“Don’t worry about that.” She interrupts. “James is being paid very well to clean this up. Let’s go. There’s more to tonight’s surprise.”

She takes me by the hand and leads me outside to a waiting limo. The driver opens the door for us, and we sit. I take in the atmosphere of the limo. I see champagne chilling. Dim lighting. It’s surprisingly romantic.

“Would you like some?” she asks, holding the champagne bottle.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk Ms. Porter. Planning on taking advantage of me?” I smile seductively.

She hands me a glass of champagne and replies, “Definitely, and you’ll love every minute of it.”

She smiles her ultra confident smile, and I know I’m in for it. She’s feeling arrogant tonight, which means one thing: She’s gonna be in control. She’s gonna show me over and over again why she’s the best. She’s talented so her arrogance is warranted. Talented being an understatement for the way she takes my body and my mind all at once. She makes me feel like I’m high, like I’m floating, like I’m beyond all human existence. So, when she’s feeling the need to be arrogant, I let her prove herself. Definitely a ‘can’t lose’ situation. Between the champagne and the soft caresses on my thigh, I’m growing increasingly aroused, so much so that I don’t even ask where we’re going.

She puts her glass down and moves closer to me, closer than I thought possible. She leans in and kisses my cheek. Then she kisses my ear.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” she breathes into my ear as her hand continues to move further and further up my thigh. I exhale deeply as she runs her tongue along the curve of my ear.

“Because you do,” she continues. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” She then nibbles on my earlobe and kisses the spot right below my ear. She knows how that turns me on, as if I wasn’t already extremely wet. Her wandering hand reaches my wetness. She makes what sounds like a low growl when she discovers that I chose to go sans panties tonight.

“Let me touch you.” She whispers. I want to say ‘wait, can we get out of this limo first, but God knows I wanted this. I open my legs a little wider to give her the access she needs. I feel her finger rimming me. My hips move in an effort to make contact. She takes her hand and grabs the back of my neck and kisses me, simultaneously entering me with two of her fingers. My moan is stifled by our smoldering kiss. I’m like a lit candle whose flame is causing its wax to melt. She knows exactly where to touch me. I tremble into this kiss and into her hands. She pulls back from the kiss to watch my expression as she brings me closer and closer and closer.