Of course she would do as I told her.

She was my little whore. And I fucking loved it.

Turning away from her in the limo was hard.

Very hard.

Almost as hard as my cock that was currently straining against the crotch of my pants. But I didn’t have a choice. She broke the rules and she needed to be punished.

My cock throbbed at the very thought of the punishment I was going to deliver.

In my office, I took a minute to get control of myself. The best way I knew to deal with a raging erection, besides the obvious, was to go through work emails and that’s exactly what I did.

I was right. It didn’t take long before my cock relaxed enough that I would be able to stay in control. I looked at the clock. It had been ten minutes.

Not long enough.

Even without touching her, I knew how wet Abby had been. She’d been on the verge of screaming out her pleasure in the middle of the most expensive restaurant in town, for fuck’s sakes. And she would have, too.

That was one of the things I loved about her. She was so fucking desperate for pleasure. A greedy little whore, she would have come all over herself right there, wearing a thousand-dollar gown, surrounded by people. And she wouldn’t have cared, because all she cared about was coming. And I could have made it happen.

I almost did, too.

It had been an exercise in control, for sure. Especially when I saw the way she was trying to discreetly rub her legs together as she walked to the limo. She’d been shaking from need so bad that she could barely put one foot in front of the other. She was too greedy for her own good.

Which was why she’d slipped up and called me Mr. Conrad.

“Dammit, Abigail.” I slammed a fist against my desk and rubbed a hand roughly over my face.

I’d had much different plans for how that limo ride was supposed to go.

Much. Different.

My cock thickened again just thinking about how I was going to make her wait. She was going to be on her knees on the floor of the limo, with my big cock in her mouth. I’d have one hand on the remote, driving the vibrations higher and higher as the other hand wrapped in her hair, keeping her head in place as she sucked me off.

“Fuck it.” Control be dammed. I clearly needed the release before I went to her room. Quickly, I unzipped my pants and let my hard, ready cock free.

I pushed back from the desk, closed my eyes and stroked myself as I pictured my sexy, greedy little whore on her knees taking me in her mouth over and over. She sucked and licked, her eyes rolling back in her head as the vibrator incessantly drove her need to the point of insanity.

I groaned, picturing the way I’d ease off the controls at just the right moment, denying her the release she craved until I was ready, and then finally I would be. I’d flick the switch to high and she’d lose all control over her body as the orgasm that had been building all night crashed through her at the exact moment that I’d take my release. Her screams of pleasure would be muffled by my own come shooting into her mouth. She’d swallow all of it, and when I was finally depleted, I’d reach between her legs past the gown, now ruined by her juices, and stick my fingers inside her slick wetness, before making her once more taste the pleasure I’d given her.

Two more pumps, and I came hard with the image of my fingers between Abby’s sweet pink lips.

I let my head fall back and took a minute to pull myself together. Never had a woman made me lose control like this.

I was always in control.

Always.

But Abby was different than any of the other women I’d had. So very different. And it wasn’t just the arrangement. Although that was different.

And maybe that was it? Maybe that was the reason I couldn’t get enough of her?

But I knew that wasn’t it.

It was more.

And if I wasn’t careful, I was going to be in too deep with her.

No feelings. Not ever.

Which was why I needed to get up to her room and teach her a lesson about obedience. This was a weekend arrangement. That was it.

I just needed to remember that.