Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires)(37)

Reaching between my thighs, he stroked the outside of my silken panties. I clenched around him, trying to push him away. All I did was hold him closer. I was an accomplice in my own capture.

“We can't, we really can't!”

“I'm not letting you talk me out of this. Not when I can smell how turned on you are from here.” His thumb rubbed along my slit, fondling my * up and down. Any chance I had of denying him the truth—that he was ruining the panties we hadn't bought yet—faded under my own soft moans.

“Excuse me!” The heavy thudding of an angry fist assaulted the door. “I can hear you two in there!” Donna shouted. “Stop that this instant, or I'm calling security!”

Silver pulled away from me. I was cold from panic, but he was smiling like this was a game. Everything was, to him. “Stay here,” he said. Digging into his jacket, he slid out his wallet and thumbed through the cash.

He was carrying several thousand f*cking dollars.

Turning, he unlocked the stall. I glimpsed Donna, her face furiously beet red. I was sure that she thought the worst of me. Every claim I'd made earlier about how Silver and I weren't playing at being master and slave had been snuffed out.

“Sir,” she started to say.

Silver cut her off, his hand fanning out some bills. “Take this and leave us alone.”

Her eyes bugged out, dancing between the money and his grin. “I—what?”

“And this,” he went on, sliding another thick stack her way. “Is for the lingerie. We'll be taking everything.”

Donna had gone silent, but her hungry stare said plenty. Taking the money, she shot me one quick look...

And then she shut the door for us.

Silver spun, the centers of his eyes glowing. “Now, where were we?”

Pulling his pants down slightly, he shoved me back on the wall. His arms tangled around me, my hair blinding me. Some got in my mouth when I kissed him, but neither of us cared.

“Feel me,” he demanded, guiding my palm between us. The heat of his straining cock through his underwear was maddening. He controlled me, grinding my skin against him.

“Are we really doing this?” I asked softly. I was distracted by how good his length felt in my hand.

Spinning me, he grabbed my hair and bent my chest into the wall. I wouldn't have moved, but his palm came down—crispy spanking my ass. “Hey!” I gasped, trying to face him. He held tighter, slapping my other cheek.

“I want the store to hear you,” he said, brushing his suddenly exposed cock over my lower back. “Make some noise, Pet. Let them know how good you're getting f*cked.”

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 *. When I jumped, his eyes got sharper. “I love when you squirm. I'm not going to f*ck 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 f*cked 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?”