J. McKenna - Wanted - Kept Woman

His eyes finally dropped to the V of her legs. Suzanne found herself actually widening them, inviting him to look. His eyebrow went up when he spotted her unusual design.

“Is that what I think it is?”

She smiled. “Perhaps you need a closer look.” God, did I just say that? I sound like Wendy!

“That could lead to trouble.”

“Depends on your definition of the word.”

She sat up and started to pull her dress together, but he stopped her.

“Don’t,” he said in a soft but firm voice. “I like you like this.”

“What? Exposed?”

“No. Well, yes, but I was thinking of something else.” He paused, and then said, “Pliable.”

Suzanne did feel pliable at that minute. And a little slutty. She’d never had a man treat her this way. It made her want him all the more.

He reached in between her legs and cupped her sex, his fingers pressing hard against her clit. With a sudden shudder, Suzanne came. She could feel her wetness covering his fingers. She wanted to touch him, to gauge his hardness. She wanted him inside her. How could he hold back?

Brian pulled his hand away, causing her to wither, like a flower cut off from sunlight. Please, please fuck me! If he wanted her pliable, he got his wish. She thought she might melt into the floor.

He brought his hand up and stroked his fingers along her cheek, spreading her wetness, her own scent, on her face. It seemed an act of ownership, as if he were saying, “This is mine now. You are mine.”

Brian moved his fingers to her mouth and she opened up automatically, taking them in, tasting her own juices, surrendering herself to him completely. Her legs splayed open now, ready for whatever he wanted to do.

Brian eased down, pushing her dress up higher. Suzanne felt like she was someone else at that moment . This is so unlike me! Isn’t it?

But there was something about this man that made her want to expose herself to him, give her body to him. Not just the raw attraction of him, but something more, something deeper.

She felt his warm breath on her wetness. She bit her lip. For a moment, her guilt returned, telling her good girls don’t do this, good girls don’t act like sluts in the back of limos. She pushed the thought aside. This girl does. It just felt right. She trusted Brian, even though she barely knew him. He exuded power, like the way he handled those two men. Perhaps it was a basic instinct inherent in all women. Go for the man who can defeat other men—the Alpha Male. Brian was all of that.

When his tongue touched her for the first time, Suzanne gasped. Her legs twitched and she didn’t know if she wanted him to stop or go on. She needed him inside her. Yet she enjoyed the waiting too. She wanted him to control the situation, be the boss. Again, he touched her. She found herself thrusting her hips at him, making little noises in her throat.

Brian kissed her wet pussy, smearing her juices all over his lips, sucking at her hard clit and Suzanne exploded again. It happened so suddenly; it took her by surprise. She usually took a while to warm up, but not with this powerful man—a mere touch sent her off. She cried out and grasped his head tight against her in order to make him stop stimulating her for just a minute. She couldn’t bear it.

She released him and he blew out a breath, and they both laughed. She wasn’t done and she hoped she hadn’t ruined the mood. She needn’t have worried. He dipped back to her pleasure point and began again. It took longer this time, but not much longer.

“Oh, god, oh, god—Brian!”

Another wave of pleasure rocked her. She knew she was a soppy mess now, leaking all over the limo’s cushions, but she didn’t care. Nor did she care that the driver could probably hear her clearly. She had never abandoned herself to a man like this before. She wanted him inside her—right now!

Brian eased back and she expected him to unfasten his pants, but he didn’t. He sat across from her, smiling slightly, while she lay exposed to him. She became self-conscious and started to straighten up, but he stopped her with a shake of his head.

“No, don’t move. I want to look at you.”

Suzanne sank back against the cushions her legs splayed apart, her juices leaking. What kind of man was Brian? A little perverted, sure, but she liked it. She wondered if any of the other “finalists” were giving him this kind of show. She had to assume they were—they’d be fools not to.

“Unbutton your top.” It was a command.

Suzanne found herself obeying. She unfastened the top four buttons and pulled the material apart, exposing her heaving breasts. She smiled a sly little smile and let him take a good look. She fully expected him to fuck her now.

“Looks like we’re here.” The limo slowed to a stop.

Dammit! She mentally cursed her luck before catching herself. She’d just invite him upstairs, no problem. She began to gather herself.

“Wait.”

She paused, uncertain. She felt the driver get out, the door clumped closed behind him. She could visualize him walking around the car to the rear door. She wanted to cover up, but she didn’t, waiting for Brian’s signal. It was so deliciously naughty and so terribly embarrassing at the same time.

The door opened and Suzanne did finally gasp and sit up, closing her legs. She felt like a slut.

“Oh, sorry,” Baba said and closed the door immediately.

Brian smiled. “You were great.” He nodded at her, as if giving permission for her to dress. She buttoned herself up quickly and smoothed down her dress, trying to maintain some dignity. She had just exposed herself to the damn limo driver and now she was trying to maintain dignity? What dignity?

It’s okay—it’s what Brian wanted. That made everything all right.

Brian rapped his knuckles on the window and Baba opened the door again, helping Suzanne from the car. She glanced at him, but he was discreet enough to keep his eyes averted. Brian got out behind her. He walked her to the door.

“W-would you like to come up?” She needed him now more than ever.

“Not tonight. But I’m looking forward to this weekend.” Even as he spoke, he moved closer to her, pressing her against her door. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips again, a prolonged kiss, one that sent shivers through her. She could smell her scent on both their cheeks.

She lost herself in those lips, giving back as strong as she was getting, trying to convince him that he didn’t want to go home just yet. Suzanne felt his hand on her thigh and didn’t resist as it slipped underneath her dress and sidled up the outside to cup the soft edge of her ass. Her dress rode up and she was sure that passersby could see her, half exposed. She didn’t care—and she didn’t try to stop him. She was his. Take me!

They clung to each other for a few delicious seconds before Brian pulled away.

“Later,” he said. “I want you to be ready.” Then he was gone.

Suzanne felt an emptiness in her as she watched him walk away. Shit, how much more ready could I be?

Suzanne rubbed the vibrator over her clit and experienced her fourth orgasm. She groaned and writhed on the bed. Sweat soaked the sheets and the odor of her sex hung heavy in the room. Her dress lay in disarray on the floor by the bed. It had only been twenty minutes since Brian had walked her to the door.

She had practically run up the stairs after their goodnight kiss. She could still feel his fingerprints on her thighs. Now that she was inside, she was shocked by her behavior—so open, so slutty, so available. What if her neighbors had seen her? What would they think?