Biting my own wrist, I shook my head. My body was furiously turned on, but emotionally, I wasn't ready to tell that to the world.
The sound of paper ripping announced the condom. The new panties were guided down, still hugging around my hips. Slick from my juice, he rubbed his dick between my ass cheeks. I tensed up, peering back at him. “Not there.”
“No?” he asked, grinning.
“I can't. I haven't... and not like this.”
“Relax.” Licking his thumb lewdly, he brought it near my asshole. When I jumped, his eyes got sharper. “I love when you squirm. I'm not going to fuck your ass, Pet. Not now, anyway.”
Squeezing my hips, he hooked my panties and moved them aside. With the fabric cutting into both of us, he fed his cock into me. Groaning, I forgot where we were. I was too hungry for release, a slave to my own passion.
This bastard was right.
He could control me.
Silver fucked me with full, hard strokes. There was no patience. I had the feeling that he'd been lusting for me since we'd first had sex. He'd had a taste, and being forced to wait for more had cracked some of his stoniness.
“Yes,” he growled, hunching over me. “Fuck, yes. Drive your * back onto me. Do it!”
I obeyed, already gyrating helplessly.
A wave made of butter and trembles skipped down to my clit. My muscles clenched, making his every movement delicious. I was coming before I sensed it, caught off guard and openly whimpering.
It must have set him off; he clung to me, hammering into my twitching *. I thought, when his release tipped over, that he sighed in content. But that was a noise too soft for a man like him.
I must have imagined it.
Sliding backwards, he traced his fingers through my hair. “I missed you.”
Stunned, I remained where I was against the wall. He turned away, zipping his pants, effectively stopping me from responding.
I missed you, too, was my unsaid answer.
Gathering up the lingerie, he smiled at me over his shoulder. “Let's get out of here before they call security on us.”
“But you paid that woman to leave us alone.”
“Money doesn't guarantee people will act as you expect.”
Unsure what he was talking about, I changed into my old clothes, grabbed up the ones we'd soiled, and followed him out of the stall.
Everyone in the store looked at me when I appeared. They'd heard everything.
I kept my head down all the way until we got in his car.
****
“Listen,” I said, staring out the window at the world as it rolled by. “Back there, the woman at the store... she called you a Dom. Was she right?”
Silver was quiet for so long that I gave in and glanced at him. He was facing the road, focused—thoughtful. “No,” he said, stretching the word out. “I'm not.”
Shifting, I faced him fully. “Then what is all this? Calling me your pet and stuff.”
The centers of his dark eyes flicked at me, then away. “It's just how I feel.”
Pursing my lips, I willed him to explain further. He didn't. “You feel like I'm your pet? That makes no sense.”
His smile was absent. “I guess so.”
“That's all you have to say?”
“What more is there?”
Sinking into my seat, I breathed in sharply. “Any kind of explanation would do.”
He went quiet again. Tapping my knee in frustration, I opened my mouth, but he spoke first. “I don't think it's possible to explain how I feel. Some things don't work like that. If they did—” It was like he caught himself, his teeth cutting together to end his thoughts.
I'd been so fixated on him that I didn't notice our surroundings. Not until he started to slow down around a curve. We'd pulled into a wide open field. I could see everything for miles, so the planes were easy to spot.
“This is...” Blinking, I swung around to press my hands on my window. “An airport?”
“A private airfield.”
His car rolled to a halt in the middle of the concrete. In front of us waited a small jet, the wings shining gold and red in spite of the cloud cover. He turned the engine off, and I felt him staring at me.
I said, “That's yours, isn't it?”
“Of course.”
Sitting back, I looked over my shoulder at him. His expression was neutral. “Silver, why are we here?”
He didn't smile, but I kept expecting him too. “I need some sun, and there's no better place for sun in February than LA.”
My mouth fell open. “You want to fly to Los Angeles?” My brain tickled with understanding. “You want both of us to go, don't you?”
“It'd be good to get away, just for the weekend.”
My eyes spun back to the jet in wonder. “I thought you said we were going to spend the afternoon together?”
“You don't want to go?” His voice was full of that soft, velvet quality unique to him.
I couldn't stop staring at the jet. It was as foreign to me as a damn unicorn. It had been years since I'd flown.
Since I'd left this city.
I whispered, “I always wanted to visit LA.”