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shining like a beacon in the dimly lit limousine.
    I spread my legs, hooking them over Logan’s bent knees. He slides his feet outward, exposing me even more. The driver, if he looks behind him, will see the drops of moisture glistening on my pussy lips.
    “You’ll stay like this for the rest of the trip,” Logan instructs. “And you won’t come, not until I give you permission. Your pleasure belongs to me, tonight, tomorrow, seven months and five days from now. Do you understand?”
    I swallow hard. “Yes, sir.”
    “If you touch yourself, I’ll be very disappointed.” He places my fidgeting hands on my legs and covers them with his rough palms. “If another man touches you, I’ll financially destroy him.”
    “I understand, sir.” I’ve heard the rumors, seen how competent business leaders scurry around my billionaire investor, babbling and sweating and acting scared out of their wits. I know he can deliver on his vow.
    We sit in sexually-infused silence. Every couple of minutes, Logan reaches between my legs and strums my intimate folds, brushing my clit, keeping me in a constant state of arousal, teaching me a lesson I won’t ever forget. He controls me, my anguish and my bliss.
    Determined to survive this sweet torture, to earn his approval, I play mind games with myself, counting backward, reciting financial ratios, seeking to distract myself.
    But every time I find an effective way to deal with his erotic assault, he changes his technique, the damn man throwing me off balance. My brain melts. My willpower wanes. I start to shake, my pussy juices dripping on the seat, my musk scenting the air.
    “You didn’t ask where we’re going, pet.”
    It’s a struggle to concentrate on this comment. I want him so much. “I trust you, sir.” Sexual strain stretches my words, raising my pitch.
    “We’re returning to my home.” My billionaire master acts as though carrying on a conversation with a half-naked woman sitting in his lap is a normal occurrence for him. “The house is secure, my people can be trusted, and I want your scent on my sheets, your pretty blonde hair spread over my pillows. Do you have any concerns about this plan?”
    I force myself to picture his home in my mind, to ignore my need. Logan owns a sprawling mansion in one of most private and exclusive neighborhoods in Toronto. Iron gates surround the gorgeous European style structure, securing the grounds. Tall maple trees block the views of curious passersby.
    It’s a sanctuary in the city and very few people have seen inside it. Excitement shimmers over me, adding to my arousal. In a few minutes, I will be one of these people…if I’m worthy. Desire rages through my body and I grit my teeth.
    “Answer me, pet.”
    Oh, God. His deep sexy baritone nudges me closer to release. “I have no concerns, sir.” I push the words past my trembling lips.
    “You’re a good girl.” His reassuring rumble delights me. I’d smile but I’m scared that slight movement will push me over the edge. “You deserve a reward for trusting your master.”
    “Sir?” If that reward is more pleasure, I’ll cry.
    “You’re in a bad way, aren’t you, pet?” The sadistic bastard chuckles. “You did so well.” He scoops me out of his lap, handling me as though I weigh nothing, and he places me gently on the soft leather seat beside him. “Once my tongue touches your sweet pussy, you can come.”
    “Thank you, sir.” I spread my thighs, desperate for release, my body shaking painfully.
    My billionaire master cups my ass, his firm grip lending me some of his restraint, and he lifts my pussy higher, gazing at me. “You’re ready for my touch.”
    He licks me with the flat of his tongue, and I buck upward, screaming, coming hard, splintered apart by the exquisite stimulation. Colors explode in my brain, bliss rushing over me, curling my fingers and my toes.
    Logan draws back and watches me as I twist and turn in his big hands, shameless in my desire,