It takes her a moment to get used to the plug, but before long she’s walking along at a decent pace. When we get in the backseat of the car and the driver pulls out onto the road, I push the vibrate button on my phone. I smile like the devil when she shudders and her eyes close. Claire becomes mine tonight. She doesn’t know it yet but the necklace I gave her is my collar.

I will have her. I can’t fight this shit any longer. One taste of her pussy and I knew I was gone. Fucking kryptonite pussy. She has it.

“Max…It’s too much. I can’t...” Her fingers dig into my thigh.

I start to think maybe she’s not cool with it.

But, her eyes roll over to mine. “I need you right now.”

Goddamn right you do, forever.

“Later.” I smirk and turn the plug off.

Her face scrunches up. “You suck.”

“Oh yeah. I will suck.” I lean next to her. “On your clit later.”

We make it to the event and when we step out of the car a photographer takes our picture for the Dallas society page in the newspaper.

I give her a quick glance. “Don’t fidget.”

Her fingers move away from her collar.

“Sorry. It’s just so gorgeous and expensive. I’m afraid of losing it.”

“You won’t.” I grin, knowing the clasp only opens if I unlock it with a special key.

We make our entrance and there are so many eyes on Claire. I glare at any of the men, so they know who she’s with. They can look but never touch.

She’s mine and only mine.

I’m fucking eager to get this party over with and get her to the club, so I can show her a brand new world. My world. The world I want to share with her. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. I don’t know how she’s going to react, even though I think she’ll love it.

“Mr. Bass. Glad you could make it. And who is this?” Carter Wilkes raises his brow and grins at Claire.

I have to force a smile. I can’t fuck this up. “This is Claire.”

“Wow. You look like an absolute angel.” The old fucker stares at her tits and I can tell it makes her uncomfortable by the way she shifts.

I knew he’d be a little ridiculous. He’s onboard with the deal, but his younger brother is a real asshole.

Claire offers him a weak smile and I take her farther into the room. Their family owns an art collection that my client wants to buy for a museum he plans on opening. If I negotiate this contract well, I stand to earn retirement-type money.

Claire stiffens as I hand her a flute of champagne.

“What’s wrong?” I didn’t turn the plug back on.

“At the bar.” She takes a hefty drink.

I expect to see her brother or something, but no, it’s that motherfucker Brian. Anger bubbles up but I have to keep my cool. I can’t afford to make a scene.

I’m going to kill this piece of shit. Soon.

“What’s he doing here?” It’s more rhetorical. I don’t expect an answer. I don’t really care. All I know is he’s a dead man walking.

He spots Claire and starts in our direction. I shoot him a cold look and he turns the other way and nearly rams into a table like a fucking douche.

Thank God she never fucked him. I cringe at the thought.

“Come on. We have a few other people to meet.”

She downs the rest of her champagne and I tell her to slow down. I don’t want her wasted.

It isn’t long before dinner is served, and Brian takes a seat across from us next to Carter’s sister.

The old bitch stares up at us. “Claire? I thought you were dating Brian. He’s my grandson.”

Everyone at the table turns to Claire. She stares at me like she had no idea, and I believe her, but we still have to get through this bullshit.

“Grandma. Now isn’t the time.” Brian gulps when he sees me glaring at him.

I’m sure he doesn’t want me telling his family how he put his hands on her.

“Claire is my date this evening, Mrs. Wilkes.”

“Eleanor, please. And what a shame. I really thought you two were going to get married.” She turns to Brian.

I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take. Fuck it.

Claire coughs and I press the button for the vibrator. She pushes back her chair abruptly.

I grin.

“If you’ll excuse me. I need to use the ladies’ room.” Her eyes narrow into slits as she looks at me.

“I hope it wasn’t something I said.” Eleanor looks clueless.

I’m having way too much fun with this as Claire walks away.

I wait a few minutes and excuse myself as well.

I pull my phone and send a text to Claire.

Maxwell: You better not be removing the plug.

I turn up the intensity as I stand outside the bathroom. I hear her yelp and can’t resist going in. She doesn’t see me as I ease the door shut. I crank the plug up a little higher.

“Oh God.” She grips the bathroom sink.

“Close.”

Her head whips around to me. “Max. I can’t. Please.”

I lock the door and stroll over to her. “Not much longer. I promise. But for now. I spin her around and push her dress up on her hips. I have to bite back a groan at the sight of her pink swollen pussy, just aching for my mouth.

I go down on my knees and give her clit a kiss. Her legs tremble when my mouth presses on her.

“Please.” She lets out a deep exhale. “I need you.”

“I know exactly what you need. Soon.” I turn the plug off and pull her dress down. “Patience is a virtue.”

Claire glares at me and I discreetly exit the bathroom.

When she returns to the table I smile and the band starts to play.

“Dance with me.” I don’t ask her. I tell her.

Her hand finds mine and I lead her to the floor. Pulling her body close to mine I want nothing more than to take her right here. I can practically smell her pussy under the thin layers of fabric on her dress.

“The things I want to do to you right now.” I growl in her ear and nip at the shell. “You are so fucking sexy, Claire.”

A tap on my shoulder pulls me out of our moment. “Make an old man happy and let me cut in,” Carter says. “My brother is ready to hear your proposal.”

I eye him up and down, and look at Claire, letting her know I’ll be right back. “Excuse me.” I turn to Carter and give him a stern look. “Hands to yourself.”

“Of course, son.”

I laugh and make my way to where Bill waits alone.