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by JA Huss

  I take one more look at myself and realize I have no idea what I’m supposed to do once I’m dressed. I fish around inside the box until I find a small white card.

  Meet me in the restaurant lobby at one thirty. I check the clock and let out a breath of relief when I see that it’s only one twenty, and then step outside, pulling the door closed behind me.

  It hits me then.

  I’m having a date with Vaughn Asher.

  I have to bite my lip to stop the grin. I walk into the restaurant knowing full well that heads are turning. But the only person I have eyes for is Vaughn. He’s standing at the bar off to the right, talking to Dewain, wearing a delicious black suit tailored to every curve of his body.

  Dewain nods in approval as Asher gets up and walks towards me. He holds out his hand and I take it.

  “You look lovely, Grace.”

  I smile back, but before I can say anything, he guides me over to the hallway where the restrooms are located. “Come with me, girl,” he says in his master voice, and I gulp down my apprehension.

  He holds the door open to the men’s room. I pass through and then he closes it behind us and locks it.

  “Take off your panties, Grace.”

  Even though he’s calling me Grace, I know I have no chance of talking my way out of this. He gave in back at the bungalow and let me win. Now it’s his turn.

  I lift up my flirty skirt that could blow up and expose my private parts with the slightest wind, and slip my panties down my legs, step out of them, bend over and pick them up. And then hand them over to his outstretched palm.

  He brings them to his face and inhales. My eyebrows go up and he smiles.

  “Fuck, that’s intoxicating. Now listen, girl. I let you have your way but now it’s time to perform. You owe me a public orgasm, Grace. And I want it here in the restaurant.” He produces a small bullet vibrator from one suit pocket and a remote control from the other. “And I’ve got everything you need to be successful this time.”

  “No.” It comes out so fast, we are both equally stunned. I take advantage of his pause, because this is the only chance I’ll get. “I’m not sure what you have in mind, but I’m not masturbating in a restaurant. I won’t do it.”

  He scowls at me. “You will do it. You already promised me.”

  “So? I didn’t know that what you wanted would get me arrested for being a public whore!”

  “Would you just trust me, please? You haven’t even heard what I want yet.”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why can’t we just have lunch?”

  “I’m adding that fuck to your list. And to answer your question, because I gave you an order and you didn’t want to follow through. This was the agreement. You do as I say and you get rewards. You disobey and you get punishments.”

  “But why can’t you just say, Grace, you look lovely. Let’s eat some fucking food?” I smile at his scowl and have to cover my mouth with my hand to stop from laughing. He’s so easy to mess with.

  “I don’t appreciate that, Grace. Now bend over so I can get you nice and wet first.”

  “You’re insane. I’m not bending over for you, and you are not”—I shake my head at the vibrator—“using that on me here in this restaurant.”

  “I am.”

  “You’re not.” I actually stomp my foot and raise my chin.

  “Then you’re released.”

  I flick my fingers at him in a mocking wave and walk out the door.

  He follows me out hissing, “Grace, Grace,” as we walk towards the maître d’.

  I stop to beam up a smile at the very tall man standing at the podium. “Table for one, please.”

  “You can’t afford to eat here, Grace. Charles, we’re eating with my parents, thanks.”

  I whirl around and point my finger up at his face. “Who the hell—”

  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 wi
ll. 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 - Vaughn

  #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 comfortable 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 h
allway 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.”