“Aiden…Master,” I whisper pleadingly. But I don’t know if I want him to stop or to never stop. And anyway, his hand is already cupping my bare pussy.
“Always so wet,” he murmurs as his finger slips between my pussy lips. “So hot and tight and ready for me.”
Just then I hear the waiter coming back.
“Master,” I moan, trying to close my thighs, to deny him entrance even though he’s already got his fingers buried to the hilt inside my heated cunt.
Aiden frowns reprovingly. “No, Emma,” he tells me. “Spread your legs. Don’t try to hide your pleasure from me.”
I think about saying that Aiden isn’t the one I want to hide from but just then the server appears with our steak. I clamp my lips together, determined to reveal nothing as, under the table, Aiden continues to explore my pussy. But I’m sure the poor server must know something is going on by my flushed cheeks and rapid breathing.
“Cut some of that into bite-sized pieces,” Aiden directs him, nodding at the truly monstrous steak which has been unloaded onto the table before us. “I want to be able to feed it to my lovely companion.”
If the server guesses that Aiden can’t do the cutting himself because his hands are busy, he doesn’t say anything. He simply nods, swallows nervously and begins to cut.
I stare at the steak, biting my lip hard to try to keep back the moans. My pussy is so wet and swollen I’m actually throbbing with the need to come. Aiden’s fingertips have found my clit and are teasing it unmercifully, circling slowly first one way and then the next before dipping down to my entrance to get more honey.
Suddenly Aiden’s fork clatters to the floor under the table.
“I’ll get it, sir,” the waiter says at once.
“Of course.” Aiden sounds amused.
My heart is suddenly pounding so hard it seems as if it’s trying to break free of my ribs. Oh my Goddess! I know what the server is going to see when he goes to retrieve the lost fork. Frantically I try to close my legs again.
Aiden gives me a stern look even as he slides my skirt higher with his other hand. “Open your thighs, Emma. Wide.”
The server ducks under the table and I want to say no. I want to tell Aiden I have no wish to put on a show. Instead I find my thighs spreading, opening wide just as he orders.
“Good,” Aiden murmurs. “Now sit back, darling. Relax and let me touch you.”
I sit back obediently and feel Aiden spreading my pussy lips wide, putting my inner cunt on display.
Under the table I hear a muffled gasp and then a soft groan. Apparently the server is enjoying the show.
“Take your time,” Aiden tells him, still sounding amused. “I’m sure the fork is under there somewhere.” As he speaks, he slowly circles my clit with one finger before plunging it deep into my pussy and finger-fucking me hard.
I moan and buck my hips—I can’t help it. I’m close…so damn close. But still I can’t seem to come.
There’s a bang from the underside of the table and the cutlery jingles together, as though the server bumped his head. He emerges from under the tablecloth at last, looking sheepish. “I uh, found your fuck—I mean your fork.I found your fork,sir!” he babbles, holding up the offending silverware.
“I’m sure you did,” Aiden says. “Take it away and bring me another.”
“Yes sir. Right away, sir!” The waiter scurries off again.
“You’re doing very well tonight, Emma,” my Master tells me, his gray eyes hot as he looks at me. “I’m very pleased with you.”
“Thank you,” I whisper. As always his approval fills me with pleasure. I don’t know what to think about all this—I feel so mixed-up inside. Hot and embarrassed and so close to the edge I can hardly breathe. Honestly, right now I’m just trying to get through the evening without exploding.
The server brings another fork and Aiden feeds me small pieces of the melt-in-your-mouth tender steak and a few bites of bread. The food is delicious but I hardly register what I’m eating. The only thing that cuts through the steady rush of lust I’m feeling is the embarrassment every time the server comes back and watches us with those wide, uncertain eyes. It seems as if the meal will never come to an end.
But somehow, it does.
“Have you enjoyed your meal, darling?” Aiden asks me tenderly as the server clears away the last of the food and departs.
“Yes,” I whisper. “It was…delicious.”
“Almost as delicious as your submission,” he says softly. “But now, before we order dessert, I think you need one more course.”
