And that wasn’t disappointment she felt that this little bit of fun was over, was it? What did she expect anyway? That he was going to give her an orgasm in the middle of the restaurant.
She slid into the booth, and he pulled her close. “Did you touch your clit?”
She shook her head, trying to look around to make certain no one could hear him. But he kept her tight against his body.
“Sit still. Don’t worry about anyone else. All you need to concern yourself with is pleasing me.” He grabbed another cube of ice. “Spread your legs.”
She shook her head. Uh-uh, not happening. She didn’t know what he had planned for that ice, and she really didn’t want to know.
“Lacey, spread your legs now. Or when we get out to the car I’m going to have you lean the palms of your hands on the passenger seat, then I’ll raise that skirt of yours and spank your ass. And I won’t care who walks past.”
He wouldn’t. He was bluffing. She glanced up into his face, swallowing heavily as she saw the firm look on his face. Oh, hell, he meant every word. She was in so much trouble.
Knowing she didn’t have much choice, and strangely that seemed to turn her on more, she spread her legs.
“Good girl.” He looked down at the half-melted ice in his hand and shook his head, reaching for a napkin and wiping his hand dry. “You’ve melted the ice.”
She’d melted it? He was the one who had been holding onto it. But she didn’t say anything. Her mouth was too dry to speak as he tipped out another piece of ice onto his hand.
“Keep quiet,” he warned as he turned to her and drew her skirt up high. Oh, hell, this wasn’t going to be good.
He slid the piece of ice against her hot clit, and she almost screamed. At the last minute, she bit down on her lip, trying her best not to react. But the cold ice against her heated nub was almost too intense.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispered.
Okay, for him to say. She wasn’t pouring ice down his crotch. She’d like to see how he’d react to that. He slid the ice up and down her clit, and she felt her breath come in harsh pants.
Finally, it melted and she felt like she could breathe again. Then he reached for the glass again. Shit, now she knew why he’d ordered extra ice, and it wasn’t because he liked his club soda cold.
“Move your butt to the very edge of the seat,” he told her. “Then lean back.”
“Oh, you’ve got to be freaking kidding me,” she muttered.
“I’m not kidding, baby. And unless you want that spanking in the parking lot later I suggest you do as you’re told.”
She slid into position, slumping against the back of the bench seat, watching as he tipped out another piece of ice into his hand. He moved his hand beneath the long table cloth. Thank God for the table cloths which hid what he was doing in case anyone happened to look their way. She guessed he’d chosen this restaurant because of the private booths and the table cloths. He ran the ice cube up and down the hot, slick lips of her pussy. She gasped at the coolness of the ice against her overheated folds.
“Gray, please,” she half-begged him.
“Please what?”
“I can’t stand much more.”
“Hmm, you are very, very wet.”
Oh, Lord, she couldn’t believe he just said that. And in public.
“Just as I thought, I think you like the idea that we could get caught. That someone might see me playing with your pretty pussy beneath this tablecloth. Might see the way you’re shaking and begging me for more.”
Was he kidding? She was terrified someone might see. Yet she couldn’t deny she was turned on as hell. She’d give anything if he’d just reach down and flick her clit, give her some relief from the overwhelming desire filling her.
“I don’t want someone to see,” she said quietly, looking around. No one was watching, were they?
“Maybe you don’t want them to see, but I think the idea of it turns you on, doesn’t it?” He twirled his finger around her swollen clit, and she whimpered. “When I said I was going to spank you in the parking lot, your breathing quickened, and you got this look on your face like you were imagining what that would be like.”
Oh, crap, was he right? Did she like the idea of being discovered? Jesus, what was wrong with her?
“Hey now, don’t shut me out. There’s nothing wrong with getting turned on by the idea of getting caught. In fact, it just makes everything that much more fun.”
He swirled a finger around her clit and her eyes closed as she felt herself growing closer to the edge. Then he pressed a finger against her clit. Hard. As though he wanted to halt the orgasm she was so close to achieving.
“Let me see if I can help you with this little problem you have,” he offered.
Little problem? She wouldn’t call being so hot she thought she might implode a little problem.
And she should have known he wasn’t really offering to help. He grabbed another cube of ice then he slipped it up inside her. She groaned loudly. Too loudly. Mortified, she placed her hand over her mouth as she realized that other people had to have heard her. Gray just grinned then looked up as the waitress approached.
“Everything okay?” the waitress asked. Well, she asked Gray. Lacey seemed to be invisible to her. Not that she much cared. Right now, she’d very much like to be invisible. As the ice melted, the sensation of coolness against her overheated insides disappeared.
Gray looked straight at her as he spoke.
“I’d like some more ice please.”
***
By the time brunch ended, and she wouldn’t have eaten a thing if Gray hadn’t fed her, Lacey was feeling so turned on she didn’t know how she was going to walk. Gray took her arm, leading her from the restaurant. She felt like she was in a daze. She whimpered as she moved too fast and shards of pleasure raced through her body.
“Easy, baby,” Gray told her. “Just a few more feet.”
“Why did you park so far away?” she groaned.
