I smiled. It was actually I who insisted on seatbelts whenever we were in the car. The whole parents dying in a car accident thing really sheds light on the importance of safety. It was a good move on his part, though. Quite in character. Not for the first time, I saw flashes of the man who liked to play games more often. Perhaps this little bit of role play could be a way for him to act out the part he’d so long taken with other women.

Since Hudson seemed to be enjoying the fun, I turned up my performance. “But sir, how can I ever please you when I’m held to one spot?”

“Are you challenging my decision?” His eyes twinkled with a wicked gleam. “Because I’m not above putting you back over my knee.”

“I’m sure you’re not. Sir.” He’d enjoyed the spanking as much as I had.

His eyes narrowed, but he left me in my spot. After we were both secured in our seats, Hudson pressed the intercom. “Jordan, we’re ready.”

As the car lurched into traffic, Hudson looked me over, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Turn in your seat as much as you can to face me.”

I did as he commanded, shifting as much as the seatbelt would allow. I had no idea what he had planned, where he would take this game, and the anticipation sent a shiver through my body.

With one hand around my nape, he brought me in for a rough kiss. I heard his other hand working the fly of his pants as he stroked into my mouth with long licks of his tongue. He continued his assault for several minutes, leaving my lips plump and raw when he pulled me away from him with a tug of my hair.

As if by magnetic force, my interest was drawn down to his stunning cock, bare and ready.

He pulled my hair until my gaze returned to his. “Eyes on me.”

The smartass part of me wanted to say that my eyes had been on him—on a deliciously exciting piece of him. But I knew what he meant, and smartass wasn’t part of the role I was playing, so I kept my mouth shut.

“Good girl.” His hand was still tangled in my locks. “That kiss was to set the tone. Now you will suck me off. And I want it to feel like that kiss.”

“Okay. Now as in now?” God, I was a shitty submissive.

“Yes, now.”

I inhaled his unique scent as I bent forward, eager as always to take him into my mouth. My usual c**k sucking ritual involved lots of licking and teasing, but if the tone was to mirror the kiss, then I had to assume he wanted me to skip the foreplay. Instead of licking, as I’d normally begin with, I circled both hands around his penis and sucked his crown.

I took his low hiss as a sign of approval.

Fisting him at his base with one hand, I covered my teeth with my lips, hollowed my cheeks and pumped him with my hand and mouth in tandem.

His voice was strained as he encouraged me. “Like that, Alayna. Just…oh, god…just like that.”

I loved giving him pleasure, loved pleasing him. He grew thicker as I picked up my tempo, greedily sucking, brushing my tongue across the thick ridge of his shaft as I bobbed up and down.

“Yes, Alayna. You feel so good.” He was still in control, though. And I wanted him crazed.

I moved my free hand to cup his balls, rolling them gently in my palm in complete contrast to the frantic way I worked at his shaft with my lips and my tongue.

“Christ…Alayna…” It was then that he took over. He wove his fingers into my hair and directed my head to move at his pace, pushing me down to take him in deeper, deeper, deeper, his h*ps thrusting up as he f**ked my mouth.

I tightened my grip at the root of him, hungry and greedy for his cl**ax. He was so thick and so close and the idea that he might stop me before he reached the goal made me all the more desperate for his release. I was squirming with lust, so turned on by his primal need, by the intense pleasure that I was giving him—I moaned low and deep, the vibration of the tone spinning inside my head and against his shaft.

Hudson’s grasp tightened in my hair. “Fuck!” he rasped. “I’m going to come. Take it, Alayna. Take it all.”

I moaned again, partly because I couldn’t contain how excited I was, partly to push him over the edge.

And it worked.

He poured into me with a long grunt of pleasure as his h*ps thrust up hard, his c**k twitching as it hit the back of my throat. My fist pumped him as he came and came and came. And I took it all. Just like he’d asked, like I’d wanted, though I felt near choking and I could barely breathe. I took every last drop, licking him clean while he shuddered beneath me.

When he was spent, his hand relaxed at my nape and I sat up to face him. Instantly he pulled me in for another kiss, this one sweeter than before, the taste of his mouth mingling with the taste of his se**n until all I could recognize was a flavor that was unique and new, yet all Hudson.

“Thank you,” I murmured against his lips. He had been playing at lord and master but he’d succeeded in pleasing me. I’d wanted to taste him, had yearned for him to finish in my mouth. Not because I was especially in love with giving blowjobs, but I wanted every experience with Hudson—the good, the bad, and especially the carnal. I recognized it for the gift that it was, and it made the episode all the more wonderful.

He sat back, stroking my hair from my face. “Alayna.” I adored how he said my name, how it always felt like he was saying so much more with only those three syllables. Like a prayer, like a touchstone. It made me feel beautiful. Who was I kidding? It was what made me beautiful.

His gray eyes searched mine for long seconds. “How does it feel to belong to me?”

I didn’t know if he was still playing or not. For me, the game was over. It was with sincerity that I answered. “Perfect.”

Chapter Seven

Hudson was not willing to let me go unsatisfied. By the time we’d reached the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens, I was spent and ready for a nap. Hudson, on the other hand, seemed revived, a smug grin on his face as he took my hand, escorting me out of the limo.

An attractive blonde with Eighties pink nail polish stood at the main entrance, checking invitations as guests made their way into the gardens. Hudson was allowed in without flashing any credentials.

“You seem awfully pleased with yourself,” I whispered as we entered the grounds.

He dismissed my comment. “Everyone knows who I am.”

“That’s not what you seem pleased about.”

He shot me a wicked grin. “I think I deserve to be pleased. A lot was accomplished within a relatively short amount of time.”

“If by a lot was accomplished you mean I can barely walk, then yes, you’re correct.” I’d never had sex in a moving vehicle before, and considering my rigid seatbelt safety policy, it hadn’t ever occurred to me that it would be something I’d want to do. Hudson, however, made everything seem like something I’d want to do, when it involved him anyway. And the man’s skills in the bedroom apparently carried to the backseats of cars as well, his expert techniques and positions making me come without ever having to unbuckle.