The next evening, Kathryn leaned across the white linen tablecloth toward her date. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it. I’m flattered. Truly, I am. But—”
Pausing, she swallowed hard as she stared at Paco. His broad shoulders filled out his expensive suit jacket to perfection, and his striking features charmed her with a look of unbridled curiosity.
It was bad enough that Jake insisted on continuing her punishment today. She’d already agreed to have dinner with Paco. A high-end place like the five-star Penrose Room hardly seemed like America’s Next Top Dungeon. But it was either wear the toy Jake had insisted on, or the punishment continued for the rest of the week. And considering she had classes to teach, that would be a no-go.
Her intense reactions to the unpredictable, sporadic vibrations between her legs would be impossible to hide in front of a room of phlebotomy students. One wrong passionate cry by her while her students were practicing on each other, and harsh, inadvertent stabs were sure to follow. Drawing blood was one thing. Shanking, another.
Having dinner at this restaurant wouldn’t have been Kathryn’s first choice. Or her eighth. And not because she considered herself too laid-back for fine dining, but because in light of her current predicament, she knew the room would be quiet. She’d never imagined it would also be unsettlingly empty.
It was early in the evening, but not too early. The string quartet in the corner would have to play twice as loud to call themselves elevator music. And Kathryn needed a loud environment to cover her discomfort.
Clanking plates. The rumble of voices. How about a crashing glass or two?
She prayed for anything at all that would distract the ear and drown out any would-be noises. Especially the ones likely to emanate from down under. But when Paco Robles recommended a restaurant, it wasn’t a good idea to put off His Eminence. Her only choice was to roll with the punishment and accept Paco’s invitation graciously.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Kathryn couldn’t enjoy the panoramic view of Colorado Springs outside the enormous picture window, though she stared at it with deep fascination.
Focus. Breathe in. Breathe out. And do not moan.
She crossed her legs tightly, wishing with all her might that the man sitting across from her didn’t hear that. Abruptly, the string of tiny pulses finally stopped, just before her composure crumbled.
I can’t keep this up.
“Are you all right?” Bringing his glass of chilled water to his lips, Paco sipped, studying her enough that the blush was coming whether she wanted it to or not.
“Yes. I’m fine,” she said, refusing to feel guilty about that little white lie. Her heart thumped in unison with her nervous breaths. “I, uh, just remembered there’s a quick text I need to send. Sorry, do you mind?”
“Not at all,” Paco said, with just enough of a smile in his twinkling eyes that she suspected the worst thing possible. He knew.
Kathryn: I’m in a meeting.
Jake: And?
Kathryn: With Paco.
Jake: And??
Buzz.
Clenching her thighs together, she squelched whatever completely inappropriate noise was about to escape her throat, grateful that Paco was heavily engrossed in one of his favorite pastimes. The wine menu. The tall, leather-bound list spanned several pages. Enough to buy her time and quell the passing needs of what she was coming to know as Jake’s sadistic Dom side.
The man was Satan. Sinful and demanding, and on the actual brink of killing her, one drawn-out orgasm at a time. Her lips pursed, tightening as she shot back another text.
Kathryn: Paco’s about to lose an eye if my nipples peak any harder.
Jake: Hmm . . . several texts and no safe word. Seriously, kitten, I’m getting mixed messages.
Buzz.
She bit her tongue, preventing the tiniest yelp from growing into a full-throttle cry.
Kathryn: Yellow.
No buzz. No text. She could practically hear Jake’s growl of dissatisfaction in the silence between them, but her lungs emptied with relief.
“Are you ready to order?”
The polite and courteous waiter was upbeat yet professional. He looked first at Paco before turning to Kathryn.
The last thing she needed at the moment was a spotlight. It would be a tragedy of epic proportions if another buzz zapped between her legs as the two men smiled at her. Dying of embarrassment is an actual thing.
Call it stubbornness, but she’d be damned if the word red was rearing its safe little head. Giving in hardly suited her deep-rooted competitive streak.
“You first,” Kathryn said to Paco. Begged, really.
He closed the menu and returned it. “I’ll start with the Château Lafite Rothschild.”
