by LK Shaw
Upon entering the restaurant, we were greeted by the maître d’ who sat us at a booth in a corner at the back of the restaurant. Marcus directed me to slide in first, and he followed in behind. Our waiter came and took our drink orders before heading into the kitchen. Marcus reached over and grasped my hand again, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. Shivers raced down my spine, my nipples tightened, and wetness coated my inner thighs. I’m not sure if he was trying to comfort me or himself. While we waited for the waiter to return, Marcus released my hand, leaving me bereft of his touch. Until I felt his hand on my thigh.
“Leave your hands where they are,” came his order.
Forgetting the weird vibe I’d gotten from him earlier, excitement came over me and I followed the order.
His earlier comment about wanting to see my legs had prompted me to wear a dress. Cotton tickled my legs as Marcus began walking his fingers along my thigh, pulling fabric upward with each bend of his knuckles until I felt the tops of my thighs exposed to the cold restaurant air. I shifted in arousal and slight nervousness about people knowing what he was doing under the table. Unfortunately for me, I forgot about his instructions to never wear underwear in his presence. Until his fingers froze when he felt the silk undies I had on.
“What did I tell you about wearing underwear around me?” he scolded.
I gulped in apprehension. “That if you ever found me wearing them, you’d rip them off no matter where we were.”
“And yet you’re still wearing them. You should know after the spanking you received that I don’t make empty threats. However, I’m not going to take them off.” I sagged in relief until he spoke again. “You are. Now.”
I scooted toward him to exit the booth so I could go the ladies’ room. He tightened his grip on my thigh, stopping me.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I was going to the restroom to take them off as you requested, Sir.”
He stared unnervingly at me. “Take them off right here, right now. Lift your butt up and slide them down your legs and hand them to me.”
I scanned the restaurant and spied the waiter heading our way. I began to panic a little. “Sir, can I please wait until the waiter leaves?”
“No, you cannot. This is part of your punishment for disobeying. Now, take them off and hand them to me. I won’t repeat my request a third time. Twice was one time too many as it is.”
It was then that the waiter reached our table and asked if we were ready to order. I hadn’t even perused the menu yet. Now I was expected to take off my underwear with this young man, a child practically, standing only three feet away from me. Marcus squeezed my thigh again in warning as he ordered himself chicken parmesan with a side salad. As surreptitiously as possible, I inched the dress up under by butt and wiggled my underwear down. I parroted Marcus’ order in hopes the waiter disappeared quickly. “I’ll have the same thing he’s having.”
After the waiter wrote down my order and started to excuse himself, Marcus stopped his retreat by asking about wine choices to go with our meal. I groaned, knowing he was doing it only to torture me. As the waiter listed the wines that would complement our meal, Marcus softly cleared his throat to remind me of the task I had paused. I saw the waiter’s eyes dance in my direction during his recitation. As Marcus prolonged my agony by pondering which wine to order, I continued sliding my underwear down my legs until, finally, they pooled at my feet. I stepped one foot out and then lifted the other leg as up inconspicuously as possible before I reached under the table to pull the thin slip of fabric off my foot. I transferred them to my other hand and nudged Marcus’ leg to let him know I was passing them off to him as I heard him say, “We’ll take a bottle of your finest Merlot.”
Without being covert in any way, he made a huge production of taking them from my hand as he leaned sideways to stuff them in his pants pocket. The waiter’s eyes widened, and the biggest smile spread across his lips. He quickly glanced at me again before answering, “I’ll bring that right out, sir. Ma’am.” He inclined his head in my direction before strutting off to the kitchen where I was sure he’d tell the entire kitchen staff about the woman he witnessed taking her underwear off under the table.
Marcus laughed when I jabbed him in the side with my elbow. “That was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. You know he’s telling everyone what I was doing over here. Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t sniff them before you put them in your pocket.” I huffed.
At that, Marcus threw his head back, laughing loudly enough to attract the attention of several other patrons, who turned their head at the noise. When he finally finished laughing at my expense, he wiped imaginary tears from his eyes.
“Oh, Sweetness, don’t give me any ideas.”
As I began to pull my dress back down, he stayed me with his hand on my leg again. “Keep it pulled up. I want to see you.” I froze at the tone of his voice, which had deepened in arousal. When he continued to stare at me intently, I knew he was serious, although I never should have doubted.
“Tell me about your day. What is it that you do?” he asked as he drew lazy designs across the top of my thigh making it hard for me to concentrate on the question he asked.
It took me several seconds to answer since I was distracted by tingles spreading throughout my body. My breasts were heavy, and I shifted in my seat. “I’m a surgical nurse. I mostly assist with minor orthopedic surgeries. On occasion, I work in the Emergency Department in the trauma unit dealing with gunshot victims, stabbing victims, and car accidents mostly.” I relaxed as I spoke, forgetting about Marcus’ hand on my leg. “It’s a rewarding career, but there are also a few drawbacks as well. Like when we lose a patient. Or when it’s a child. It kills me every time a child comes in for a surgery. Even minor outpatient surgeries with low risk. My stomach clenches every time I’m working with a kid.”
