I bite back a smile at the thought of what she’s feeling right now. She had no clue that the butt plug vibrated because I hadn’t turned it on until now. I have it on the lowest setting, but it was still a surprise nonetheless. Not only does it vibrate but it’s not called the rimmer for nothing.
She’s rocking her hips in the chair and she sets the now empty wine glass down. “Tyson?” She growls my name. Her hand drops to wrap around mine that sits on her thigh, and she digs her nails into my skin.
“Yes, little darling?” I ask, unable to stop my grin.
“May I speak to you for a second?” she asks tightly. “Privately?”
I push my chair back and stand, letting go of her thigh. “Of course.”
She shoves hers back and jumps to her feet. Then she turns and all but runs off to the private restroom that’s provided for this section of the restaurant.
I follow her. The moment we enter the restroom, she spins around on me. “You son of a—”
I wrap my hand around her throat and shove her back into the now closed door. I press my body into hers, and she whimpers, her eyes falling shut before they open to meet mine.
“That’s no way to talk to your husband,” I tell her.
She lets out a shaky breath, and I hold up my free hand with the remote in it. “Especially when he has the control.”
“Please, Ty—”
I up the intensity and she cries out, her hips pushing into mine. “Oh my God.” She gasps, her hands gripping the sleeves of my crisp button-up.
I lean forward, my lips gently kissing her parted ones, tasting the lingering wine on hers. “I am the only god you will worship, little darling. Ready to get on your knees for me?”
“Please,” she begs, her pretty plump lips trembling. “Turn it off. Or I’m…”
“You’ll what? Come?”
She closes her eyes tightly and whimpers once more, but her body presses into mine as her fingers dig into my arm. She’s holding on for dear life.
I step back, pull her from the door, and turn her to face the bathroom mirror, wrapping my arm around her neck from behind. “Watch yourself, Lake. Watch yourself get off with nothing but a butt plug up your ass.” I hold up the remote and turn it on full blast. I also take away her air at the same time, knowing if I don’t, she’ll be screaming so loud they’ll hear her.
This part of the restaurant is reserved for her family. Her daddy fucking owns this hotel. I’m sure her parents are out there right now trying to hear whatever we have to say. And although I want them to know I’ve made her my whore, now that we’re here, I’d rather not have them hear her come for me. That’s for my ears only.
I lean down, whispering in her ear. “It’s okay to like it, Lake. It won’t be long before you beg me to fuck your ass.” This is also why I didn’t allow her to come earlier when I fucked her pussy in the bathroom. I wanted it to build and for her to explode when I finally allowed her this privilege.
She swallows, her hands coming up and gripping my shirt once again. This time trying to pull my arm away so she can breathe. I hold it in place.
Her lips are parted, hips rocking back and forth, and the thin material of her dress displays her hard nipples. I want to bend her over and bury myself inside her pussy but that’s not what tonight is about. It’s to prove just how much power I have over her without my dick. With a simple flick of a wrist, I can have her begging me.
Her eyes grow heavy, dark, thick lashes fluttering, and her body stiffens against mine. Her arms drop to her sides, and I loosen my hold on her neck just as she comes. She’s gasping for air when I remove my arm from around her neck completely, and her head sags as her hands flatten out on the counter.
I gently gather her hair off her back, and she raises her head, her narrowed eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “You’re a fucking bastard,” she says through gasps, trying to catch her breath.
I pull on her hair, not enough to be rough but enough that she stands. I turn her to face me and cup her cheeks, loving how flushed her face looks. “That’s no way to talk to your husband who just got you off.”
She bares her straight white teeth at me, and I smile.
“What do you say?” I ask her.
“Fuck you,” she snaps, panting.
I bite back a smile. Leaning forward, I kiss her forehead and say, “You’ll learn to be more appreciative of my kindness, little darling.”
LAIKYN
I fallinto the passenger seat of his car that the valet had waiting for us outside the Minson Hotel. After I came in the bathroom, we sat back down with my parents. All I could think about was the cum-covered underwear I had on. It was more awkward than it had been in the beginning. I felt like they could see it written all over my face. My father couldn’t stop looking at my choker. My mother drank herself into a drunken stupor, but that was nothing new. She’s been drunk most of my childhood. It got worse after Whitney passed, though.