Scanning through the selections, Kathryn caught a peek at the price. Of course, Paco immediately noticed her wide eyes, because nothing escaped the man’s attention.
Would it be too much to ask that he had an off day for once? Too engrossed with his five-thousand-dollar bottle of wine to notice Kathryn was harboring a sex toy between her legs?
“Two glasses,” he told the waiter, insisting with enough charm and confidence to stop any of her million objections cold.
“I’ve never really been into wine,” she admitted shyly, not wanting to turn down Paco’s generous offer, the second of the night. The first, of course, was the job offer she’d been midway through declining before the untimely interruption from her humming vagina.
At least the bullet vibrator was wedged high enough up it didn’t risk sliding out. And she’d nearly lost her panty privileges today for the criminal offense of daring to almost satisfy herself in the shower. Jake had let her off easy. Ten smacks on each butt cheek. The sting of them might still be fresh, but at least her panties were intact.
“Very good,” the waiter said, giving them both an attentive glance. “Did you need another moment deciding on dinner?”
Buzz.
Buzz-buzz.
“Actually,” Kathryn said with a sigh, then cleared her throat. “I eat positively anything, and I trust your judgment. I really need to step awaayyy . . .”
Racing from the table, Kathryn took several staggering steps, lurching into the ladies’ room with a loud and uncontrolled ahhhh. There was zero doubt that the noise she’d just released must have echoed off the marble walls of the restroom loud enough to be heard all the way out in the restaurant.
Ducking into the largest stall at the end, she slammed the door, unable to care about anything at all except the fast flutters hitting her G-spot, and Jake. With trembling fingers, she pulled her phone from her clutch.
“Call Jake.”
In an even deeper timbre than his natural low tone, he answered. “Sex machine services. What’s your pleasure, Ms. Chase?”
“Oh my God, Jake. Please. I can’t . . . I need you . . . I have to come. I—”
The restroom door opened with an audible swoosh.
This can’t be happening.
A determined set of oncoming footsteps moved slowly through the restroom. She covered her mouth, desperate to stop any chance of lust-filled noises hitting the air. She prayed the buzzing would stop, but it had a mind of its own.
Her forehead dropped against the stall’s door. Biting her lip, she felt a small bit of relief from the pain, and better controlled her breathing. Her clenched legs stifled the vibrations as best they could, but at this point, her willpower was toast. Crashing waves of orgasm were upon her. Lord help whoever heard her on the other side of the stall door.
At the very edge of her orgasm, the vibration stopped. It’s like he knows. Her disappointment emerged in an audible whimper, mourning the death of her beloved climax.
Knock-knock.
The soft, choppy knocks were just on the other side of her forehead, instantly snapping her to her senses and popping her head from the door. As if she could actually hide under the circumstances, she slid her feet softly back, taking small silent steps away from the door. Smooth.
Buzz.
Her body seized until she realized the latest vibration came from her phone. The one in her hand with her Master still on the line. A smile broke from her lips as she read the screen.
Jake: Open the door.
Fumbling with the damn lock that clanked through her struggle, she nearly broke it off. With a deep breath, she cracked open the door.
Faced with her Dom wearing a scandalous smile and way too many clothes for her liking, Kathryn ached for the feel of his full lips against hers, the taste of his tongue scouting every part of her mouth, and the feel of his huge cock absolutely anywhere he would put it.
“Get out here, kitten.” Unconcerned that he was in the ladies’ room, Jake unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and unzipped.
“B-but—”
His brow rose as a half smile quirked his lips, skyrocketing his sexiness in seconds. “You’ll do as I say or . . .”
“Or?” She hadn’t moved.
“Or you’ll say red.”
I didn’t survive three deployments to the Middle East to play it safe. And neither did Jake.
He took a strategic step back, letting her emerge from the stall and into the open. Her with her seeping wetness, and him seconds from being bare-assed and protruding. Anyone could walk in.
Why is that exciting?
Mesmerized, she watched him slide his jeans lower, catching his rock-hard cock in the palm of his hand. He stroked himself, smearing the healthy bead of pre-cum across the head. The sight of him was nearly enough to send her over the edge.
