yet. Perhaps we could just go with the flow. See where tonight leads.”
“I’d like that,” she said.
The waiter appeared with a water pitcher and Will grinned as she quickly glanced down to reassure herself the man couldn’t see anything. She was perfectly covered from everyone’s eyes by the long tablecloth and her position at the table. Her back was to the wall and she was neatly tucked into the corner, hidden from most of the other diners. In fact, there was quite a lot he could do to her at this table that no one in the restaurant would be able to see. The idea of playing with her, touching her as they ate, sent a fresh pulse of arousal through his body.
So much for taking things slow, Will.
He was chomping at the bit to advance their relationship from first-date status to a full-fledged D/s bond. He needed to get control of himself or she’d run screaming from the room.
The waiter finished filling their water glasses and asked if they’d like anything else to drink. “We’ll have a bottle of Silver Oak Cabernet. You like red wine, don’t you?” he asked, looking toward Keira. He was far too accustomed to ordering for his dates and for a moment, he forgot himself.
“I love it,” she confessed.
The waiter smiled and left to retrieve their wine.
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Mari Carr
“So you come here a lot?” she asked.
He nodded. “As often as possible. As I said, the owners are good friends and the food is delicious. I also like the atmosphere.”
She looked around. “The décor is beautiful and it feels as if we have the place to ourselves.”
He grinned. “The privacy is one of the things I like best about it.” He rested his right hand on the back of her chair, relishing the nearness of their bodies. She leaned closer and he lightly brushed her lips with a delicate kiss. “I believe you promised me a taste of you,” he murmured against her mouth.
She moved toward him again but he retreated a few inches. “Not your lips, though they are delicious.”
She shivered and he moved his hand from her chair to drape around her shoulders.
He wasn’t sure if the move was meant to pull her closer or prevent her escape at his next request and he struggled not to consider the act too much. “Run your finger along your pussy. Gather up some of the arousal there and feed it to me.” She looked around the restaurant at the other diners but he cut her perusal short, pulling her gaze to his with his left hand on her cheek. “Don’t look at them. Look at me and do what I’m asking.”
She pulled in a deep breath and he silently cursed himself for even starting down this path. What if he’d read her wrong?
She licked her lips, and then, so slowly he thought his heart would burst at the image, she ran her hand under her skirt. He followed her progress with his gaze and his breath caught when she opened her legs. Her damn long skirt prevented him from seeing her touch, but when the pace of her breathing picked up and her eyes began to drift closed he knew she was enjoying the feeling of her own fingers against her flesh.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he said. “Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
50
Come Monday
“Show me.”
Her hand emerged from her skirt and he gripped her wrist to still the shaking of her fingers as she lifted them to his lips. He shook his head at her offer and then, like an artist with a brush, he controlled her hand, painting her lips with her juices before leaning in to lick them clean with a soft kiss.
She sighed as he broke off the kiss, taking her fingers into his mouth to clean them with his tongue. “I don’t understand this power you have over me,” she whispered.
He jerked back, surprised by her softly spoken statement. “Power?”
“I can’t seem to resist the need to do everything you ask of me. I want to give you control. Why?”
She’d asked the question earlier and he’d brushed it aside. Now he felt as if he owed her an answer.
“I can’t really tell you
“I’d like that,” she said.
The waiter appeared with a water pitcher and Will grinned as she quickly glanced down to reassure herself the man couldn’t see anything. She was perfectly covered from everyone’s eyes by the long tablecloth and her position at the table. Her back was to the wall and she was neatly tucked into the corner, hidden from most of the other diners. In fact, there was quite a lot he could do to her at this table that no one in the restaurant would be able to see. The idea of playing with her, touching her as they ate, sent a fresh pulse of arousal through his body.
So much for taking things slow, Will.
He was chomping at the bit to advance their relationship from first-date status to a full-fledged D/s bond. He needed to get control of himself or she’d run screaming from the room.
The waiter finished filling their water glasses and asked if they’d like anything else to drink. “We’ll have a bottle of Silver Oak Cabernet. You like red wine, don’t you?” he asked, looking toward Keira. He was far too accustomed to ordering for his dates and for a moment, he forgot himself.
“I love it,” she confessed.
The waiter smiled and left to retrieve their wine.
49
Mari Carr
“So you come here a lot?” she asked.
He nodded. “As often as possible. As I said, the owners are good friends and the food is delicious. I also like the atmosphere.”
She looked around. “The décor is beautiful and it feels as if we have the place to ourselves.”
He grinned. “The privacy is one of the things I like best about it.” He rested his right hand on the back of her chair, relishing the nearness of their bodies. She leaned closer and he lightly brushed her lips with a delicate kiss. “I believe you promised me a taste of you,” he murmured against her mouth.
She moved toward him again but he retreated a few inches. “Not your lips, though they are delicious.”
She shivered and he moved his hand from her chair to drape around her shoulders.
He wasn’t sure if the move was meant to pull her closer or prevent her escape at his next request and he struggled not to consider the act too much. “Run your finger along your pussy. Gather up some of the arousal there and feed it to me.” She looked around the restaurant at the other diners but he cut her perusal short, pulling her gaze to his with his left hand on her cheek. “Don’t look at them. Look at me and do what I’m asking.”
She pulled in a deep breath and he silently cursed himself for even starting down this path. What if he’d read her wrong?
She licked her lips, and then, so slowly he thought his heart would burst at the image, she ran her hand under her skirt. He followed her progress with his gaze and his breath caught when she opened her legs. Her damn long skirt prevented him from seeing her touch, but when the pace of her breathing picked up and her eyes began to drift closed he knew she was enjoying the feeling of her own fingers against her flesh.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he said. “Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
50
Come Monday
“Show me.”
Her hand emerged from her skirt and he gripped her wrist to still the shaking of her fingers as she lifted them to his lips. He shook his head at her offer and then, like an artist with a brush, he controlled her hand, painting her lips with her juices before leaning in to lick them clean with a soft kiss.
She sighed as he broke off the kiss, taking her fingers into his mouth to clean them with his tongue. “I don’t understand this power you have over me,” she whispered.
He jerked back, surprised by her softly spoken statement. “Power?”
“I can’t seem to resist the need to do everything you ask of me. I want to give you control. Why?”
She’d asked the question earlier and he’d brushed it aside. Now he felt as if he owed her an answer.
“I can’t really tell you
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