“What?” I muttered.
“Do what I say, Julie.”
I flushed, knowing that I had to get into a car with a vibrator inside me. “Yes, master.” This would surely be embarrassing.
“And turn on the vibrator. I don’t want it off.”
I swallowed away the lump in my throat and pushed the vibrator deep inside. Then I turned it on and I could feel my body aching to release itself.
I gasped and stood up, feeling woozy from the vibrations that came from all around.
“Now, when you arrive at the casino, I want you to sit down at a slot machine somewhere and enjoy yourself, both physically and mentally. Put the phone back in your purse. I’ll see you at the casino. I can’t wait to get my hands on you …”
“Yes, master.”
I clicked the off button and put the phone back into my purse. The vibrations in my nipples had stopped. Shuddering, I patted my dress, went downstairs and put on my coat. Dominic was right; when I opened the door, a limo was already waiting for me. The driver held the door open, as I scooted inside and tried not to look stupid, while the vibrator moved up and down inside me.
The buzzing kept me on a strange high. I could barely keep my legs together as the car drove downtown. Sometimes I little gasp or moan escaped my mouth, and I knew he could hear it. Still, I tried to keep quiet and pretend everything was okay. Of course it wasn’t; on the inside I was begging to be released.
When we arrived at the casino, he let me out of the car, and I wobbled toward the entrance. I stepped inside and noticed people looking at me. They probably saw my red face and the awkward way I walked.
Oh, dear God, that buzzing between my legs makes me want to come right here, right now.
I was on the brink of just doing it, only I knew I wasn’t allowed.
I sat down on the nearest stool of a slot machine and opened my legs a little to give it more room. I was trembling, my body wanting to push me over the edge. Closing my eyes, I forgot about all the people next to me and focused on the feeling itself.
Then I felt a strong hand on my shoulders and fingers digging into my skin. “I give you permission now. Come for me, Julie. Do it with only the sound of my voice.” His warm breath near my neck was all it took.
I let out a gasp, and my mouth opened by itself as the shockwave crashed into me. I knew my body was convulsing, but he kept me in place with his hands on me. My head leaned against his chest, and he supported my back as I came harder than I ever had. This delaying of my climax had made it so much more powerful, much more intense. It was almost the best feeling in the world, and for a moment I was oblivious to everyone around me except for him.
The vibrator still went on inside me, but it ached much less now that I had finally released. I let out a huge sigh as he turned me around in my seat.
“How was that?” Dominic asked.
“Hmmm …” was the only thing that came from my mouth.
He laughed. “Delaying an orgasm always makes it better,” he whispered, close to my ear. “And doing it in plain sight makes it so much more exciting.”
He took my hand and left a quick peck, before pulling me up from the seat. “Come. I have more in store.”
“More?”
Dominic laughed and smiled wickedly. He dragged me to a corner where there was a locked door. Fishing the keys from his pocket, he opened the door, pulled me inside and closed it behind us. We were in a huge bathroom, and Dominic turned the keys in the lock again, locking us in.
“You did wonderful back there,” he said. “Letting the world see your beautiful orgasm without being ashamed.”
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me with passion. He became more fiery and bolder, licking my lips. It quickly turned into a devouring kiss, and I could feel his cock springing up against my dress.
His fingers slipped under and nudged my panties aside. I gasped as he pulled out the vibrator in one go, letting my fluids drip down my legs. He held it up and looked at it. “Hmm … nice and juicy.”
He placed it on the sink and reached for his pocket, but then turned me around at the same time, preventing me from seeing what he was doing. He brushed aside my hair and left a kiss on my shoulder. I could hear the rattling of chains and then a soft click. Something was attached to my collar.
“You wore it all day. I admire your devotion. Now, get down on all fours,” he said with an insistent voice.
I swallowed, but did what he asked. The chain pulled on my neck, tightening my collar. He held the chain like a leash, while he slid his hand up my dress and pushed it over my butt.
“God, this dress you’re wearing makes me horny,” he murmured.
I shrieked when he ripped down my panties and tore them apart at the seam.