“Hike up your skirt.”
She did as she was told.
“Now, turn around and pull open your blouse, but don’t take it off.”
With the mirror, he could see everything. Watch her from the front. See her from the back. Catch those white panties he’d insisted she wear. The plain white ones that were more sporty than dainty, and had her wondering why he’d opted for a less frilly pair.
These were a well-cut thong that flattered her figure but remained soft and comfortable. Sexy in a girl-next-door way, they paired well with her ponytail. And by the dark glare on his satisfied face, had to be completely soaked and showing every drop.
Mystery solved.
Slowly, she turned, taking her sweet time unbuttoning her blouse, because torture was a two-way street. Her hands lingered for a second across the fullness of her breasts. Her eyes locked with his in the mirror before she released the clasp, exposing her firm pink nipples.
“What if someone comes in?”
“Then we’ll give them a show. Bend over,” he growled.
Whatever hesitation she had was quickly snuffed out, and each time the word red crossed her mind, she readily flicked it away. The marble counter was icy beneath her palms, its coldness sending a shiver through her.
“Now,” he said, tugging her panties down and pressing the palm of his hand across her back. “You have to relax.”
She sucked in a breath and struggled, craning her neck to get another glimpse of him in the mirror.
It did little good. A second later, his reflection was out of view, hidden by her body as he sank to his knees behind her. The first lash of his hot tongue against her wetness was a tease. Several laps in, and her body rocked against him. Holding back her response was no longer an option.
Fuck it. Unless Jake suddenly decides to gag me, everyone’s getting an earful.
With both his hands gripping her thighs, she tensed.
He grumbled again. “Relax.”
The small vibrator was being tugged out, obviously by his teeth. And with each fraction of an inch it moved, she found herself closer to the brink.
“Oh God.”
One of his strong hands pulled away just as the sleek device tugged free, making way to slide his tongue in and out, tasting her with long, intrusive licks. Her loud groan sweetened to a whimper as his tongue made its way out, and then he stood, inching into her with his dick.
“Yes,” she cried out really, really loud.
Jake wasted no time. The smooth pleasure device was being worked into her other hole. Filling her. Forcing her to take him.
He was giving her everything she wanted. Making her submit.
He ran his fingers across the base of her spine, a feathery touch that made her back arch as her body shot back.
Crack. The smack on her ass was deafening and hard, ripping across her in an electric shock.
“Did I say take my cock, sub?”
Her silence earned her another slap on the ass, this one just the slightest bit harder. And louder. The pain eased to a simmer. Panting, Kathryn kept her movements controlled and still.
“No,” she whispered, her chest heaving.
The low buzz lit her from the inside out with its slow, steady vibrations, setting free every inhibition and erasing every rational thought she’d ever possessed. It was ecstasy, an insatiable string of moments she prayed would never end.
“Jake, please . . .”
Another smack.
“Please, kitten?” he asked, as if to say really? Gripping each cheek harder, he squeezed them until she felt the reverberation clear from her neck to her toes. “Please what?”
It was something she hadn’t asked before. She sucked in a breath, then set free the words. “Please, Master Jake.”
Two slaps hit her ass cheek before his palm settled on her skin. “Please, Master Jake, what? Tell me what you want. And where you want it.”
Her head was spinning, but she stayed in place. Legs spread. Breasts pressed hard to the cold marble counter. His cock teasing each building throb at her entrance. But she had to check. To know.
Kathryn craned her head ever so slightly. Her breathing stopped. The door was unlocked. Intentionally left unlocked.
Her voice was steady as she said it. “Fuck me.” The next smack made her feel delirious. “Yes, Master Jake. Please, fuck my pussy.”
“Is that what my kitten wants? Her dirty little pussy fucked? Where anyone can see?”
Her whimper had barely left her lips before he slammed the length of his dick inside, forcing the rigid thickness of himself deep in one swift move.
Her climax was instant. Her body quaked hard as she let out a deafening scream, one that must have filled the restaurant and kept on going clear to the Rockies. An ecstasy that was sure to have alerted the security staff and have her and Jake escorted from the exclusive hotel. Any second now.
