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the most intensely satisfying erotic day of her life, so Chelsea did what he told her to do. Leaning over her, he buckled her in, then closed the door and made his way around to the driver’s side. He started the ignition and it roared to life. Then he shifted into gear and drove out of the garage. The powerful engine added even more vibrations to her already vibrating butt and pussy, until she was one big, vibrating mess of need.
    Once they were on the highway, he put his right hand over her crotch and moved a finger over the nub on the leather strap again as he’d done earlier. His strokes over her pussy lips were light, almost tender. Enough to drive her slowly insane with need.
    Jayson caught her eye for a second. “Open your shirt fully. Squeeze your tits hard, like we did in the elevator.”
    After a brief hesitation, Chelsea put her hands up and undid the rest of the buttons, and then grabbed on, pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
    As soon as she did, he pressed down on her clit. “Harder,” he said, moving his thumb and forefinger around the strap to pinch her clit like she was pinching her nipples.
    She did. Her breath came out in frantic gasps and her feet twitched against the floorboard of the car.
    He pulled into the parking garage at an unfamiliar shopping center, found a spot, and put the car in park.
    Then Jayson turned to her. “Still harder, Chelsea,” he growled out as he pinched her clit as hard as the man in the elevator had pinched her nipple.
    She obeyed, and her whole body flamed while the dark garage became a big ball of white lights, swirling around her as she screamed with the craziest, most intense orgasm of her life.
     

 

    Jayson unbuckled her seatbelt while her head was still lolling back against the headrest. No way would he make it to the end of the day without at least getting inside Chelsea’s cunt. She was so incredibly responsive to every little touch. He had to know how it felt to have that channel pulsing around him, squeezing him.
    But that would have to wait. He got out of the car and went around to her door, then helped her to her feet. She was still in a bit of a daze, so he straightened her skirt and buttoned her shirt for her, then clamped a hand down on her firm ass again to guide her inside Madame Exxxtasy’s Lingerie.
    Margaret, the petite shop owner, greeted him as they came in. She ushered them into a private fitting room at the back and took some quick measurements of Chelsea, paying special attention to her bust and hip areas. By now, his assistant was too aroused to blush over anyone manhandling her.
    “I take it you’d like an assortment of your usual styles to try on her, Mr. Grant?” Margaret said to him.
    He winked and nodded, and she bustled out. Jayson set to work undressing Chelsea again, making sure to brush his hands against her sensitized flesh as much as possible. By the time the owner returned with a stack of corsets, shelf bras, crotch-less teddies, thongs, g-strings, and garters, Chelsea was little more than a moaning, quivering lump of sexed-up putty in his hands.
    Margaret stopped short when she laid eyes on the harness. “No wonder you’ve got that glazed, well-fucked look in your eyes, hon.” She smiled at Jayson, who’d planted himself in an overstuffed armchair nearby to watch the show. “I take it you’d like me to do the honors?”
    He smiled and loosened his pants to pull his cock out. “If you don’t mind, sugar.”
    “Never have before.”
    The shop owner set her stack of garments on the dressing table and then pulled one out—a black lace corset that looked like it would wreak sensual torture on Chelsea’s straining nipples. She deftly put it on Chelsea, pulling the ties at the back tight. It drew her already slim waist in, lifted her already glorious rack higher, and made Jayson’s already hard cock just a little bit harder. Okay, maybe a lot harder. Margaret adjusted the fabric over Chelsea’s