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standing man grabbed tight onto his partner’s head and fucked him as if he were an inanimate object.
    “In the car.”
    Elle slipped into the car, and she wondered again who it belonged to. Now that she’d had an orgasm, she was able to think straight again. Her panties sat in a crumpled heap between her seat and the door. She picked them up, rolled down the window and tossed them to the handsome stranger who had just fucked her.
    He caught them with a little smile and raised them in a gesture of thanks.
    “Why did you do that?” Cunningham pulled away from the curb.
    “They were on the floor and dirty and I didn’t want to chance them getting put in my mouth again.”
    Cunningham made a strangled noise between a laugh and a growl, as if he thought her response was funny but didn’t want to encourage her. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, but he drove quickly, weaving through traffic effortlessly. “Are you ok?”
    “Sure.”
    “Elle… I’m not asking this as your Dom. I’m asking as your boyfriend who cares about you very much. Were you upset by what just happened?”
    “No… It’s nothing.”
    “It’s something. Elle, I don’t care what we’re doing or who’s watching. If you ever feel that the situation is an unhealthy one, you need to speak up. We’ve been over this!”
    “I loved what just happened. It’s not that.”
    “Then what is it? Elle, I’m not a goddamn mind reader. If you won’t tell me what’s bothering you, then I’ll get Jonathan to come over, and you can tell him.”  
    “Why are you driving some woman’s car?”
    He looked at her sharply. “Excuse me?”
    “Are you sleeping with other women?”
    The muscles in Cunningham’s jaw flexed. He didn’t answer, though, and a moment later he slowly pulled into a parking lot. They weren’t far from where he lived now; Elle recognized some of the taller buildings.
    He turned the car off. “Get out.”
    Elle grabbed for the handle and opened the door. They’d left the nightclubs behind, and this area didn’t have a lot of traffic… it could be a while before she could flag down a taxi.
    “Now!”
    She got out and wrapped her arms around herself. Cunningham came around angrily and stopped inches from her. His chest heaved.
    “Drive,” he said through gritted teeth.
    “I can’t drive stick.”
    “There’s no clutch. Shifting is optional. Get your ass in the car and drive.”
    “Why?”
    “Because it’s your car, dammit,” he roared, and Elle ran to obey. Shaking, she lowered herself behind the wheel. Her mind was spinning. Her car? Her car?
    Cunningham got in and slammed the door. “Go straight along that road and make a right in three blocks.”
    “Cunningham—”
    “You don’t trust me. I get it.”
    “But—”
    “But nothing. Drive.”
    Shaking, Elle started up the car. It was truly a thing of beauty, not to mention the most generous gift she’d ever received. And she couldn’t even get excited because he was furious with her… angrier than she’d ever seen.
    There was no way this was going to end well.
    She pulled jerkily into the street, adjusting to the car’s amazing power.  
    “I—”  
    “We’ll talk about this later. Just drive.”
    By the time she finally pulled up in front of his apartment, she was convinced he was going to end things with her. It was like the earlier hazing had been a horrible foreshadowing of the future.
    She needed to deal with this head on. “Cunningham, can we talk?”
    “Hand your keys to the valet.”
    That meant he wasn’t going to just send her home. There was a chance she could redeem herself. Heaving a sigh of relief, Elle turned the keys over and hurried to where Cunningham waited just inside the lobby. When the elevator arrived, he stepped inside, and Elle followed.
    He wouldn’t look at her. Elle frantically tried to think of what she would say. But he was right. She’d shown an astonishing lack of faith, based on nothing.
    The second they