“Yes, Sir.” A thrill courses through me.
“Good girl.” He waits for me to dress before taking my hand in his. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” He leads me out into the hallway and over to the elevator.
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes.” It’s all I can squeak out. My pulse is pounding in my ears as the elevator doors close and Ryder backs me up against the wall.
“I’ve got you, baby girl. You won’t be thinking about anyone else when I’m fucking you.” His lips crash down on mine, his body pressing me into the wall, his erection digging into my hip. “But before we can play, we need to get back to the kitchen to ensure the servers know what they’re doing.”
Tonight, we have outside staff coming in—those who have worked on other levels of the club in the past and have already signed NDAs. The regular kitchen staff is done preparing the buffet for the evening, leaving Ry and me to ensure everything is perfect from here on out. I wouldn’t dream of letting Ry fuck me up here if the regular waitstaff was serving. I may be more confident these days, but not enough to face my co-workers completely naked in the throes of passion.
Nerves swarm my stomach like fireflies caught in a mason jar as we walk through the dining room to the kitchen. It’s familiar, and yet it has a different energy. It’s already full of people, anticipation heavy in the air around us.
It’s almost impossible to focus on getting the food set up. I manage, but my thoughts keep wandering to what’s coming. I’m wet by the time we’re finished, and Ryder takes my hand in his.
“Are you ready?”
“I think so.” Not only am I about to get naked, but I’m also doing it in a restaurant with glass walls in the middle of Manhattan.
“Safeword.”
“Ruby. I promise I’ll use it if necessary.”
“Follow me.” He takes my hand in his as he leads me to a table in the center of the room, and butterflies swarm in my stomach. “You will receive your punishment first. Do you agree?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He settles in a leather chair, his eyes raking the length of me, dark with hunger. “Take off your clothes. You can keep your lingerie on.”
My pulse is racing as I reach for the hem of my dress, pull it up over my head, and drop it to the floor. I can already feel eyes on me, but I focus on Ryder.
“Now, be a good little sub and get into the position for me. You can keep your hands on your knees.” A thrill courses through me as I drop before him, casting my eyes to the floor. “Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Never try to get another Dom on your side of an argument. It won’t be tolerated and will always result in punishment. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“I’m going to spank you. Ten strikes, and you will count for me.” I’m already wet for him as I stand. “Over my knee, now.”
Holy crap. I am so turned on right now, and I have to admit that others watching me feels liberating. I like their eyes on me, but none more than my Dom. The way his eyes darken as I bend over his knee has me in knots, anticipation palpable.
When the first spank hits, every nerve ending in my body comes to life, vibrating with desire only he can sate.
“One, Sir.”
“Good girl.” A second and third. A small crowd has gathered around us. “You see that, baby girl. You draw quite the crowd.” A fourth and fifth rain down.
“Five, Sir.” He dips his fingers between my legs, shifting my panties out of the way.
“You are fucking soaked, Aspen. Do you enjoy everyone watching your punishment?”
“Yes, Sir.” Another hit. “Six, Sir.”
“Your ass is a stunning shade of red right now, baby girl.” He continues my punishment, but it doesn’t feel like one. If anything, I’d say it’s a huge turn-on. When the final spank hits, I’m on the verge of orgasm.
