by JA Huss
He clamps a hand over my mouth and then nods to poor Charles, who looks like he’s about to go into panic mode. “We’re eating with my parents, but if you’ll excuse me, I need to speak with Miss Kinsella for a moment.”
Charles clears his throat and waves Vaughn to a dark and empty dining room. I get a push to my back and start walking in that direction. When we’re far enough into the shadows that no one can see us, Vaughn removes his hand. “We need to discuss the rules again, girl. Because there is only one master in this relationship and that’s me. I give orders, you follow them, understand?”
“I’m not putting a vibrator up my vagina so you can have your fun humiliating me. And in front of your parents? What’s wrong with you?”
“It’s a game. They all know I play with my girls this way.”
I just stare up at his handsome face. “How? How is this the person you really are?”
“What person?” he asks, but it’s a flippant question and he’s looking around, like he’s anxious about people seeing us arguing.
“An asshole. You’re an asshole. God, I feel so stupid for having this major crush on you all these years. I’m so disappointed.”
He flashes me a glare and snarls, “You wouldn’t be disappointed if you’d just follow directions and trust me.”
“Well, excuse me for having an opinion about sticking a vibrator up my hole in a five-star restaurant in front of your fucking parents!”
He closes his eyes and massages his forehead, like I’m giving him a headache. “Do you want to have lunch with me or not, Grace?”
“I do,” I say softly.
‘Then you have to submit.” He’s still massaging, his eyes are still closed. If I don’t give in, he’s going to walk away. And even though he’s an asshole and not anything like I expected, I really do want to have lunch with him.
“I will submit, but not in front of your parents. It’s too much.”
He removes his hand and opens his eyes with a sigh. “I’ll find a way.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“If you eat lunch with me, I’ll find a way. You’re mine, you agreed to be mine, and I want to fuck you. Here. In this restaurant. But I will do it when and where I want. And I will get you wet and ready in the manner that pleases me most.”
I turn away so I can hide my grin. Jesus, he’s intense. And he’s serious. He will find a way, I believe him. “So I have no say in how I’m pleasured?”
“No. We discussed this earlier. You trust me and I make you feel good.”
“And humiliate me at the same time.”
“Were you humiliated this morning? Did anyone see you?”
“They could’ve seen me. And then I would’ve been.”
“Grace,” he says, taking my face in his hands and then leaning down to kiss my lips softly. I melt. If my panties weren’t still in his pocket, they’d be wet from the gushing. “My attention was one hundred percent on who was on that path and where you were at all times. You’re mine, no one else is allowed to see you. I made sure of it, so even though there was the possibility of being humiliated, you were not. Your job was to walk back to your bungalow naked. My job was to make sure no one saw you in the process. And I did that. And if you trust me now, all my attention will be on you and while there is the possibility that you will be humiliated, you should know that I will make sure that does not happen.”
I gulp as I stare up at him. His mouth is still so close, his soft breath tickles my cheek.
“Understand?”
“OK,” I whisper back. “OK, I’ll trust you.”
His hand lifts up my skirt and his palm passes over my round bottom. “The curve of your ass is perfect, Grace. I love it.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Fuck,” he sighs. “You challenge me, Grace. But knowing you’re mine, that is such a turn-on. And I can’t wait to spank you for all your challenging ways. I’ll have your whole body across my lap, your head resting on the floor, your ass in the air”—the vibrator turns on and he slips it under my skirt and drags it over my crease, making me moan—“and I’ll swat you hard enough to make you cry, Grace. I will. But I told you, if you’re a very good girl, and stay still, I will reward you like this.” And then his fingertip sweeps over my clit before flicking the vibrator back and forth. I moan again and then he pulls my hair until my throat is exposed. His whole palm presses against my sex, and I’m wet, but he makes sure I know I’m wet by inserting two fingers, and then he brings them up to my lips.
“Suck, Grace. When I kiss you during lunch, I want to taste your pussy on your tongue.”
