I swallow the lump in my throat and frown as a jolt of fear runs through me.
He bends and whispers into my ear, “I don’t need to tell you you’re mine. I don’t care if you are, but I will not be played for a fucking fool. You’re getting a little self-righteous, Roshelle. It’s pissing me off.”
He jerks me and I frown against his mouth as it presses up against my cheek.
“When you are in this room, you are mine. You do as I say, when I say.” He bites my neck hard and I shrivel. “Don’t misinterpret my manners for a weakness. It will be your fucking undoing.”
“But you said…?” I whisper.
“If I want to touch you out here, I will touch you out here.”
I stare at him as my mind malfunctions. I’m confused.
The barman comes back with our drinks and he takes them and walks straight over to the corner where two barstools wait for us, and he takes a seat.
I frown and he glares at me to follow him. I tentatively walk over and he spreads his legs and drags me in between them.
My scared eyes hold his. He’s a different person out here.
“Kiss me.” He growls.
“What?” I whisper.
“I want a fucking kiss.” His dark eyes drop to my lips.
Oh hell. I glance nervously around at the people around us who are pretending not to watch. He grabs the back of my head violently and drags me to him. His mouth sucks on my closed lips and my eyes instinctively close. He kisses me again and again until I can’t stand it. Finally, my body succumbs and both of my hands slip around his large muscular shoulders. His hands grab my behind and bring my body onto his.
“Do you know how fucking hard you make me?” he whispers into my lips as he wraps his arms around me tightly
My eyes hold his. What’s he doing? Is this part of the illusion?
An idea runs through my pea-sized brain.
No, that’s a stupid idea. I shouldn’t incite the tiger within him. This could back fire, but he does want it to look like we are really fucking. We kiss for a moment longer. No, damn it. He wants the illusion, then I will give it to him full force.
“How hard are you going to blow tonight?” I whisper into his ear.
His eyes darken and his hands tighten on my ass. “That’s more like it.”
I kiss him gently as my tongue swipes through his open mouth. “I bet that big cock of yours tastes so good,” I whisper into his lips.
He kisses me almost aggressively as his hand rises and grips a handful of my hair.
“I want to feel you gag around my cock,” he breathes. “I could fuck your mouth so fucking good, baby.”
I smile as my tongue rims his lips and my hand runs through his hair. “Please,” I beg.
His eyes roll back in his head and he kisses me hard. I feel my arousal heighten and, Oh God, I am not even joking, I could take him all and I would drink it down. We make out for another ten minutes in the dark and I don’t know if anyone is watching and, stupidly, I don’t even care anymore. I can’t remember ever being this aroused.
Finally, our dinner is called and he begrudgingly drags his lips away from mine. He runs his hands up and down my behind as he watches me intently. I would give anything to know what he is thinking. The blood is pumping hard around my body and I desperately need a cold shower. We eventually stand and he leads me to the dining area.
I’m frazzled.
I sit at the table as my arousal thumps heavily between my legs. I can’t imagine what I must look like. My face is flushed and my hair is all over the place. I have never…
I stare dumbfounded at the table in front of me. I can’t even pick up my knife and fork. What the hell? My body is thumping, and although he is acting to the others that he has fucked me into submission, the truth is he hasn’t needed to. I’m secretly begging to suck his cock now.
I have no idea what’s wrong with me. This isn’t who I am.
He gets our dinner and puts it in front of where we are sitting at the table and then goes back to the bar and gets two more Scotch and Cokes without a word. My eyes watch him across the room, wearing tight blue jeans and a white t-shirt that hugs his every muscle. His tattoos are peeking out from under his shirt. He towers above all the men at the bar and I feel myself flutter as I watch him. Hell, this is ridiculous. I am not sure if this dominance show is for the people around us or to let me know how badly my body wants him… and it really does. Either way, I’m totally screwed. While he’s gone, Chelsea and Angela get their dinner and sit down next to me at the long table.
I’m brought back to reality with a thud. One glance of her big slutty tits in my face and my arousal instantly dissipates.