You wouldn’t…” I gasp, pressing the toy harder to my slit, my hips buckling to the point where I’m now riding it.
“I would do far worse if another man ever saw you like that without my permission. Perez means nothing to me. You mean everything.”
The car stops in front of Rowan’s house, and Perez is the first to get out—thank God. I’m all flushed, wet, and needy for Rowan as the toy keeps sucking between my legs like a starved, sentient being.
Hesitantly, I take it out of my pussy and put it back in the small box, willing my shaky legs to move and keep me upright as I step outside on the pavement.
Rowan hasn’t called again, so I’m not sure why he wanted me here, at his house, in the spur of the moment. I make my way into the living room, the door already unlocked for me. But no sooner do I make it inside when… I feel it.