“So, you like children then?” he asked.
A smile crossed my face. “I love kids. I always wanted my own, but some things weren’t meant to be. Which I’ve learned to accept. So, I play auntie to my friend’s kids.”
“Ever been married?”
I thought of my ex. “No, although I thought I would be at one time. He turned out to be a huge asshole so I’m glad I dodged that bullet. What about you? Ever been married?”
He hesitated as though not sure how to answer, and I felt my stomach drop wondering if he was going to tell me he was already married and had a couple kids waiting for him at home. I was going to be so pissed if he’d been fucking around with me and he was married. There were some things I drew the line at. “No, never married.”
Relieved, I let out the breath I’d been holding. I also forgot that my dress was rucked up almost to my waist, until the hand that had been tracing patterns on my thigh moved unexpectedly. My breathing quickened as his touch was transferred and the circles that he had been drawing on my thigh were now being drawn around my clit. Slow, then faster. Soft, then harder. He continued his assault to my senses even as the waiter returned with our wine.
His finger slipped lower, teasing my opening, causing me to shift in my seat. A soft moan escaped before I could stop it, and the waiter paused in pouring the wine to look at me. I forced myself to stop moving and offered a bored smile, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary was occurring. Clearly, my acting skills needed work because he winked at me. Oh, God. Let me die of embarrassment now please.
Finally, the waiter left us alone, just as Marcus slid his entire finger in my hole and crooked it upward. Then he withdrew until only the tip was touching me before plunging it back in. On and on he fucked me with his hand occasionally stopping, only to press it in deeper and to scrape across my g-spot again until wetness coated my thighs and no doubt the booth seat below me. How he timed it perfectly, I had no idea. As the server stepped up to our table to deliver our food, Marcus drove two fingers into my seeping pussy, causing a roaring orgasm to rush through me. My nails dug into the
wood of the table above me as I tried to keep myself from moving and screaming my release. It had been several days since I’d orgasmed due to his instructions, so this one was so powerful, I felt blood flood my mouth from where I’d bitten my lip to hold back my scream of ecstasy. As the shivers continued to rack my body, I ducked my head to calm my breathing. With my head down, I noticed the bulge in Marcus’ pants. It comforted me slightly knowing the discomfort he was probably feeling. I still didn’t look up again until I was sure the waiter had gone.
I focused on Marcus, sure I’d see a satisfied smirk on his face knowing he made me orgasm in public. Instead he gazed at me so intently, arousal practically glowing from his eyes and an expression of awe on his face. I also saw a flash of something unidentifiable.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. Watching you lose control like that was spectacular. While there might be a few women in here who would look at you as though you did something wrong, I bet there are twice that number of women who wish they had been you. They wish their man would have the balls to give them an orgasm that hard. I can guarantee that if you asked them, they wouldn’t care that it was in front of a restaurant full of people. You are beautiful and sexy, and every one here is going to see how much you turned me on when we get up to leave, because I don’t see myself losing this erection any time soon. I’m going to have a hard-on for days.”
Some of my embarrassment left me at his words. I still trembled in shock from having an orgasm in such a public way. Yes, he’d made me orgasm at Eden, but it had been in a darkened corner, where as this was a well-lit restaurant, and I knew that someone had been watching us. Now that my embarrassment had faded a little I could admit to a small amount of pride in the fact that I turned this man on with minimal effort.
We spent the rest of the night enjoying our meal and talking about our daily lives even though he seemed distracted and tense again now that he’d pleasured me. It actually felt like a real date. He even dropped me off at home with a long, deep goodnight kiss that had me ready to jump his bones.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come in?” I asked shyly, expecting him to snap up the invitation.
It surprised me when he shook his head. “Not tonight. Thank you for a lovely dinner. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Confused, and admittedly, a little hurt, I watched him get in his car and drive off, neither of us noticing the man standing across the street in the shadows.
Chapter Ten
Penny
“That man confuses the hell out of me,” I complained to Bridget. I called her after Marcus left. “He takes me out to a nice dinner, like a real date, finger fucks me under the table with a damn audience, brings me home, kisses me goodnight, and leaves.”
“What’s wrong with that? I think it’s sweet.” Bridget questioned.
“Nothing’s wrong with it, per se. I invited him in, he declined. I was beyond ready to fuck this man, and he did nothing except kiss me. Don’t get me wrong, it was a fantastic kiss, but after what happened at the restaurant, I was hoping he’d take it to the next level. He’s blowing hot and cold, and it’s driving me nuts. I can’t get a read on him. At times, it seems like he’s really interested and then he seems so aloof.”
“Have you learned nothing yet? You might have been ready to jump his bones, but you’re not the one in control in this relationship. He is. I’m sure there is a reason for everything he does or doesn’t do as the case may be. Obviously tonight was about teaching you something, not about him fucking you. Be patient, grasshopper. All good things will come. You have to learn that they may not come on your timetable. Ha ha, I said ‘come’.” Bridget laughed at her own joke.
