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Ireally, really hatehow much I love his dirty words.

I’ve never had someone whisper “good girl” to me before Ian. I’ve never had a damn person talk to me the way he does, and right now, I don’t know why I’m craving it so much. It’s like there’s a hole in my heart where these words just sit and warm me up, filling me.

I’mnotin love with him.

I do want his cock, though.

I bite my lip when he calls me a good girl. He smiles because he knows exactly how much this is affecting me. If I had to guess, I’d say that Ian has played this game with other girls before. He’s probably done it with girls who were prettier, smarter...brighter. He’s probably saidgood girlto people who were better than me. I don’t even care, though because he’s not saying it to them now.

He’s saying it to me.

And when he calls me a good girl, I’ll do anything in the damn world to make him happy.

He rubs his dick harder now. He’s getting serious. I want to reach between my legs and touchmyself, but I’m doing everything in my power to keep myself from doing just that. I don’t want to be the person who can’t wait. I don’t want to be the person who can’t muster up the slightest bit of self-control because I really do want him.

If I obey him, he’s going to reward me.

I just know it.

That’s how men like Ian operate. They force you to obey and then when you do, you get a prize. If you don’t obey, you don’t get a prize. You get hurt instead. You get a little punishment. Sometimes it’s worse than others.

“I need you to get it tomorrow,” he says. “Bring it to me.”

I nod. I’m not actually scheduled to work tomorrow, but I can move some things around. Nobody will question if I try to pick up an extra shift. Everyone knows that my family life isn’t great, although nobody actually knows why. I keep all of that stuff to myself. My entire life is kept completely private because I don’t want anyone to realize who my father is or what he’s capable of.

“Rub your tits, Rose.”

A command.

It’s an easy one. I lean back against the window, but I keep facing him. My left foot is on the floor of the car, but I raise my right leg onto the seat. Now my legs are spread, but I don’t actually touch between them. Not until he tells me to. Then I’ll rub my pussy until I come for him. My whole body is aching with desire and need.

At this point, I’ll do just about anything if it means being allowed to get off.

“Just like that,” he nods. “Good.”

I nod. My mouth suddenly feels dry. He’s still rubbing his cock hard and fast and brutally, but I love it. Every second of this feels super fucking good. I love how hot this whole experience is. My breasts are sore, but I rub them anyway. That’s what he wants to see, after all.

I’ll give him what he wants to see.

Good girl.

I just hear that phrase echoing over and over in my head. I wonder how many other times I’m going to hear Ian say that to me. Maybe this will be the last time, but somehow, I don’t think that it will be.

I know that he’s close to coming apart right here in the car because his breathing gets heavier. He’s rubbing faster, still watching as I run my fingers over my skin. I don’t stop. Not for a second.