I open my mouth and take in his fingers, the sweetness of my own juices turning me on even more as he thrusts back and forth, the way I imagine he would with his cock if I was able to take him all the way into my mouth. I enjoy it, lap my tongue up and down and between his fingers until I make him groan. “Very good, girl. Very good. Now give me your purse.”
I hand him my purse, which I’ve been clutching tightly. He opens it and places the vibrator inside. “When I squeeze your thigh, you will stick it between your legs, tight up against your pussy, and then excuse yourself and go to the restroom, leaving the vibrator in place. Do you understand, Grace?”
I nod and say, “Yes, Mr. Asher,” before catching my mistake.
He smiles and takes my arm, not even asking for a correction. But if there’s one thing I’m beginning to understand, it’s that Vaughn Asher remembers everything. And he will not forget a single indiscretion. “Are you ready?” he asks as he leads me over to the restaurant foyer once again.
I nod yes and take a deep breath, not sure how I feel about this, but I’m wet, and excited, and breathless. I want more of him. He’s an asshole, but he’s my fantasy and I’m not ready to give up just yet. We only have one day together. One day and then I go home, back to Denver, back to my life, and I’ll probably never see him again. So I’m going to try and be this girl he wants me to be.
I follow Vaughn’s lead as he takes me into the restaurant. The maître d’ makes small talk as we are led to the interior of the restaurant and then I’m looking at a table up near the window with an amazing view of the ocean. I can’t take my eyes off the people because one man looks so familiar.
The maître d’ waves us forward towards that table and my heart skips. When I look up at Vaughn, he’s grinning like a boy with a vibrator remote control in his pocket. “Grace,” he says, as we stop in front of the table filled with people. I recognize the woman I saw him with last night and the man at the head of the table. “I’d like you to meet my family.”
The men stand as Vaughn pulls out a chair for me. “This is my father,” he says, panning to the older man, “Adam Asher. My mother Corrine, my sister Samantha, her new husband Tray, and my brother Conner.”
We exchange pleasantries as the waiters fill up our water glasses and ask us for drink orders. Vaughn orders for us and then in a moment when everyone else is busy chatting about wine and whiskey, he reaches over and squeezes my leg.
I reach into my clutch and pull out the little bullet, keeping it wrapped tightly in my hands. And then, as the menus come up to cover faces, I hike up my skirt and wedge the vibrator up against my clit.
Chapter Eighteen
#GettingRidOfThemIsGettingEasier
SHE doesn’t even question me. No nod, no panic, no fight.
Hmmm. I almost wish she had. I watch her lift up her skirt and place the little bullet between her legs and then she swallows hard and looks around to make sure no one saw.
No one did, but just at that moment, Conner lowers his menu and looks right at me with squinted eyes.
Did he notice me?
I smile at him and he goes back behind his menu. Grace sits with her hands folded in her lap, looking frightened. I reach over and touch her leg and she jumps. “What do you like to eat, Grace? I’ll order for you.”
She smiles at me but it’s fake. She’s doing what I ask, but she’s not co
mfortable with it.
Too bad.
“If you’ll excuse me,” she says as she stands. “I’ll be—”
“Grace.” I pull her back to her seat. “What should I order for you, sweetie? Fish? Pasta? Steak?”
She narrows her eyes at me but I simply smile. So she takes her gaze to the menu and scans her options. “The strawberry spinach salad, please. Now if you’ll excuse me—”
She tries to rise and leave again, but I’ve got a hold of her hand this time. “What kind of wine?” I squeeze her leg again and then pat it. She looks at anything but me.
“Grace.” My sister interrupts my thoughts, and Grace’s next attempt at escape, and I realize she might be watching us closely. They all might be watching us closely. “What do you do?”
“Oh, I’m an event planner in Denver.” She smiles weakly before continuing. “I got a glimpse of your wedding reception, it was lovely. Just lovely.”
And now it’s Sam’s turn to be off her game, because she glances over at her new husband and smiles the same fake smile I just saw on Grace.