“Another course?” I don’t know what he means. Honestly I have no appetite for anything else.
“Something you enjoy often at home,” Aiden prompts me. Then he unzips his expensive black slacks. “Suck me, Emma,” he murmurs, his eyes burning into mine. “I want to fuck your sweet mouth.”
I feel a rush of heat spreading all over me. Goddess, I so shouldn’t want to do this. But the look in those gray eyes and the command in his voice makes me feel as if I’m melting from the inside out. Without a word of protest, I lean over and bury my head in his lap. Breathing in his warm, spicy scent, I rub the hot shaft of his cock lovingly against my cheek before taking the broad head into my mouth.
Bern’s has a separate dessert room but when the server comes back to escort us there, Aiden elects to stay in our semi-private booth. He orders the bananas foster and drops another fork to give our wide-eyed waiter a chance to duck back under the table and watch me slowly sucking my Master’s cock.
I keep my eyes tightly closed as my Master’s thick shaft fucks gently into my mouth. I’m unwilling to open them and admit that the server is watching. Aiden strokes my hair gently and murmurs encouragement and praise, apparently completely unembarrassed to be seen this way. At last, to my relief, the server “finds” the fork and leaves again, to put in our dessert order.
As soon as he ducks out, Aiden raises me gently and kisses me on the lips. “You have such a talented mouth, darling, and you’re doing so well. If you can just make it through dessert, I’ll take you home and fuck you.”
His words send my heart skittering against my ribs. Goddess, I’m so hot right now. So incredibly unfulfilled. And I want him. I want that long, thick cock I was just sucking to be deep in my pussy. But I’m wary of what I have to do to get it.
“What…” I clear my throat. “What do I have to do to make it through dessert?”
“Stand up and I’ll show you,” Aiden says.
I bite my lip. Standing up means exposing myself even further. Then again, the server has pretty much seen it all at this point. Slowly, I do as I’m told.
“Very good,” Aiden murmurs and I see him take something long and thick out of his pocket. “Now bend over and place your hands on the tabletop, darling.” He gestures at the table, which has been completely cleared of dishes and silverware. It’s a vast expanse of white cloth with the single candle, which has long since gone out, resting in the middle.
I shouldn’t do this, I tell myself. I shouldn’t want to do this. But I can’t help it, somehow I do. Some twisted part deep inside me wants to please my Master more than it wants to keep my dignity. And right now, that part is in control.
Slowly I lean over the table and rest my hands and forearms on the creamy-white linen. My bare breasts hang down like ripe fruit, my nipples dark pink against the light tablecloth.
Aiden murmurs his approval. “Now,” he says, “Spread your legs so I can get to your pussy.”
I look over my shoulder as apprehension stabs through me. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to fuck you—with this.” He holds up the long, thick thing he pulled out of his pocket earlier. It’s a vibrator—a dark purple one. With a twist of his wrist, Aiden turns it on and a low but powerful humming sound fills the air.
Somehow the sound seems to break the spell I’ve been under for the past two hours. “What?” I exclaim. “You’re really going t
o…fuck me with that thing when the server comes back?”
“We’ll start now to get you warmed up,” he says, as though it’s a foregone conclusion that I’ll stand there bent over with my legs splayed wide open and let him fuck me with the thick purple vibrator in public.
“Aiden,” I start to protest but just then he strokes the buzzing, humming head of the vibrator over my sensitive clit. I jump and moan at the instant shock of pleasure that courses through my entire body. I hear Aiden murmur something about how responsive I am and then he’s sliding the thick vibrating cock deep inside my pussy.
And just then I hear the server coming back again. But this time he’s not alone.
As two sets of footsteps and two voices approach our booth, something snaps inside me. It’s one thing to have the server we’ve had attending us all night see me like this but to have another, a complete stranger…or maybe he’s even brought the manager, maybe there have been complaints…
I can’t! Oh my Goddess, I just can’t! I bolt up from my prone position, pushing the buzzing purple vibrator out of me. I pull my top closed and push down my skirt. Then I grab the black wrap from the seat beside me, pull it around me, trying to cover as much as I can, and sit back down, making sure to keep at the far end of the seat from Aiden.
