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and needs. If Jack had been the one at my side, then maybe I would have played things differently. But this was Alex—and I had competitive feelings toward the man. He’d issued a challenge. I would meet it and win.
    Still, I was so wet. All he had to do was stroke me and I’d come. All I had to do was exactly the same thing. Let my thumb crest over my clit. Let my middle finger drag against it.
    I’d come in public before. Subtly, quietly, so that nobody knew. Could I take care of myself without Alex being aware? What if I waited for him to actually fall asleep, and then…
    As if he knew precisely what I was thinking, Alex slipped one hand under the blanket. He moved closer to me, so that his hand rested protectively over my pussy, cupping me, but not giving me any direct contact or pressure. A makeshift chastity belt. When I turned my head to look at him, he gave me a smug sort of smile and rested his head on my shoulder possessively.
    Now, there was no way. I was left all alone with my thoughts.
    How had I gotten here? On a trip to Paris with a man I wasn’t dating. A man I wasn’t even sure I liked. Was this what I wanted for real?
    Alex’s palm pressed suddenly against me, and I gasped.
    “Don’t move,” he whispered. “Close your eyes, and don’t move at all.”
    I bit down on my bottom lip, heart pounding, as slowly, so slowly, Alex began to touch me once more. Don’t move , he’d said. I wouldn’t move. He brought me back to the edge in seconds, running his fingers around my clit before tapping against me, solidly, perfectly. I held myself in place, eyes still shut, silently begging him, pleading with him to let me come. All of a sudden, I didn’t dislike him. All of a sudden, I didn’t question myself about wants or needs. The quest to climax was overpowering… yet, of course, he didn’t let me reach the end.
    I tried to grab his hand, to press down with my bound wrists, but he only laughed.
    “You’re so much fucking fun, you know it?”
    I turned my head away, but he gripped my chin and made me face him. “And you’re easy. So easy to mess with.”
    Nobody likes to hear things like that. I preferred to think of myself as tough. Yet all Alex had to do was stroke my pussy, and I was his. That’s what he was letting me know with his eyes. With his sly smile. I could hate him, and then crave him, going back and forth between those opposing emotions in seconds.
    “You like that,” he murmured, slipping his fingers into play. “Just like that,” he continued, fingertips wet with my juices. “You want to beg, but you don’t dare. You want to swear at me, but you don’t dare do that either.”
    “Fuck you,” I said, hissing the two words through clenched teeth. I tried to close my thighs, but Alex kept his hand where it was.
    “That’s better,” he said. “I don’t like you as much when you’re docile.”
    What could Jack have possibly told him? What were his orders? To mess with me for the twelve-hour flight? To keep me teetering until I broke? What on earth was the goal?
    “Give me a reason to hurt you,” Alex whispered, as if he were crooning sweet nothings to me. His hand slid up my body to pinch my nipples through my blouse. “Give me a reason, Sam. Be insolent, so I can slap your face. Be a brat. Doesn’t work for me when you’re obedient.” His eyes glittered. “You know that, don’t you?”
    To win, did I transform myself into a good girl?
    He pinched my nipples harder, twisting them, and I leaned my head back and sighed, trying desperately not to groan.
    “God, you’re beautiful when you do that.”
    “Do what?”
    “Take it.”
    Where was Jack? I wondered, uselessly. And more importantly: what would Jack want me to do?

Chapter Five: Bonjour Paris
     
    Twelve hours couldn’t have gone by slower. Alex spent the entire trip teasing me in the most decadently depraved ways. Letting me loose from the bindings only long enough to use the bathroom or—finally—to