Being on what Dex consider good behavior was easy. That part I had no issues with. Acting like I was indifferent to what he was offering was another story entirely. I wanted to keep my eyes trained on the screen and pretend like nothing else was on my mind because letting Dexter know that he had affected me was power I could not afford to give away.

But I handed it over like it was nothing at all. And he knew. Fuck, I knew he knew. I knew he saw every time I glanced over at him out of the corner of my eyes. I knew that he spotted the way my hands were clasped together to tightly in my lap and how my thighs tended to squeeze against each other.

He said nothing, just watched his damn race. The only sign he ever gave me was a slight smirk on half his mouth.

I vowed to myself that I would not beg. He had already seen me face down on a mattress, letting him do whatever he wanted to me. he knew how desperate and needy I could be. I didn't want to give him that satisfaction again when he clearly loved toying with me. but didn't I like it too? There was no way that I was getting this hot and bothered from watching a car drift and slide through a race stage.

Christ, I wasn't nearly as strong as I thought I was. I opened my mouth to say something, but my stubbornness forced me to clamp it shut. I fidgeted in my seat. I felt myself biting my lower lip, wishing that his mouth was on mine, that his hands were in my hair, or even that he was just whispering dirty things to me. I wanted to know what that mind could conjure up.

Dexter's arm slipped around my shoulders. It was a touch he had done before. But when his fingers stroked up my arm, over my shoulder, and up the side of my neck, I had to bite back a whimper. It took so little from him.

"Are you being attentive, sweetheart?" he asked gently.

No, no I wasn't I couldn't even consider what was happening on the screen before me. "Yes," I said anyway.

"I think you're lying to me," he pressed.

I couldn't take the risk of digging my hole deeper so I said nothing in response, wanting to bite back a groan of frustration when he only continued on with his gentle touches. He grazed up my neck again, slipping his fingers into my hair. For a brief instant, his fingers curled, tugging. I couldn't even try to stop the moan from leaving my mouth.

"Sounds like you're too greedy to focus on anything else, aren't you?" he sighed.

His question raised a few of my own. True, he was offering something I desperately wanted, something I had been thinking about since our first night together. But I didn't need it. I was sly, I could rile him up and use his distraction to my advantage. I could easily slip my hand between my thighs while he was in my mouth. The idea of tasting him again, of pushing him to that edge while I teetered on my own, it was heaven.

"You're right, I am greedy," I whispered in small pants. "Maybe it's time someone taught me some manners."

He let out a low laugh. "I think you are right sweetheart."

Given past experiences, I was already moving off the couch, onto my knees. Dexter only shook his head and said, "I haven't told you to move, but since you're so eager, you might as well take your pants off now."

"My pants?" I repeated.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

I didn't even give myself a second to think after that. Sure, it wasn't what I anticipated, but if my plan worked, I wasn't going to be complaining. I slipped out of my skin-tight jeans, rolling my hips as I went, but moving fast to not waste time.

"Good girl, now come here and sit on my lap." There was the tiniest pinch of hesitation on my end. "You were so eager to do it in front of all those people, but now you won't?" he taunted.

"I just thought—"

"I'm telling you what to do. All you have to do is listen."

I turned my back to him and settled myself on his lap, just like he asked. The roughness of his jeans against my sensitive skin made a shiver roll down my back. And when I shifted backwards and felt how hard he was, I stilled and my breath caught in my throat.

"Relax, sweetheart." I could feel the rumble in Dex's chest when he spoke to me. "We are going to be here for a long time."

It felt like nothing happened for a long time after that. It felt like my pulse mimicked the sounds of the throttle bouncing off the rev limiter. I wanted more, I needed more. With any other man, I would have taken it. With Dex, I waited. I didn't understand why, but I wanted to wait. I wanted to obey.

His touch started with tracing the waistband of my panties. He was slow, like a tide drifting in, patient and unwavering, even when I bucked and squirmed at the smallest contact. Slowly, those fingers crept up the front of my shirt, exploring the softness of my belly, my sides, and up, skimming the underside of my bra. I reached to pulled my top off.

"Don't."

I sank back into stillness, or at least as still as I could while he continued to torment me. I had never thought of myself as a particularly sensitive woman in the bedroom. I didn't scream out in passion from gentle nudges and taps. Watching pornstars act had always been infuriating to me because no one could be so sensitive to touch. But when he pinched my peaked nipples through my bra, I cried out.

"You're so responsive to me," he rumbled. "It's so sexy."

But his progress slowed again as he began tracing my sides and stomach. I shuddered and whimpered regardless of how gentle he was being. My hips slid backwards on his lap and when I felt his erection, I couldn't keep my mouth shut. "You want me. This is just as frustrating for you as it is for me. give us both what we want," I ordered.

"I think I need to practice too," he said.

"Fuck, Dexter, please."

Fingers stroked over my bare thighs. My head tipped back, resting on Dex's shoulder.

"I love hearing you beg."

"I bet you would love watching me climax more," I challenged.

"Oh, I do love it, but you're definitely putting on a show for me." Slowly stroking down my thighs. He scratched the tender skin on his way back up. My legs jerked at the contact and my eyes rolled back. The only reason I was able to keep my mouth shut after that was because his fingers were finally nearing my core and I wasn't going to risk a single word ruining this progress. Though I nearly broke when a single finger traced the faintest line down the front of my panties. "You're so wet already," Dexter hissed.

"Please, I want you," I whined.

"What do you want, sweetheart?"

"Your mouth," I admitted, too far gone for embarrassment.

"I don't think pleading and crying through a little teasing is worthy of that reward," he sighed. "But, I think I can be convinced to give you a little more."

I was convinced that a little more would never be enough. I wasn't the girl who would quiver from a feather. I needed more stimulation. But it seemed that Dexter was about to prove me wrong.

Flat palms slid up and down the inside of my thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to what I wanted. My fingers clawed into his thighs below mine, gripping him hard. The palms transitioned into smaller, lighter touches, tracing the lace edges of my panties. I bucked hard then, but he ignored me, steady and calm as always. There was a moment of gentle navigation, but Dex found the spot that drove me wild, and when my mouth fell open in a silent moan, he just chuckled in my ear.

My climax came so quickly that it stunned me. two strokes up and down and I was panting. Three side-to-side maneuvers and I was felt the pressure coming to a crest. I couldn't keep track of anything after that, not the fact that he had moved on hand to my hip to hold me still, not the fact that he was the only man who had ever tried to make me cum with only his fingers and with my panties still on at that.

I shattered on his lap. Hips lifted. Moans sounded. Legs shook. Hands clenched and unclenched.

It was only when I came down from the high that I felt Dex's lips in my hair and his arms around me. my ears were still ringing, but my mind was whirling.

Maybe all I had needed all those years was a man who paid attention, a man who was willing to play the long game.

~~~Question of the Day~~~

What food have you never eaten but would really like to try?