All the motions seem lightning fast to me but I know for a fact he’s much, much faster. He could have stopped me, could have forced me to do as he said. Instead he sits there, his face like stone, not looking at me as the servers come into our alcove.
Our original server looks at me, then at Aiden, a question in his eyes. Disappointment flits over his face but he’s obviously wise enough not to say anything. The second sever looks at his friend with curiosity and then shakes his head. Without saying a thing, they quickly prepare the dessert and flambé it tableside.
They serve it to us quickly, in two china bowls heaped with vanilla-bean ice cream, and then leave, murmuring hopes that we’ll enjoy.
Of course we do nothing of the kind. We sit there in silence for what seems an eternity as the ice cream melts and the caramelized bananas grow cold. Finally Aiden speaks.
“Emma,” he says softly. “I’m disappointed in you.”
I start to talk, wanting to defend myself, but he only shakes his head.
“Come on, we’re going home.”
Chapter Sixteen
“Come on, Emma,” Lexy whines, breaking my train of thought. “It’s been weeks since he chose you. It’s not just that I want to see his house—I missyou.”
I blink my eyes, trying to bring myself back to reality. My recollection of the night before is so vivid I can almost see the disappointment in my Master’s wintry-gray eyes. When we got home, I expected a very severe punishment—maybe a whipping so hard I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a month.
What I got instead was…nothing.
Aiden simply left me in the room without saying good night or tucking me in. He didn’t whip me or spank me or bathe me or kiss me. In fact, he completely ignored our whole nighttime routine.
That morning at breakfast, he barely spoke to me. I felt miserable and depressed and angry but what could I say? I wasn’t going to apologize for not letting him fuck me to orgasm in front of two strangers. He had no right to do that to me, I tell myself. No matter what the rules of the Sacrifice said. And yet…the look of disappointment on his face was somehow worse than any of the punishments he’s given me.
He didtake time to fit the harness on me, however. And perversely, the phallus he inserted into my pussy was the thick purple vibrator from the night before. I know it’s a reminder of how I disobeyed him but he didn’t talk about it. He didn’t say much of anything, simply gave me his usual instructions about not removing it. Then he left and for the first time since I came to live at his house and belong to him, I cried.
“Emma?” Lexy asks again and I know I have to stop thinking about him or I’m going to cry again. Goddess, I’m so emotional lately. I would swear my period was coming on but I haven’t had The Dream. So I guess I’m just upset about the situation with Aiden.
“I’m sorry,” I say, sniffing. “I just… Things haven’t been great with Aiden lately.”
Her response is immediate and indignant. “Did he hit you? What did he do to you? I don’t care if he’s the Sovereign or not, I’ll come get you right now if you want.”
“No, nothing like that,” I protest. Of course, Aiden doespunish me on a regular basis but I’m not about to tell her that. She’d misunderstand for sure. I take a deep breath. “It’s not anything he did to me. It’s more like…something I wouldn’t do for him. And it made him mad. Well, maybe upset is a better word. Uh…disappointed.”
“Sweet Goddess,” she exclaims. “What the hell did he want you to do?”
“I, uh, really don’t want to talk about it.” I clutch the old-fashioned princess phone to my ear. “Look, I should go.”
“Oh no you don’t! I can tell when you’re upset and I’m not getting off the phone until you tell me why.”
“Lexy—”
“Better yet,” she continues, sounding both excited and determined. “I’m coming over. I know where he lives and he’s not going to stop me from seeing you one minute more.”
Actually, Aiden isn’t the one stopping her. I’ve been holding off on letting her come over because of the damn harness I always have to wear but I’m not about to say that. “Lexy, really this isn’t a good idea,” I hedge.
“What isn’t a good idea is leaving you to stew in your misery,” she says. “Besides, I need to see you. I’ve got something to tell you I can’t say to you over that ridiculous antique phone. Something about him.” I’ve told her all about the old princess phone and how it may or may not be monitored at Aiden’s discretion.