“Because it’s more private back here.”
What the hell did that matter? He opened her door, but as she went to sit inside, he grabbed her hips, turning her, so she faced the passenger seat. “Spread your legs and hold onto the doorframe.”
No, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
But as he stepped in close to her, shielding her back with his body, she felt him raise the back of her skirt, and she knew he totally could and would.
“Gray, we can’t. Someone could walk past.” A little thrill went through her even as she protested.
“Then you’ll have to be very quiet, so you don’t draw any attention to us, won’t you?” he murmured. “I can’t leave you in this much need, can I?”
Didn’t seem to bother him before. But as he reached around and pressed his finger against her clit, her protests turned to soft whimpers of need. She pushed her hips back against him, rocking them slightly as he gently circled her clit then flicked it. With his free hand, he cupped her breast then pinched her nipple.
“I parked back here because it’s more private,” he whispered in her ear. “But that doesn’t mean that someone couldn’t walk past and see me with my hand under your skirt, that they might not get a glimpse of your bare ass or the way I’m pinching your tight nipple. But I think that just adds to the fun for you, doesn’t it?”
She shook her head, but even as he said the words her passage clenched with need.
A sharp smack landed on her ass and she groaned as the pain seemed to only intensify the ache in her clit.
“Don’t lie to me.”
She tried to deny it, even as she felt her orgasm build. He increased the pressure, moving his finger faster, and her orgasm hit. It swept away any lingering doubts or thoughts. Everything paused for a moment, and there was complete silence. All that existed was that finger against her clit and the pleasure. Completely and utterly delicious pleasure.
When she came down from her high, she realized she was slumped back against him.
Her skirt was down, thank God, but he had his hand cupped around her breast and was lazily stroking her still taut nipple. She shuddered slightly.
Damn, he was good.
“Ah, there you are.” He turned her around, cupping her face between the palms of his hands. “You’ve come back to me.”
She licked her dry lips. “I can’t believe we just did that in the parking lot of a restaurant. What if someone saw? What if they have cameras?”
“Hey, don’t panic. I’ve eaten here plenty of times. There are no cameras in the back of this place, and people very rarely walk back here.”
How many times had he done this? Brought a woman here so he could play with her this way? The thought was dark and unwelcoming. She didn’t want to think of him with another woman. She wanted him all to herself.
“What was that thought?”
She attempted to turn away. “I think we better get going. I have other things I need to do today.”
“Oh, no, you don’t. You don’t get to shut me out or turn away. I believe I’ve already gone over the whole communication thing. I want to know what that thought was. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.”
“It was nothing. I don’t have to tell you all my thoughts, do I?” she challenged.
“Not at all.”
Good.
“But when it’s something that I’ve said or done that’s put such a dark look on your face then I need to know. So, spill. Or the next few minutes aren’t going to be nearly as pleasurable for you as the previous few were.”
There was a stern look on his face that told her he meant business. She bit her lip and looked away. He turned her face back. “Lacey, last warning.”
“I guess I was just wondering how often you’ve done this.”
“Done what? Brought women to this restaurant?”
She nodded. “I know you must have dated before. A lot. And it’s silly of me to be jealous, but—”
“But you think I’ve brought a whole truckload of women here and teased them with vibrators and ice before bringing them out to my car and bringing them to orgasm?”
His look was incredulous, but she didn’t know why he was so amazed. He was the one with all the knowledge about cameras and where to park for privacy.
“I know you have a history. I know you’ve probably dated a lot of women.” No doubt all more beautiful and experienced than she was. “I just couldn’t help but feel . . . I don’t know . . .”
“Jealous?” he supplied. “You’ve no need to be. I’ve never brought a woman here before.”
Never?
“Not even just to go out for lunch?”
“No, never. But I’ve come here plenty of times on my own. There hasn’t been a whole harem of women I’ve worked my way through. I’m not interested in a bunch of one-night stands. I’m interested in a real relationship with a real woman.”
He stepped back, and she felt the loss of his body against hers.
She’d said the wrong thing. Again. And as he belted her in then moved around to the driver's side, doing up his own seat belt before turning on the car, she felt terrible.
She glanced over at his cold face and wondered how she was going to fix this.
“I don’t have much experience,” she blurted out.
Looking started, he turned to her then turned back to look at the road. “Experience?”
“With men. With sex. I don’t have much experience. I’ve only really had one long-term relationship, and that ended after four months. He hated my job and thought I spent too much time apart from him, that I became too obsessed with my cases and he came second. He was right; I was a workaholic, and I guess I did care about my cases more than him. That still didn’t give him the right to start sleeping around. He told me he was looking for companionship, that he was lonely, but I knew he just wanted to get his dick wet. By the time I figured out he was cheating on me, he’d gone through most of the women, married or not, in our apartment building.”
Gray reached over and grabbed hold of her hand, squeezing it briefly. It was just a small touch, but it was enough. She’d done the right thing opening up to him, even if it did open old wounds she’d rather just forget.
“I’m sorry that happened to you, but it sounds like you’re better off without him,” he told her.
