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Jeff

She refused to look at me as the chauffeured car the club had provided me pulled away from Velvet Underground.

Good.

Her mascara was smudged, and her thighs were still slick with her own arousal and squirt. She’d tried wiping it off but I’d stopped her.

I stretched one arm across the back of the seat and let the silence hang heavy in the air.

Leaning over, I demanded, “Show me your pussy.”

Finally, her gaze snapped to mine. Her eyes widened then she glanced at the rearview mirror. She knew the driver could see.

I couldn’t help but grin with sadistic glee.

Yeah, exactly . That’s the point .

She waffled, just long enough to amuse me, then with resignation to her fate, shifted forward on the seat and hiked up the hem of her dress so she could properly part her legs.

Outside the tinted window, the city rolled by.

Inside, I stared down at the wet, glistening mess between her thighs and felt my cock twitch in approval.

“Look at this, Tom.” I spread her open with one hand then dragged my fingers through her slick folds with the other. She shuddered at my touch. “She’s still soaked. I think she likes showing you her cunt.”

The driver’s eyes wavered between the mirror and the road. I could see the grin on his face, but he didn’t say anything, so I kept going. “You should have seen it. She squirted all over the table in front of everyone.”

Tom’s chuckle was low. “I’ll bet that was a helluva sight.”

I plunged two fingers inside her, and she tilted her hips slightly. I wasn’t even sure if she was aware she’d done it. The sound of her arousal echoed off the cab of the car as I finger fucked her.

“Then she came for them, too.” I brushed my lips against her ear and murmured, “You loved putting on a show, didn’t you whore? Just like you love letting Tom watch.”

“No,” she whimpered.

“Lying slut.” I dragged my soaked fingers out and held them up. “Look how wet she is, Tom.”

“I think she likes it, sir.”

I wiped my fingers across her mouth. “Yeah. She does.”

Vivian’s legs trembled, still spread wide.

“You want to come again, don’t you?”

“No.”

I chuckled as I circled her clit, and she bit her lip to hold back a moan.

“Liar.”

I directed my comments to the driver but kept my eyes on Vivian’s face. “What do you think, Tom? Should I let her come?”

“If you think she’s earned it, sir.”

That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.

I pulled my hand away and she whimpered at the loss. “She definitely has not earned it.”

Reaching forward, I pressed the button, and the divider slid up with a mechanical hum, sealing us off.

“But I have.”

I unzipped and pulled out my cock, thick and aching.

“Get to work, whore.”

****

Vivian

I stared at him, and for one insane second, I considered saying no.

But then I remembered the price tag he’d slapped on me. One hundred thousand dollars. He owned me. And this was what I’d agreed to.

I slid off the seat and sank to my knees on the floorboard, the carpet rough beneath my skin. I wrapped my fingers around his thick length. The tip dripped precum, and I smeared it around the crown with my thumb as I looked up at him.

His eyes were cold as he watched me swirl my tongue around the head, tasting his salty tanginess.

His musk filled my senses. I took a deep breath to savor his scent, before pulling him deeper into my mouth.

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked gently, trying to find a rhythm, but my own arousal still pulsed between my legs, distracting me.

“Deeper,” he said, voice calm but ruthless. “I want you to choke on it.”

I did as he said, opening my throat and sliding my mouth down until my nose brushed his stomach. My eyes watered, and he groaned when I looked up at him.

“Fuck yes,” he snarled as his hand came down on the back of my head and fisted my hair. “Just like that.”

He thrust up as he pressed my head down. His tip hit the back of my throat with each push.

“Keep sucking, slut.”

I knew every name he called me was meant to degrade me and remind me what I’d become. But all they did was make me wet. He was right—I was a whore.

Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I wanted to hate him. But I found I wanted to please him more.

He groaned again and held my head tight against him. “You going to swallow like a good little cumdump, or do I need to paint your face for the driver to see when we pull up?”

I whimpered around him, and he laughed triumphantly. The sound was dark and mean.

Then he held my head and grunted as his hot cum hit the back of my throat.

“Take it all,” he snarled through gritted teeth. “Don’t spill a fucking drop.”

I swallowed it all, and pulled my mouth off his cock, leaving his shaft spit shined.

He looked down at me, his thumb sweeping gently along the corner of my mouth.

“Good girl,” he murmured, quieter this time. Almost… reverently.