“Lexy—” I start again but she’s having none of it. “No more excuses, Emma. I’m coming over now.”
“Well if you have to come over at least bring me some clothes and my cell phone,” I say, stalling for time. “You know where I keep everything.” My apartment is a second-story corner loft in the cheap part of Ybor City and Lexy has the only spare key.
She sighs. “All right, I’ll swing by your place. But then I’m on my way over. So you’d better tell the blind butler guy to make an extra grilled cheese for lunch. Company’s coming.”
“Lexy!” I exclaim. But she’s already blowing me kisses and hanging up. Oh Goddess, she’s on the way.
I hang up the phone with a clunk and look down at myself. I am sitting at Aiden’s huge mahogany desk naked, wearing nothing but the black leather collar and the leather harness, which straps around my thighs and holds the vibrator inside me. What am I going to do? And what am I going to wear?
I hop up from the desk, moving awkwardly as the vibrator shifts inside me, and hurry to the bedroom. Lexy drives like a bat out of hell—even a side trip to the other side of town won’t slow her down much. She’ll be here before I know it and I don’t want to meet her naked at the door wearing nothing but my oh-so charming but rather unconventional collar and dildo ensemble.
There are clothes that fit me in Aiden’s wardrobe—unfortunately, most of them are fairly obscene. Oh they’re classy—don’t get me wrong. There are no naughty nurse or she-devil outfits. Everything is top of the line, name brand, designer and very, very expensive. I know because I’ve found a few articles with the price tags still on them. But everything is either too high cut or too low cut or transparent. And it’s all very form-fitting—Aiden likes clothing that shows off my hourglass shape.
Finally I find a pair of black leggings and a dark blouse that’s only semi-transparent and decide they will have to do. I wish I had some underwear to put on under them—a bra would be especially nice. But aside from a few wispy, lacy pairs of crotchless panties and one lovely delicate demi-bra that holds my breasts up without covering my nipples I have nothing.
With a sigh, I pull on the clothes and feel immediately confined. It’s strange how qui
ckly I’ve gotten used to going nude. Now it actually feels weird to wear clothes. Well get over it, I advise myself. Lexy is going to be here any minute!
I look at myself in the oval mirror…and wince. The top looks okay, although you can clearly see my nipples poking out under the thin fabric if you look. But the leggings…well, let’s just say it’s very clear I’m wearing something under them. Something bulky and eye-catching that Lexy is sure to ask about the minute I open the door. I can almost hear her now, “Oh my Goddess, Emma, what the hell is that thing between your legs?”
I stand there for a long moment, scrutinizing my reflection in an agony of indecision. On one hand, Aiden is already mad at me. Or disappointedwith me to be more exact. I really shouldn’t risk pissing him off any further. On the other hand, I can’t let Lexy see me like this. I just can’t. I’ve been perfectly good this entire time, never, ever taking the harness off or removing the phallus he puts in me each day. I deserve a break, don’t I? Just for an hour or two while Lexy and I catch up and have lunch. Then I’ll put it back on and Aiden will never have to know.
Having rationalized my way out of the harness mentally, I now have to get out of it physically, which proves to be easier said than done. I pull my leggings down to my knees and go to work on the leather straps and their tiny silver buckles, which Aiden fastens and unfastens on a daily basis with such ease.
They’re a lot harder to work than I expected. I try to push the harness down like a pair of leather underwear but it won’t go. The straps are tight, fitting my thighs perfectly with no room to spare one way or the other. Cursing under my breath, I go back to the buckles.
Finally, after a lot of time and effort, I get one side unbuckled. The vibrator is still snug inside me and I wiggle around, trying to get it out while I work on the other side. It’s just about to come loose when the doorbell rings.
As the deep, bong, bong, bong—which sounds like a church bell—rings through the house, I begin to panic. Lexy’s already here—hurry! Hurry! Frantically, I claw at the harness but my frenzied efforts only activate the vibrator, which begins humming inside me, sending sparks of sensation through my helpless pussy. Oh Goddess, I have got to get this thing off me, out of me!
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