“This is boring,” Conner complains on the other side of Grace. “Liven things up for me, will you, Vaughn?”
I narrow my eyes at him. Asshole. He’s such a prick. He knows, he has to know. “So how’s the new venture, Conner?” I throw that out to be a dick back, because we all know Conner is no actor. His indie films were offered because of his family name, not his talent.
My father grunts from the head of the table but does not lower his menu.
“Actually, Vaughn,” Conner says with a smile that lets me know we are in fact, sparring, “I’ve started painting.”
I almost guffaw at that. Nice touch, brother. Nice touch.
“Painting?” This gets my father to lower his menu. My mother as well, only she looks pleased. Conner does no wrong in her eyes. But my father, he’s the only one who matters and now all the attention is focused on the middle child. The screwup. The wandering one. The… artist.
I almost laugh because I know what Conner really does for a living. But I’ve got an appointment with Grace’s pussy. I reach into my pocket, pretending to pay attention to the argument over Conner’s fictitious artistic pursuits, and press down on the mechanism that makes the little bullet pulse in a repeating pattern of long, drawn-out vibrations.
Grace stiffens in her chair, but does not look at me.
I like that reaction, the abrupt stiffening. But I’m going to make her pay for it. I depress the dial on the bullet three times and Grace immediately turns to me with wide eyes.
“Is that what you did with the money you borrowed a few months ago, Conner?” I ask, adding fuel to the fire. “Buy painting supplies and studio space?”
He shoots me a death glare and I chuckle. He’s so fucking easy.
My father erupts in protest. He’s looking at me and I shrug and play dumb as he rattles on and on about how my brother will never grow up if we keep handing him money.
I flash him my serious, concerned look and promise not to do it again.
Conner vehemently objects and the fight continues.
I quicken the frequency of the bullet vibrations for Grace and she actually moans.
“Is everything all right, dear?” my mother asks.
I chuckle but then a foot strikes out and kicks me in the shin under the table. I look up at my sister, who is sitting across from me. “Hi, Samantha.”
She points her finger at me like I’m the baby in this room. “Stop it.”
Grace looks over at me, her face bright red, probably thinking Sam is on to us. But that’s not why she’s scolding me. I’m fucking with Conner and Dad and she doesn’t like it. I reach over and take Grace’s hand out of her lap and raise it to my lips to give her a kiss.
Grace moves her chair back and says, “Excuse me, please, I need to use the restroom.” The men all stand as she does, and then she scoots out and walks away. We sit and the fight resumes.
But I watch Grace’s ass the entire time. She’s taking tiny little steps, which means she’s still got the bullet between her legs. I dial it up just before she turns the corner of the hallway that leads to the restrooms, and she does a little jump.
I snicker at that.
“Vaughn?” my father asks. I snap my attention from Grace and take it to my father. “Where did you meet this… Grace? What’s her last name?”
“Kinsella, Dad. And I met her in the bar.”
“So she’s a weekend fling?”
I nod. “Yeah, it’s over tomorrow. No worries, Pop. She’s not joining the family.”
“Then why bring her to dinner?” Conner snarls at me. “So you can play your sex games in front of us and think we won’t notice?”
“Jesus, Conner,” Sam says, clearly disgusted.
My mother still has her menu up to cover her face, so she says nothing, and my father shakes his head. “These games will come back to bite you, Vaughn. No matter how careful you are, no matter how many papers you make them sign, they will come back and bite you in the ass one day.”
“Right, Dad,” I say as I stand up. “We’re going to skip lunch and have our fun another way, so see you later, huh?”
“You’re a pig,” Sam calls out as I walk off.
She’s right, I am. But I like being a pig. I smile all the way to the restroom hallway, then dial up the bullet to maximum. I walk by the ladies’ restroom door and hear her moaning in there. My eyes sweep the immediate area and then I push through the door. “Grace?”
“Oh my God, what the hell, Asher? Get out!”
“Open the stall door, Grace.” Silence. “Now, girl, or the tryst is over and you can go back to your bungalow.”
