“No drinks tonight?” I ask softly, keeping a smile as I say the words. Even though no one but Damien can hear what I am saying, I don’t want anyone thinking I am anything less than satisfied, simply by being on his arm.
“Not tonight,” he tells me. “I am thirsty. But not for alcohol.” That right there is enough to make my mouth dry and my pussy wet, but then he throws a cherry on top. “I also want you to feel everything. No numbness. No distraction.”
Fuck me.
Literally. All I am thinking right now is that I need this man to fuck me. But as we head around the same loop as we did the last time we were here, we stop before getting to the back room. At first, I am a little worried, and I actually lose face for a moment.
We are standing next to a black velvet couch. There are people all around us. Some are kissing, some are talking, some are drinking. But all of them have their eyes on us. I follow Damien’s lead as he takes my hands, guiding me to sit down. Then he leans over me, covering my mouth softly with his. After kissing me for an exhilarating yet confusing moment, his lips make their way down to my neck.
I tuck my face down near his ear to hide my concern. “We aren’t going in the back room? The one with the curtain?”
“Not tonight,” he says into my neck, making the skin sizzle. “Tonight I am showing everyone that you belong with me. You belongtome.”
My heart speeds up in my chest at what he’s implying. It’s one thing to be dressed like this for everyone to see. It’s another for the room to see me as I come undone. But Damien can sense my insecurity, and he brings his mouth close to my ear.
“We are the only ones here,” he tells me. “There is no one and nothing else in the room. So close your eyes and let it consume you.”
“I’m trying,” I stutter. But as he nibbles on my neck, his hands caress down my breast, his fingertips brushing over my nipple. I gasp at the touch. Whether my head is racing, my body is simply reacting.
And my body wants him.
I turn my head so that his mouth will cover mine. I nibble on his lip as his tongue finds mine, and he pulls back enough to tease my nipples more. Even though it’s through the lace, it’s enough to drive me wild, and my body shutters with every flick. My eyes open enough to see that people are watching, and I realize that’s all part of it. Voyeurism is a thing, and if I’m being honest, it’s pretty fucking hot.
As he teases me more and more, I find myself voluntarily leaning back on the couch. “Good girl,” Damien growls, and I am pretty sure everyone can hear. But I’m finding that’s all part of it too. A sexy part of it.
My legs part and Damien kisses down my torso, hovering over my aching pussy. I want to feel more than his hot breath. I want the softness of his tongue. The friction of his sucking. The flicking and licking and everything else. I want it so much thatmy hips are literally bucking up towards his mouth as he hovers, making me wait. Making me ache. Making me drip.
I hear a woman moan softly off to the side, but no one is touching her. She is literally aching for my orgasm.
“Good girl,” Damien says again and finally,finallyhis mouth covers me. Again, he doesn’t even bother to move my panties aside. He is literally just groping me through the lace with his tongue. His teeth gently brush against my mound and I moan, grabbing the edges of the couch to control myself. I am saturating my panties, and he is sucking, licking, flicking and lapping me up as I soak his mouth.
I’m going to come.
In front of all these people, out in the open, legs spread, completely exposed, I am going to come.
And I do.
I gush into Damien’s mouth and cry out as the orgasm overtakes me, not giving a shit if people are watching. Apparently, my orgasms no longer care about things like that. And suddenly, neither do I, at least not where Damien Graves is concerned.
Once I am finished, Damien helps me off the couch and we make our way over to the bar.
“I thought you said no drinks tonight,” I say with as much composure as I can muster. Honestly, I am struggling right now. Even walking has become a laborious task on its own.
“I think you’ve earned it, Miss Bates. You’ve been a very good girl tonight. A very…obedient…girl. And there are incentives for obedience.”
I don’t know if he’s talking about the gin and tonic I am about to indulge in simply to get my land legs back…or the public orgasm he just gifted me with. Either way, I’ve learned something about myself tonight.
I have a kinky side. And now that it’s come out of wherever it’s been hiding, I don’t think it’s going to go back in its cage any time soon.
Chapter 19
Damien
Idon’t even like red.
I’ve always been a fan of the color black. It’s sleek, sexy, professional, and timeless. Red is too attention catching. Too overdone. Too pick-me. But my fucking God, the moment that shimmery green dress hit the floor in my office, revealing the cherry-colored lace beneath it, my opinion was swayed. Of course, I could probably be swayed by any color if it were on her body.
And now, I can’t get it out of my head. I am having a hard time getting any part of that night out of my head. As I make my way into the office, I can’t think about anything other than tight little body dressed up like a fucking Christmas present in that lingerie.
