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overhead light, William.”
    Reminded that they weren’t alone, she tensed and lifted her head to look back over her shoulder. “Maybe this isn’t a great idea. Your driver—”
    “Is a very good driver who concentrates on the road.” Mikal rapped on the small window behind his seat. “William, can you see Miss Callista’s pussy?”
    “No, Mr. Steele.” A soft yellow glow filled the car as William switched on the light.
    “That’s good. I don’t think she’s really the audience type.” Mikal caught her gaze and lifted an eyebrow. “If you’re finished questioning me, I have big plans and little time.”
    His chiding tone made her blush. She bent back to the floor and rubbed her cheek on the carpet, silently deciding that Mikal was wrong. The idea of his driver knowing what was about to happen only amplified her excitement. When Mikal ran his hand over her ass and down between her thighs, his fingers slid easily in a thick pool of wetness. Callista inhaled sharply and squeezed her eyes shut. In the blackness behind her eyelids, surrounded by the low hum of the engine and Mikal’s even breathing, she quickly lost herself in his touch.
    He was very… thorough . Careful fingertips parted her outer lips and stroked each engorged petal before slipping into the narrow spaces between her inner and outer labia. His smooth fingernails gently scored her delicate flesh. Callista moaned against her forearm and arched her back, shifting into his touch. Mikal evaded her efforts to bring him in contact with her clit but gave her the next best thing when he slid one finger into her heat. Her body tightened around him, squeezing and pulling selfishly. Mikal indulged her by adding a second finger to the first. His thumb played across her anus and her nipples became painful points stabbing at her camisole and the floor below her.
    She started to shift her weight and cup her breasts but a little dark thought thrilled through her mind. She wanted to ask for permission instead of taking by rights. “Master?”
    His thrusting fingers stilled. “Yes?”
    “I want to pinch my nipples. May I?”
    He withdrew his fingers. “Get up on the seat and spread your knees.”
    Painfully empty, she unfolded her limbs and shifted up to sit across from him. Mikal had his pants unzipped and held his cock in one hand while he sucked on the fingers of the other. He took his time licking her arousal from his fingers while Callista squirmed against the leather, hyper-aware of her aching pussy and taut nipples. She was on the verge of just pulling off her top and cupping her breasts with or without his permission when he slid off his seat to kneel between her legs.
    She watched breathlessly as he bent his head and placed an open-mouthed kiss inside her thigh. His teeth traced the tendon running between her knee and groin. Temporarily forgetting about her breasts, she kicked off her flip-flops and put her feet on his thighs, using him as a springboard to propel her pussy toward his circling kisses. Mikal dodged her efforts but only long enough to pull her running shorts down over her hips, stretching the elastic to its limits across her spread thighs.
    “You act like you want something, lover.” Using his thumbs, he pulled her smooth lips apart and tilted his head. “And you look like you want something. Your clit’s all red and wet.”
    Clutching the edge of the seat with both hands, she sank deeper into the cushion and inched closer to his mouth. “I want you to suck on it. Please…Master.”
    He glanced up to meet her eyes, one brow raised. “That word isn’t a tool you can use to manipulate me. I like hearing it but it’s not going to get you what you want just as a reward for using it.”
    She flushed and dropped her gaze. “I’m trying to get used to the feel of it. Tell me when it’s appropriate and when it isn’t.”
    “Oh it’s appropriate all the time. I just wanted you to know it’s not always going to get you anywhere.