Punished By Passion: His Dirty Submissive

Chapter 2

I spot Cole's Porsche immediately. Its sleek exterior contrasts with the beat up minivans and motorcycles surrounding it. I lean against its hood, wondering how long Cole is planning on making me wait.

Thirty seconds later, he strolls out of the café.

“Get in,” he says, clicking the car keys.

I slide into the buttery smooth seat. I’m a little rattled by how nonchalant Cole is being, he’s acting like he knew all along that I was going to agree to his offer.

He starts driving, and I finally work up the courage to ask him the question.

“Did you know I was going to be waiting outside for you?”

“Of course.” I catch the faintest smirk on the corner of his lips. It infuriates me and turns me on, and then I’m angry for being turned on.

“You know, you could dial down your arrogance a notch,” I huff, crossing my arms.

“Why?” He smirks, amused.

“Because you don’t know everything. You didn’t know I was going to agree to your deal. You guessed and got lucky.”

“Oh, really? How sure are you about that, Jacqueline?”

“What do you mean, how sure am I? I can’t prove that you were just guessing.”

“Humor me.”

“Ok …”

I have no idea where he’s going with this.

“If I can prove that I knew you’d agree to this deal, I’m going to drive you to my place and f**k your brains out on every surface. If you win, I’ll give you a thousand dollars. Deal?”

I lick my lips. It’s not like it’s a bad deal—either way, I win. “Deal,” I say.

“Spread your legs for me.”

“What?”

“You heard me, Jacqueline.”

I stare at Cole. He’s gripping the wheel tightly, and the veins in his jaw pop. I know I should put up some resistance to his demand, but the truth is that I don’t want to resist. There’s something about his low, masculine voice and how crisp my name says coming out of his lips. When he talks, I feel something stirring between my legs. Something I’ve never felt before that makes me want to submit. To give in to him.

I part my legs and my breath hitches. Cole keeps his eyes on the road and slowly lifts one hand off the steering wheel. He gently grazes between my legs, and when his fingers brush my black thong, I automatically flinch. My p***y is pulsing, and I’m caught between desperately wanting him to touch me there and scared of what I’ll do if he does.

He drags a single finger slowly up the damp cotton of my panties, teasing me with maddening strokes, the pressure feather-light but enough to make my hips twitch.

“Let’s see if you’ve been a naughty girl, Jacqueline,” he murmurs, voice low and cruelly amused. His hand slips inside my panties before I can breathe, two fingers sliding through my slick folds. Heat floods my face as he brushes against my swollen clit, and his lips twist into that wicked smile that makes me want to disappear and spread my legs wider at the same time.

Then he pushes a finger inside me without warning. My cunt clamps down greedily around him, and a shameless whine escapes my throat before I can bite it back. I purse my lips, desperate not to give him another sound, but it’s too late—he heard it. Worse, he felt it. Felt how wet I am. How much my body is betraying me.

“This is how I knew you’d say yes,” Cole says smugly, pulling his finger out with a wet sound that makes my insides clench.

“Open.” He commands.

My jaw falls open automatically, and he slips the glistening finger into my mouth.

What the f**k is wrong with me? Why am I just letting him—no, wanting him—to do this?

“Good girl,” he drawls. “Such an obedient little slut. Suck.”

Humiliation burns hot in my cheeks, but my cunt throbs harder. I suck, then harder when he growls the word again. My tongue curls around the finger, tasting my own slick, salty and obscene. He watches me, and the way he smirks makes me squirm in my seat. I feel the pulsing ache between my legs grow unbearable, and instinctively I grind down against the leather seat, chasing relief.

But he catches me instantly.

“What the f**k do you think you’re doing, princess?” His voice sharpens, and I freeze.

He pulls his finger out of my mouth, leaving my lips wet and parted.

“Uh—n-nothing,” I stammer, heart hammering, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror but avoiding his.

“Don’t lie to me.” His tone drops, lethal. “Answer me truthfully, or I’ll pull over and punish you until you can’t sit without remembering me.”

Shame and desire twist inside me, dark and dizzying. The thought of him punishing me has my thighs clenching so hard it hurts. I should tell him to stop. I should push him away. Instead, my lips part and I hear myself whisper—

“Try me.”

His eyes flash dangerously, and the air in the car turns razor-sharp. He yanks the wheel, the car swerving hard into a shadowed side street. My stomach plummets as adrenaline surges through my veins.

When he finally stops, he turns toward me. His icy stare pins me in place, stripping me bare until I can’t breathe. My blood freezes, yet my cunt throbs so violently I think I might come from that look alone.

Fear and hunger churn inside me until they’re indistinguishable.

“Out of the car,” he orders, voice like steel. “Now.”