“Oh, I was. Definitely. The thing is, I wasn’t even that upset when we broke up, so I knew I didn’t care about him that much. But I cared about the idea of having a boyfriend. Of having someone I could lean on, talk to. I missed the company, I guess. More than having an actual boyfriend. He was right, I didn’t pay attention to him like I should have.”
“That doesn’t excuse him cheating on you,” he told her as he pulled up outside her apartment building.
She undid her seatbelt slowly, not ready to end their date. “No. And it seems to have affected me in ways I didn’t imagine. I may not have cared about him like a girlfriend cares about her boyfriend, but I’ve found it hard to trust anyone else enough to open up, to let them into my life.”
Until him.
He opened his door then came around to hers. When he reached out his hand, she took hold, not prepared for the way he pulled her up, drawing her against him. He kissed her softly, so gently that she felt tears well in her eyes.
“I’m sorry that guy was such a jerk. I would never treat you that way.”
“Even if I got so involved in work I ignored you for weeks on end?” Their relationship ending hadn’t been all Lyle’s fault. She carried a lot of the blame.
“I wouldn’t allow that to happen. I’d support you, of course. Do whatever I needed to make your life easier. But I would demand some of your time. I would insist you got enough rest and food and exercise.” He winked as he said that last word and she felt a small surge of pleasure. Perhaps his high-handedness should piss her off, but she desperately wanted someone to care about her. To actually worry if she was eating enough or sleeping.
She couldn’t remember the last time anyone other than her cousins had cared about her wellbeing.
He grabbed a black bag from the trunk of his car then they walked up to her apartment building. This was it. They were finally going to have sex. She’d known it was coming. She’d cleaned her apartment from top to bottom. She’d shaved herself—nearly from top to bottom. She’d even rushed out and bought condoms. She was as prepared as she could be.
Then why was she so damned nervous?
“Easy,” he murmured in her ear as they reached her apartment and she dropped her keys. She bent down just as he did and they banged heads.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry,” she told him as she rubbed her stinging head. Damn, that really hurt.
“Not your fault.” He rubbed his own head. “I’ll get the keys.” He bent and grabbed them, unlocking her door before stepping inside. He followed the same ritual as he did each time he entered. He searched each room in the apartment while she waited in the small foyer. She’d learned not to move until he came back for her, after he’d given her sharp slap on her ass the first time she’d tried.
“All clear. Come here.” He crooked a finger at her and she stepped forward, her heart beating rapidly. He leaned in and kissed her, reaching around to squeeze her ass. “You’re driving me insane.”
She’d driven him nuts? He’d been the one torturing her with that vibrator and the ice.
“Knowing you weren’t wearing any panties, watching you as you grew more and more aroused, feeling the slick warmth of you folds, it was nearly enough to send me over the edge.” He turned her, giving her a sharp smack on the butt.
She jumped then reached back to rub the sting from her ass. “What was that for?”
“Just because I can. Strip.”
Um, what?
“What?”
“You heard me. And if you didn’t or you want clarification then you say, ‘sorry sir, I didn’t understand’. Can you repeat that?’”
Oh, fuck.
Mouth dry, she stared at him for a
moment. “Sorry, Sir, could you please repeat that?”
Because she had to have heard wrong, right?
“I said strip. Right here. Clothes off. I don’t think there’s anything to misunderstand, is there?”
She glanced around. Strip? Just like that? Couldn’t he strip her? That would make her feel much less self-conscious.
“Lacey, I won’t ask again. And if you aren’t naked in the next thirty seconds you’re getting a spanking, and it would be a real shame if your first spanking was for punishment not pleasure.”
He wouldn’t. But as she stared into those serious, gray eyes she knew he meant it.
So, she stripped. His gaze immediately warmed, and pleasure moved through her, despite her nerves. When she was done, she stood there, her hands clenched into fists as he studied her. He’d seen her in her underwear, but not fully naked.
“God, you’re beautiful. Sexy. Gorgeous. Smart. Amazing. Kind. Wonderful.”
Was he actually talking about her? His words confused and delighted her. Did he really mean what he said?
“I mean every word.”
Okay, that was just freaky.
“Your face is very expressive right now,” he told her. “It’s a good thing. Your defences are lowering. I want you open to me. I want you to tell me what you’re thinking. There are no restrictions on questions today, ask as many as you like. So long as you address me properly.
As Sir.
Her Sir.
“Yes, Sir.”
That small smile warmed her like rays of sun on a cool day. She instantly felt happier, lighter.
“Kneel. Knees spread apart, hands on your thigh, palms up.”
She’d read about this position. Since Cady had first told her about The Twisted Thorn, she’d been reading her way through series after series of BDSM romance books. Quite a few had featured this pose. So, she knelt and did what he said before lowering her head. In all the books she’d read the subs always had their heads lowered.
Gray made a small noise she hoped was approval, then she jolted as she felt him touch his hand to her head.
“Easy, baby. You look so beautiful like that. Whenever we play, I want you to strip and present just like this, all right? Unless we’re role playing, of course.”
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