"Yes, mistress," he said, but judging by the way he was holding himself rigid, his obedience was a struggle.
She straddled his leg, letting him feel how wet she was through his fishnets. "And I'm going to touch myself, so you can just listen."
"Want to kill me, don't you?" his voice shook.
No answer was needed because she stuck her hand under her skirt to find that sensitive spot. She remembered the way he’d rubbed her clit during their past dates. Sparks of electricity spread through her unfurling heat. She shifted her hips, pushing back against his hard-on. "Are you still watching them?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"He's playing with her nipples—pinching them, squeezing them.”
"Is he?" She reached up and did the same through her slip.
"Mistress, let me pleasure you," he begged, increasing her need with each syllable.
"No. Don't move your hands." She pressed herself harder against his solid warmth, thinking of the couple beside them, thinking of the things she wanted Gene to do to her. Her hand never stopped moving, and then her cry of relief was hidden by the cacophony around her.
Coming down from her high and having never imagined doing that in public, she realized Gene was panting into her ear,still watching the other couple.
Even though the movie had reached intermission, the couple was still wrapped in the horny cocoon—tipsy but totally at ease.
That's what she wanted. Uncomplicated, glorious affection and devotion. Whatever they had, she wanted it, and she wasn’t going to wait for it anymore.
She stood,put her jacket on, and snapped her fingers. "Follow."
He winced when he stood, and hisvoice had a slow, drunk quality to it. "The movie."
"I don't care about the movie. Back to my place or hit the road." She was done. Either this was it, or it was time to walk away.
"Right. But I—"
"No talking."
He shut his mouth and whatever protest he'd considered died unspoken.
It was easy to get out because they were going in the opposite direction of the crowd who was hitting the bar or bathrooms in their various states of undress. The Ubers were already lined up, so it was easy to grab one of those, too.
Gene spent the entire drive staring at her. The silence growing heavier with every passing second. She practically felt his gaze penetrating her jacket and her slip. He input her building's door code without hesitation. They went up to the elevators, still not touching.
She licked her lips, likely removing some of her black lipstick. “You may speak.”
“I can't think of anything to say, mistress." He went back to staring at her, only inches away in the elevator.
“You always have something to say, boy.”
“I think all of my blood went somewhere else.”
His phone rang.
Annoyance on his face, he answered it. "What? I see."
Lily couldn't hear what was said, but he hung up without any change in expression.
"Everything okay?" Lily asked, ignoring the sharp feeling in her chest that she and he were never going to get closer.
"No problems." He faced her again. There was something different in his eyes, which were black as night from whatever contacts he must have been wearing. “Your apartment?”
