inside my vagina. That insolent son of a bitch knows exactly how to make me sexually submissive. I catch myself wondering if Alex and Marcus are equally good lovers. If they are, I’m starting to understand how the men keep on finding women who agree to their conditions.
The limo stops in a back street. “Here we are!” Liam announces. I barely have time to pull my tights back up before the driver comes to help us out of the car.
In front of us, wedged between two houses from the 70s, is a modern looking, white building with masked-off windows and a neon sign above the entrance. It says “Feel Inn“ in glaring red letters.
“What kind of joint is this?” I want to know. Liam doesn’t answer me. Instead he presses the remote and the pleasure egg inside my vagina dances the Tango again. I take a deep breath.
“You’re asking too many questions! Remember I promised you a special dessert.” Liam takes my arm and pulls me to the entrance of the bar. I wheeze indignantly. The thing inside me is jerking so much, I can barely walk.
A heavy red velvet curtain obscures the view into the bar. Liam pulls it aside and we go in. A long counter, complete with elegant, leather-upholstered stools, dominates the front of the room. Comfortable lounge furniture invites one to linger and large candelabras illuminate the place with pleasant candlelight. Some smartly dressed couples sit around the tables, chatting over cocktails. Nothing unusual, just a normal, trendy cocktail bar, I think. Liam leads me to one of the tables and orders us berry sorbets with martini. Unless the sorbets in this place are are phenomenal, I still don’t see the reason for our change of location.
Liam has kindly turned the little toy inside me off again so I can relax in my armchair. I’m afraid to ask why we are here. I doubt I can control myself much longer if he turns the vibro-egg back on. I’m not hard-nosed enough not to care what people will think of me if I have an orgasm in public. The egg is really stimulating me. And then there’s Liam watching me with his seductive eyes... I don’t think I can restrain myself much longer. Perhaps that’s his intention. To make me climax in the middle of all these people without even touching me. The thought alone makes my nipples go hard. To distract myself I look around the tastefully furnished surroundings.
“Do you like it here?” Liam asks.
“Um,” I utter.
“That doesn’t sound very enthusiastic,” Liam comments and presses the dreaded button. The egg starts vibrating again. Only very slightly, but still impossible to ignore. “Don’t, please, Liam,” I beg him quietly and press my legs tightly together.
“What? I can’t hear you!” Liam’s blue eyes look partly amused and partly interested. His thumb hovers above the little remote. He presses the button with relish and increases the intensity.
“No! Don’t!” I groan.
The berry sorbet is being served and saves me from the vibro-egg for a little while. Liam switches if off and turns to his dessert. I sigh with relief and eat my own dessert without taking my eyes off Liam for a second. It’s very good, but not delicious enough for me to understand why we ended up in this bar. I finish it then drink the rest of the berry-martini mixture. Liam unexpectedly claps his hands, making me jump. “Are you done? Then follow me for the promised dessert!”
Uncomprehending, I stare at my empty glass. „I thought we just had dessert.”
“Not at all!” Liam laughs. “I just really like the sorbet here. And I wanted to give you some time to acclimatize. The actual dessert is next door!” He points to a heavy metal door at the back corner of the room. I had noticed it earlier, but assumed it would lead to a store room or walk in refrigerator. Not so! Liam takes me by the hand and heads straight towards the door. What’s next? I ask myself. I’ve butterflies in my stomach. Is this more than just an ordinary cocktail bar? The
The limo stops in a back street. “Here we are!” Liam announces. I barely have time to pull my tights back up before the driver comes to help us out of the car.
In front of us, wedged between two houses from the 70s, is a modern looking, white building with masked-off windows and a neon sign above the entrance. It says “Feel Inn“ in glaring red letters.
“What kind of joint is this?” I want to know. Liam doesn’t answer me. Instead he presses the remote and the pleasure egg inside my vagina dances the Tango again. I take a deep breath.
“You’re asking too many questions! Remember I promised you a special dessert.” Liam takes my arm and pulls me to the entrance of the bar. I wheeze indignantly. The thing inside me is jerking so much, I can barely walk.
A heavy red velvet curtain obscures the view into the bar. Liam pulls it aside and we go in. A long counter, complete with elegant, leather-upholstered stools, dominates the front of the room. Comfortable lounge furniture invites one to linger and large candelabras illuminate the place with pleasant candlelight. Some smartly dressed couples sit around the tables, chatting over cocktails. Nothing unusual, just a normal, trendy cocktail bar, I think. Liam leads me to one of the tables and orders us berry sorbets with martini. Unless the sorbets in this place are are phenomenal, I still don’t see the reason for our change of location.
Liam has kindly turned the little toy inside me off again so I can relax in my armchair. I’m afraid to ask why we are here. I doubt I can control myself much longer if he turns the vibro-egg back on. I’m not hard-nosed enough not to care what people will think of me if I have an orgasm in public. The egg is really stimulating me. And then there’s Liam watching me with his seductive eyes... I don’t think I can restrain myself much longer. Perhaps that’s his intention. To make me climax in the middle of all these people without even touching me. The thought alone makes my nipples go hard. To distract myself I look around the tastefully furnished surroundings.
“Do you like it here?” Liam asks.
“Um,” I utter.
“That doesn’t sound very enthusiastic,” Liam comments and presses the dreaded button. The egg starts vibrating again. Only very slightly, but still impossible to ignore. “Don’t, please, Liam,” I beg him quietly and press my legs tightly together.
“What? I can’t hear you!” Liam’s blue eyes look partly amused and partly interested. His thumb hovers above the little remote. He presses the button with relish and increases the intensity.
“No! Don’t!” I groan.
The berry sorbet is being served and saves me from the vibro-egg for a little while. Liam switches if off and turns to his dessert. I sigh with relief and eat my own dessert without taking my eyes off Liam for a second. It’s very good, but not delicious enough for me to understand why we ended up in this bar. I finish it then drink the rest of the berry-martini mixture. Liam unexpectedly claps his hands, making me jump. “Are you done? Then follow me for the promised dessert!”
Uncomprehending, I stare at my empty glass. „I thought we just had dessert.”
“Not at all!” Liam laughs. “I just really like the sorbet here. And I wanted to give you some time to acclimatize. The actual dessert is next door!” He points to a heavy metal door at the back corner of the room. I had noticed it earlier, but assumed it would lead to a store room or walk in refrigerator. Not so! Liam takes me by the hand and heads straight towards the door. What’s next? I ask myself. I’ve butterflies in my stomach. Is this more than just an ordinary cocktail bar? The
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