I groaned, laughing with her. “God, you’re like a fourteen-year-old boy. If you’re done laughing at your lame teenage humor, can we talk serious here? I don’t get Marcus. I’ve been putty in his hands from the moment he first touched me. I’ve practically thrown myself at his feet. Do I need to wear a sign that says ‘Fuck me, please’?”
“No, you need to be patient. A Dom/sub relationship isn’t always about sex. A lot of times, it’s about the power exchange. Take tonight for instance. You and Marcus were having a normal, vanilla dinner. Something any couple off the street would do, right?” She didn’t even wait for me to respond before she continued her explanation. “Then the power exchange came into play. Marcus told you to take your underwear off, and you did. Because you followed his command, you gave him his Dominant power. And you did give it to him. He didn’t take anything from you. It was consensual. That’s the power exchange. He told you to do something and you did it. He would have been perfectly happy with you just obeying him. The finger fucking was a bonus.”
I thought about what she said for a while. It made sense, even if it didn’t make me any less horny.
“The orgasm I had at the restaurant wasn’t enough. I need more. I can’t even do anything about it either, because he’s already punished me once for making myself orgasm. So now I have to suffer in my arousal,” I whined.
Bridget laughed. “Welcome to submission. It won’t always be like that, though. Besides, you should be careful about what you wish for. The next thing you know, you’ll be having forced orgasms that go on forever and ever and you’ll wish you were back to the times when you weren’t allowed to have one.”
I was silent throughout her speech even though I really wanted to ask. Forced orgasms? I was pretty sure that was something I didn’t want to experience yet I did.
“Fine, so I’ll be patient and wait for him to finally decide it’s time to fuck me. Even if it kills me, which it very well might. I’m going to die from orgasm deprivation. Thanks for everything Bridget. I’m glad I have someone I can call about these things. I’ll talk to you soon.”
After we said our goodbyes, I lay there thinking about everything she’d told me about the power exchange. Marcus had used that term before, but I didn’t really understand the meaning behind it until now. What Bridget described was what I thought I’d been looking for. Giving up my control to someone else. Someone who accepted that power and, in return, took care of my needs. Yes, I had enjoyed what Marcus did in the restaurant, even though I was more embarrassed than I’d ever been in my life. Was what I’d received from it worth it? And I wasn’t talking about the orgasm. I was talking about letting someone else decide what I needed. I was talking about giving a man that much control when I knew, at some point, he was going to break my heart. Was a power exchange, where I gave up my control to someone else, what I really wanted? It didn’t take me long to decide. Yes.
Chapter Eleven
Marcus
I sat at the kitchen table drinking my morning coffee and going through my mail, running the previous evening through my mind. I don’t know what had tempted me to take Penny out on what felt like a date. There was something intriguing about her. She was such a mix of naive innocence and passionate vixen it was next to impossible to not want to see where this thing between us would go. Sadly, I didn’t have a choice except to maintain a student/teacher relationship. Especially with Evan back in play. He’d use any weakness against me. I knew if I came to care for Penny it would make her vulnerable to Evan’s game of cat and mouse. A game I had no intention of playing. I needed to put a call in to Connor and see if he had any updates. The waiting was driving me insane.
I was shuffling through my mail when I came across a single sheet of paper folded in half. Opening it, I cursed as I read the two short sentences printed on the paper.
You can’t hide them forever. I WILL find her.
“Fuck,” I yelled as I balled up the paper and threw it across the room. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he made contact again. I’d been receiving various notes of this kind for months now, with the last one arriving a couple of weeks ago. Of course, the timing sucked. Knowing there was nothing to be done but wait for Evan’s next move or for Connor to find him, I went back to getting ready for work. I only hoped t
he day flew by. I wanted to see Penny, even if I knew it wasn’t the wisest decision considering Evan might be watching. I needed to lose myself in her.
Between my morning delivery and a long day of appointments with clients wanting to discuss their retirement and businessmen buying out companies, I needed to release the increasing stress. I needed to find that release in Penny. I ignored my use of the word “need”. Picking up my phone, I dialed her number.
“Hello,” came her soft, sweet voice over the line.
Immediately, my tension eased. “Hello, Sweetness. How are you today?”
“I’m doing well, Sir,” she responded, almost whispering the last word.
“I’m glad to hear that, little sub. I want to play tonight. We’ll be going to Eden. I’ll pick you up at eight. I want you to wear something that makes you feel sexy.” Anticipation vibrated through my veins at the thought of seeing her.
She replied immediately, “Yes, Sir. I’ll be ready for you.”
I said goodbye and smiled at the sound of anticipation I heard in her voice. I packed up my office and headed home forgetting about the letter that had waited for me this morning. I left the house at 7:30 and headed to pick up my sub. I stumbled a little. No, not MY sub. Just a sub I was mentoring.
Arriving promptly at eight, I knocked on her door and almost swallowed my tongue when she answered. She wore a deep purple, almost black, knee-length halter dress that accentuated her hourglass figure. What made it stunning was the keyhole cut out between her breasts. The cut out was big enough to see the swell of her breasts and dipped low enough to see the shadow between them, but small enough to still keep everything covered. It offered a tease of what to expect beneath the dress and made me want to tear the thing off her to see the gorgeous body underneath.
