35 She Didn't Have a Choice

Christian pulled Diane over to sit on his thighs before reaching out to grab the hem of her dress, attempting to lift it up but just in time, she caught him by the arm, giving him a frightened look.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Christian looked her in the eye while enjoying the feeling of her soft slender fingers on him.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he retorted. "Of course, I have to see if you are wearing what I instructed you to." Then he proceeded to continue using his left hand to lift her dress.

Diane was forced to grab him with her other hand now in fear that he was actually going to lift her dress just to see what kind of panties she put on.

"I wore it," she revealed, but actually felt him tugging on her dress and she quickly held onto his arm as if her entire life depended on it. "I mean it."

Christia heaved a sigh as he met her gaze. "I will have to see it with my own eyes to confirm, right?"

'Are you kidding me?' Diane cried out in her head. How crazy would she be to let a man lift her dress to take a look at the kind of panties she was putting on?

Already, Christian had seen that they weren't going down without a fight so while she was distracted, he turned that hand she was grabbing around to grab both of her wrists with it.

There was no telling how delighted he was to get a gasp of shock from her. "You should have been more obedient," he said threatenly.

No matter how much Diane struggled in his thighs, he was much more stronger than her so using his free hand to raise her dress was merely a piece of cake for him.

Diane felt her face burn when he finally exposed her fair thighs to himself. And as if she was not embarrassed enough, he actually reached out to draw the waistband of her panties while squinting his eyes.

She wriggled in his arms, trying to get away. "Let me go!" she scolded with tightly knitted brows.

How on earth did she think he would let her off just like that?

When he instructed her to put on a specific set of panties, it wasn't just to stare at it and put down her dress, right?

"You must be kidding me," Christian seethed as he felt his cock twitch in his pants. She kept moving around, forgetting she was sitting on him. And after seeing her inner thighs, how could he not react?

Perhaps, did she mistake him for a stone was a stone?

Diane was torn between two ways. Somehow, she was regretting changing her mind and putting on that red thong she saw in her closet. It was only because it was what best fitted her dress.

It's not like she would want the lines from normal panties to be visible through her clothes, right?

But on second thought, she also didn't want to regret doing that since she wasn't sure of how Christian would have punished her. In fact, she didn't want to know.

"If you don't stop moving around, I might actually fuck you right here and right now!" Christian threatened as he felt his cock harden with an insatiable desire overwhelm him.

At the moment, he had forgotten that it was impossible to penetrate her.

Eventually, Diane stopped squirming, especially when she felt his budge under her. She quickly turned her gaze away with her wrists still being held in captivity.

She didn't even for a second doubt that he was able to do what he promised despite the fact that they were in a moving vehicle with other people sitting in the front.

Christian was crazy; Diane insisted in her head.

Slowly, Christian calmed down and let his gaze stray to her inner thighs again. He could no longer resist cupping her down there which earned a moan from her.

"I'm going to help you feel good," he promised as he freed her hands. "I don't want to feel good," Diane gasped, refusing to look at him.

"You don't have a choice," he declared as he let his fingers graze her just before she snapped her thighs close.

"You never listen, do you?" He asked with a sigh as he let her do as she pleased. Even with his hand locked between her thighs, he was still able to manage little movements that caused her to dip her head backwards, giving him free access to her bare neck.

He didn't hesitate to lean in and press his lips on her neckline as he forcefully pried her legs open.

"I'm going to wait until we get home," he said in her ears as he lightly scratched his fingertips on her cunt through the red thong.

Diane's eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head when he did that. She didn't even hear what he said to be able to fight for her freedom before it got too late.

Unfortunately, by the time her fuzzy brain recovered, they were already halfway on the journey to Christian's house.

"You have to drop me off at the next bus stop!" Diane insisted after he refused her the first time.

How could she blindly follow him to his place when she had first-hand experience of what he planned to do to her?

"Do you want the tabloids to have this caption, 'A strange woman gets off the car of the newly inaugurated CEO of Heirs Hotel' the following day?"

Christian's question got Diane sealing her lips. It was now that she was starting to think.

If a picture of that scene is captured and released to the public, then, she would automatically lose her father's support.

He clearly saw her at the party and knew what dress she wore, so if a picture of her getting out of Christian's car surfaced online, she would suffer greatly.

Her reputation would plumate and her divorce battle with Gerald will be dug out.

People would forget that it takes two to tango and would solely accuse her of seducing their 'hot shot' while still legally married.

Since Diane didn't want to get into that sort of trouble, she sat through the rest of the car ride in silence with a big frown sitting on her face.

She wanted to see how Christian would still dare to touch her in that mood.