Kathryn didn’t care. Couldn’t care.
It was a soft fall from paradise, toppling from a pleasurable high she’d relish for moments to come. Until being banished from the heaven of the five-star resort’s ultra-posh restroom, that is.
Kathryn eyed her phone. If ever a time called for a semi-nude selfie, it was this one.
“We’re not done,” Jake said, not stopping. Not slowing or showing any mercy in the moment. He kept going. Thrusting. Hitting her spot over and over again.
Reaching back, she gripped the granite muscles of his thighs, digging her nails in hard as she took every last inch of him. It drove him deeper, tearing her blissfully apart.
Relentless, he slammed into her harder and faster, ramming her with angry thrusts that turned savage. Not careful or gentle, but primitive. Raw. It was her initiation. Her chance to finally meet the real Jake.
This was her Dom.
She clawed her way across his skin, letting her desperate grip carve several paths across his solid thighs, ones that were sure to leave deep, long-lasting marks. The way he needed. The way only his sub could give.
“Come again. Now!”
His guttural demand was met in an instant. He ripped another climax from her just as he took his own, collapsing his jolting body on hers. Their cries were as uninhibited as they were. The moment was everything. When Kathryn felt most alive.
“Fuck.” He swept the wisps of her strawberry-blonde hair from her face to leave tender kisses on her cheek and the nape of her neck.
“I know,” she said, panting.
“No,” he said, chuckling as he rested his cheek against her back. “That devil pleasuring your ass. I need to shut it off.” Bracing his hands against her sides, he said, “Tap my watch.”
She did, clicking off the app, and the vibrations stopped. Kathryn exhaled with a satisfied sigh.
Slowly, Jake dragged himself out. With her last ounce of naughtiness, she worked her body back, capturing him in the walls of her tight pussy. After another smack on her ass, she giggled and finally unlocked her vise grip on him.
Not quite ready to move on from the small corner of luxury real estate they’d claimed as their own, she caught his reflection in the mirror. “I’m not sure I can stand.”
“That’s okay.” Jake lifted her body and pressed it to his until she firmed up her wobbly legs. “I’ll eat whatever Paco ordered for you.”
“Paco!” And his ridiculously expensive bottle of wine. “I totally forgot.” In a panic, Kathryn scrambled to get dressed. “Oh, I—”
“Don’t worry,” Jake said with reassurance.
He tugged his own clothes back in place and washed his hands. After a quick once-over in the mirror, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her quivering body against him, and planted an unhurried kiss on her lips.
“I’ll catch up with Paco while you get primped and polished, though you look absolutely perfect to me.”
“I’ve been gone forever. He might have left.”
“I doubt that. He’s staying at the hotel.”
“Even if he’s still out there, he must have heard us, along with everyone else in this resort. Staff. Guests. Security. They’re probably waiting outside, listening and enjoying the soundtrack before they cart us away.”
Another warm kiss met her lips as Jake’s fingers made themselves busy unbuttoning the blouse she’d managed to misalign, before rebuttoning it perfectly. “Didn’t Paco tell you?”
“He couldn’t tell me much of anything before my vagina started belting out opera.”
“The restaurant’s closed. Just for us. He knew I wanted to do something special for you, and was willing to do anything to help.”
“I’m sorry, did you just say Paco splurged to have a five-star restaurant shut down to help you make me your sex slave?”
Jake’s smile was absolutely diabolical. Lifting her chin with two of the naughtiest fingers in existence, he smothered her worries with a lingering kiss until her shoulders relaxed. Her own taste was still fresh on his tongue, and sucking each fluid lick through her parted lips was undoing her again.
Abruptly, he pulled away. The tease.
“No,” Jake said with a modest grin. “Everyone already knows you’re my sex slave.”
That comment earned him a playful smack on the unmoving muscles carved in his chest.
With another light peck, he stepped away. “Take your time. And do what you have to do, kitten, but the bullet stays.”
In my ass? Her protest was instant, but weak at best. “You can’t possibly make me come at dinner.”
Casually, he swung open the unlocked door. “Was that a dare?” he said as he and that cocky swagger of his strolled away.