She wanted to know how he was doing and wanted to see that he was still well, and still the same brash male she had met a month ago. Of course, she refused to admit that to her friend whenever her friend pressed her about him, and her friend had pressed a lot over the long four weeks. She couldn’t get that moment in the cafeteria out of her head. So she accepted his offer— Ana Sofia grimaced and reminded herself again that she was going to Hell on a mission, not just to see Ben. This was about the mission. This was about her future. This wasn’t about the big, rough, demon male. She jolted when someone took hold of her arm and looked up into his eyes. Ana Sofia blinked herself back the courtyard and nodded. Her world disappeared in a swirl of cold black shadows. She closed her eyes against it. The heat of the sun on her skin gave way to the icy chill and then became a blast of moist warm air. The shrouding silence of the portal shattered under the explosion of grunts and roars and the metallic clang of weapons clashing. The scent of morning became the odour of blood. Ana snapped her eyes open and her heart leaped and pounded, quickening her blood and preparing her body. The first thing she saw was him. “Yes, it was clear.” Her heart raced, pumping adrenaline that made her feel high as she looked away from him and crossed her arms over her chest before she beamed up at him with dimples in her rosy cheeks. “Sir.” she said, her voice soft. Her eyes swept over his distinguished figure, the proud slant of his features, the charisma that kept every eye fixed on him, and she tried to silence the little voice in the back of her head.

“Strip.”

The command came suddenly, his voice waking her from her reverie.

They were in his car, on their way home from a family get-together. They’d just entered the snowy lane that served as a back entrance to their sleepy town. They’d be home in less than ten minutes.

“Excuse me, Sir?” she asked, not sure whether she’d heard him correctly.

“Strip,” he repeated.

She obeyed, as she always did when he gave her that order. A titillating bolt of anticipation shot through her as she unfastened her seat belt, but taking off her long winter coat in the narrow passenger seat proved to be a harder task than she’d anticipated. She nearly hit Sir in the head as she pulled her right arm from her sleeve, causing him to swerve. No sooner had she succeeded in peeling off the coat, than the next challenge presented itself in the form of her sexy black mini-dress. She heard him chuckle beside her as she struggled with the long zipper and clumsily wiggled from side to side to wrench the tight garment down over her hips. She was glad he’d told her not to wear any underwear that day; two items fewer to struggle out of made her assignment just a little less cumbersome.

“The boots, too, Sir?” she asked a little tentatively when she had folded her coat and dress and put them on the back seat.

He shook his head. “Leave the boots on, girl.” He continued driving, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

She sank back into her seat, wondering what he had in mind for her. Was he going to let her sit naked next to him to display her to the world, showing off his devoted toy in all her glory? Or was he going to pull over to the side of the road, slide his seat backward and fuck her while she rode him, the snow-laden trees the only witnesses to her moans and his groping hands? Or was he finally going to make good on his promise to fuck her over the hood of his car? That would be a chilly experience, she suspected, what with the car having been outside in mid-winter temperatures for hours. However, she trusted Sir implicitly, and if having her on the hood of his car was what he wanted, she’d comply. What was more, she’d probably enjoy it. She couldn’t deny that the thought of being taken on his car sent a small thrill through her, raising goose bumps on the back of her neck. When she looked down, she could see her nipples poke forward, hardening at the thought of his hands on her body and the cold bite of the steel below her.

They drove in silence for two more miles before he suddenly pulled over to the side of the road.

“Out,” he commanded.

She stared at him, dumbfounded. “Out, Sir?”

“You heard me, girl. Get out of the car.” To her dismay, he showed no intention of getting out himself. His seat belt remained resolutely fastened and the engine kept running.

“But…. but it’s at least five miles to our home, Sir,” she protested. “And it’s freezing.” And I’ll probably catch pneumonia and die, all because of this whim of yours. That is, if I don’t die of embarrassment first.

He shot her his sternest look. “I believe I gave you an order, girl.”

That humbled her. “Yes, Sir,” she mumbled contritely. The last thing she saw before she turned away to open her door was his smile, an odd mixture of triumph, curiosity and anticipation.

She got out of the car, a little nervous but strangely turned on by the thrill of not knowing what was in store for her. From the corner of her eye, she saw Sir give her an encouraging smile as she slammed the door shut behind her. Then, to her acute horror, he drove off – slowly, very slowly, but unmistakably increasing the distance between himself and herself.

She stood rooted to her spot for a second, too petrified to move. As the cold wind howled around her and snowflakes melted on her breasts, she followed the car with her eyes, scarce able to believe that he’d leave her like this in the middle of winter. She breathed a sigh of relief when the car came to a halt about one hundred feet down the road.

She stepped forward, hearing the molten snow splash under the high heels of her boots. The road was slippery, and she had to watch her step in order to avoid slipping.

When she was nearly within touching distance of the car, she caught Sir’s eye in the rear-view mirror. He was smiling at her, teasing her, challenging her. She smiled back, not really understanding the nature of the challenge, but determined to rise to it, anyway.

He revved the engine. Slowly, ever so slowly, the car pulled away from her again, leaving her to the company of the wind and the snowflakes.

She understood the challenge then. He was watching her in his rear-view mirror, avidly following her every move, her every facial expression. She’d better give him a good show.

Straightening herself and pulling her shoulders backward, she took a deep breath, allowing the crisp winter air to pervade her lungs. As she began to walk, she relished the cold wind that was lashing her skin and making it tingle. Each time a snowdrop alighted on her arms, she felt a thrill she had not experienced since childhood – a joy once cherished but forgotten, a throwback to a time when she’d been innocent, before she’d met him.

Suddenly, she began to enjoy the challenge. As she put one foot in front of the other, exulting in her nudity, the cold and the opportunity to show off for Sir, she felt her hips sway from side to side, and the sexiness of the move sent a pulse of pleasure coursing through her body which resonated deep in her pussy.

He’d pull away from her again when she reached the car. She knew it in her bones, but the thought didn’t faze her, because at some point he’d stop and reward her for putting on such a good show. She knew that in her bones, as well, and the thought made her pussy pulse with excitement.

Focusing her eyes on the tiny rear-view mirror she could see in the distance, she gave him her most seductive smile. Then she took another step forward, and another, swaying her hips in a way he’d once told her drove him wild.

Onward, ever onward. Toward him, and toward her reward.