The Twelve Zenati Pt. 17

Noah was beyond pleased, despite her guilty silence. His fingers continued to work on her as the thin material of her thong stretched and rubbed at her swollen clit. He felt her thighs tremble moments before she cried out and arched up, her muscles stiffening in the moment before she came over his hand. He withdrew his hand and wiped it over the back of her skirt. The dress would be ruined now. He smirked at the angry tirade that would probably ensue later and would give him another excuse to punish her and further his exploration of her.

Marcella was mostly dead weight as he moved her back to her seat like a rag doll. Then, Noah swung the door shut, put the car in drive and sped away before she had a chance to put her seatbelt on.

They rode in silence for several kilometres, as Marcella tried working through what had happened. Noah was hard. She could see the magnificent lump inside his cargoes and wondered if he wore boxers or went commando. She pulled her eyes away from temptation and stared at the dark beyond the headlights, as the heat of her spanking slowly eased. She remained wet and in need. She squirmed, knowing that Noah would notice. Noah's bright, intelligent eyes noticed everything. Marcella pondered breaking the silence, but how? What would she say? How could she wrest back control from him after that? She stole another glance at his cock.

"Just in case you have any doubt about how to affect me, Marcella," Noah growled and pulled her small hand and positioned it over his hard-on. He rubbed her hand along the long bulge and tried wrapping her fingers around it, through his pants. She was glad that he was hard, glad that she wasn't the only one in need. Glad that she wasn't the only one crumbling under the months of flirting and teasing they had both been trading. She worked the flap covering his zipper. If he could take an orgasm from her then fair's fair, she thought, with a malicious grin.

"Stop!" Noah commanded, as if he had read her mind again. "Not while we're driving. Do you always have to live so fucking dangerously and take such big risks? Can't you feel how close to losing control I am?" He turned his intense gaze on her, briefly. "If me losing control was the aim of your game, then congratulations. What just happened proves how out of control I am around you," he almost shouted at her. "Caress me if you like, now that I have shown you how you affect me, but you stay buckled in your seat, for fuck's sake!" He let out an explosive breath, and Marcella smiled in triumph.

"Winners are grinners," she said cockily, even though she didn't feel quite so cocky inside. She wanted him on her terms, and it was obvious that he wanted her. So why had he been holding back? And how long had he been holding back for?"

"I said close to losing control," he smirked at her. "Maybe hold off on that little victory party of yours because, from where I am sitting, I definitely won round one of your little game."

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