When her answer wasn’t forthcoming he started. “Tonight we will be in public. You’ll be watching many things including others fucking. Are you ready for that?”
She worked to swallow the fork of chicken she’d just shoveled in her mouth. Every time he spoke bluntly, her pussy heated and her muscles clenched, reminding her of the toy still buried in her backside. For a second she found it hard to breathe.
“Yes,” she panted.
Tucker leaned close to her ear, “I can see how aroused you are. Your nipples are so hard they are poking at the fabric of your dress. I can’t wait to get you naked so I can lick them and hear you moan.”
Maggie whimpered. Oh God. Her fork clattered on the plate where she’d dropped it.
His voice deepened to almost a growl, “I didn’t get to fuck you last time. Now I’m dying for you.”
About the time she clutched the edge of the table hoping to get her body under control, a low moan sounded from across the room. Maggie’s gaze shot to the table directly across from them where the woman sat with her back pinned to the wall, her eyes closed and her mouth open panting for breath. She looked like…
“Oh my God. Is she—?”
“About to have an orgasm? I think so. Although her Dom is probably making her fight it.”
She didn’t understand. What kind of restaurant had he brought her to? “Tucker, what is going on?” she whispered.
He lifted her hand and brought it to his mouth. “The night I should have given you in the first place, pet. Now turn your head and watch her. You don’t want to miss anything.”
Confused and compelled at the same time, Maggie turned her head slowly toward the table in time to see the pretty brunette fling her head back and open her mouth to a silent moan.
“It wouldn’t do for her to make a lot of noise. While the diners in the back room are on board with what goes on here, the front room is potentially a mix of lifestylers and possible vanillas that wandered in.”
“Why take the risk?”
“Sometimes, part of the allure for both Dom and sub is the very real fear of someone seeing them who shouldn’t.”
A sudden shiver worked up Maggie’s spine. He didn’t need to explain further, she completely understood. The night of her arrest she’d stood outside the BDSM club wrestling with those very thoughts. Her brain kept saying what she’d been about to do was wrong on so many levels, yet she’d entered not five minutes later with the full intention of following through on her mission. After ten years of nothing but a vibrator, she would experience her heart’s desire in any way her Dom for the evening chose.
“You know exactly what I mean.”
He didn’t phrase it as a question because he didn’t need to. The damn man had seen through her in an instant. It worried her how easily he did that. Distracted by her thoughts, Maggie almost missed the Dom slipping his hand under the table. She imagined his fingers leading a trail along the woman’s thighs to her most likely uncovered pussy. Would he push his fingers into her cunt or did he have a toy at the ready to drive her completely insane?
Her sex squeezed. She whimpered, her legs falling open like she imagined the other woman having done under her table. An intense ache had begun to build inside Maggie and her skin sizzled everywhere. Tucker’s breath tickled the shell of her ear. Was this what it was like to be driven mad? He’d simply ordered her to watch another woman receive pleasure and she ached.
Tucker moved closer and pressed the full length of his hard body to her side. Sensations flooded through her. It was all Maggie could do to catch a breath.
“I remember what it looks like to have you tied and spread, ready to receive punishment or pleasure. It’s an image I can’t get out of my head. And if it wasn’t in my mind every waking moment, it’s there in vivid color on a larger-than-life canvas.
She sucked in her breath. Her heart pounded. “You finished your painting? Already?”
“It’s the only reason it took me so long to contact you. I couldn’t do anything but paint. You consumed me,” he murmured the last into her ear in a barely there hoarse whisper.
Her body jerked. The movement set off the nerves in her ass where the toy still lodged. If it was possible to come without touch, this would be the time. The woman across the room had remained silent, but her torso thrashed against the leather booth behind her. A second man had joined her and her Dom and he leaned back and watched the show.
The decadence of this place was too much. “Tucker…Sir…I want to come.”
“Mmm. Four little words I love to hear.” He lifted his head and cupped her chin, bringing her head around till she met his gaze. “Want to come or need to come? There’s a difference.”