The lock slides and the door opens a crack. I push through and have to maneuver past the door to get inside because she’s standing up in front of the toilet. “What did you do?” I demand. “Where is it?”
She swallows and looks me in the eye and growls. “In my pussy, Asher. Isn’t that where you wanted it?”
“You’re getting spanked for that.”
“Whatever,” she says with a wave of her hand. “Why are you in here?”
“To get you off and then we can leave. I’ve made our excuses to my family.”
“You wanted to humiliate me? Is that why I’m here? Make me into a joke?”
“No,” I say carefully, because she’s pissed off, I think. “I brought you here to have an orgasm. This place is perfect, right?”
“Here, in the women’s restroom at a five-star resort?”
“Ready?” And before she can answer my hand sweeps under her skirt and my fingers slide in her entrance next to the bullet. She’s warm and wet. Very wet.
“Someone will hear us, someone will see us.”
“I hope so, Grace, that’s the whole point.”
“I don’t think—”
“Shut up, girl.” She shuts up and I have a moment of fear that she might slap the shit out of me. Or at the very least, deny me the pleasure I’ve been imagining all morning.
But she doesn’t. I’ve noticed she has a hard time actually saying no. Sure, she had a few moments last night where she made me believe she was saying no. But she’s been saying yes since we met. She just doesn’t realize it yet.
So I lift up her skirt and then turn us around and push her face first into the stall door. “Say stop if you want, Grace. You always have a choice.”
She says nothing, so I take that as a yes.
I unbuckle my belt and undo my pants. Her breathing picks up and she puts a hand on the bathroom stall as I press towards her. She’s shaking. “Vaughn, I’m not sure. I really have an aversion to public—”
“Why, Grace?” I turn her around, pull her close, and hold her tight. “Why does it scare you?”
“Because I don’t want anyone to catch us.”
“What will happen if they do?” I lean in so I can see her face and figure out how deep her fear runs. She’s very serious.
“I
know what you’re getting at. Who cares, right? Nothing is going to happen, but that’s not the issue.”
“That is the issue, Grace. Is it sexy? Does it turn you on? I know it does because you’re wet. So what’s stopping you from enjoying yourself with me? Now. Here. Or this morning in front of your bungalow.”
“I just…” She looks up at me, pleading for me to understand.
“You just don’t know how to give in, Grace. I told you, I don’t want people to see you naked. Your body is for my eyes only. I don’t want them to walk in any more than you do, but I want you to submit to me when I ask. Even if it means it makes you uncomfortable.”
She opens her mouth to protest but the door swings open and several women come in, laughing and joking. The stall walls shake as they enter on either side of us, and then the doors bang closed.
Grace takes a deep breath.
The girls talk over our stall to each other as they pee.
I place my hand on my girl’s heart and it’s racing, so I lean down and kiss her softly on the lips and whisper in her mouth. “You’re so sexy.”
She cracks a small smile, but her attention is on the girls around us, her eyes darting back and forth at the conversation bouncing off the walls.
“I want to take you,” I continue, grabbing her head and tipping up her chin to make her look at me. “Tell me yes,” I mouth silently.
Laughter erupts next to us.
“Say yes,” I whisper it this time. She closes her eyes and nods.
My hand slides up her skirt and I palm between her legs. A toilet flushes and I lean into Grace’s ear. “Enjoy it, darling.”
I remove the bullet and swipe it over her sweet spot. Her eyes close again, but this time she lets out a small moan. There’s enough noise in here to cover it up, so I keep going, pushing a finger into her asshole as I continue to drag the vibrator back and forth, making little circles around her clit. She’s so wet there’s a small slurping noise, but the second toilet flushes and Grace takes the opportunity to lean back into my chest and pant heavily.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I say, just before the silence takes over.
The water in the sink covers up the sound of my belt being unbuckled and the laughter and joking of the women allows me to undo my pants. They fall to the floor with a whoosh and Grace has the most adorable look of panic in her eyes as she waits for us to be discovered.
