“Even if that means I make you wait longer when we get back to the hotel?”
“I think I proved I'm capable of waiting until you give me permission.” It would've been so easy for me to rub one out in any of the dressing rooms I'd been in earlier today. I was so turned on it would've only taken a few strokes, and I could be quiet when I needed to. But Ryan had instructed me to keep my hands off my cock.
I wasn't a fan of delayed gratification. Except, apparently, when I knew it was going to make Ryan look at me like he was proud of me.
He picked up the deep purple bag and handed it to me. “Go into the bathroom and put these on. When you come back, you’re going to show them off for me.”
“How’s that supposed to work?” I was down for a bit of semi-public fun, but the bag weighed practically nothing, giving me an idea of what was inside. A lingerie fashion show in the back of a restaurant might just be on the other side of my limits.
“Trust me,” he insisted as he slid out of the booth. I followed, my dick feeling like a steel rod in my pants as he kissed me deeply. He shoved a hand inside the back of my jeans. “I’ve been dreaming of seeing you in something like this since the second I pulled up and found you in those fucking heels. When we get back to the hotel, I’m going to fuck you wearing nothing but this gift and those shoes.”
Yes please, Daddy.Fuck, maybe I should hop on that plane with him. But I wouldn’t, because for once in my life, I was going to do things in the right order.
12
Ryan
I was welland truly screwed. I'd expected Tanner to call my bluff when I sent him to the bathroom to change. I reached down, squeezing my shaft, trying to keep from firing off like a Roman candle inside my pants before he even got back.
I couldn't help but think about the club, and all the things he’d let me do to him there. What Sam and Jack had envisioned with some areas for public play, had intrigued me the first time I’d seen rough sketches of what they hoped to create. I'd always gotten off on pushing my play partners to their limits where anyone could catch us, but that had all been within the safety of private parties. There'd never been anyone I trusted enough to push their limits in public like I could with Tanner.
When Tanner came back to the table, he was practically strutting. Some men would be uncomfortable wearing lacy lingerie, but it seemed to bolster his confidence even more. He looked so damn sexy, I couldn't wait to get him back to the hotel and strip him out of the trunks I’d picked up.
When I got home, I was definitely going on another shopping spree because an ass as gorgeous as his deserved to be framed in nothing but the finest fabrics.
“How do they feel?” I asked as he approached the table. His cheeks flushed crimson red. He checked over his shoulder as if he expected someone to be walking up behind him.
“Why don't you ask a little louder?” he grumbled. “I'm not sure they heard you out on the street.”
I gripped his cock tightly through his jeans. He was still hard as nails.
“You don't seem to be too upset about the idea of everyone knowing how far you’ll go to please your Daddy,” I observed. I nodded toward the booth. “Sit and open up. Let me see how they look.”
“You seriously expect me to whip my junk out for you right here?” His breathing was fast and shallow, and I’m not sure he even realized when he started stroking himself over the denim.
“Have you ever known me to joke about something like that?”
Tanner smirked but didn't verbally call me on my lie. While we’d found plenty of places to sneak off to during the reception, I’d also teased him every chance I got. It was my way of making sure he knew I wasn’t forgetting about him when he was out of sight.
Someday, I hoped the events before this weekend were nothing more than fading memories, but I obviously still had more work to do to fully gain his trust. I could deal with that, as long as he didn't give up on me.
“You're stalling,” I scolded him. “Let me get a look at your dick wrapped in lace.”
Tanner slid across the booth, slouching down as he unbuttoned his jeans. He spread the flap wide, giving me a peek at the lavender lace covering his cock.
I made a show of adjusting myself. “Damn, sweetheart. Going to get you a pair of those in every color.”
I sat next to him and pressed my palm against his hard length. “Would you like that? Would you let Daddy play dress-up with you? You could model them for me when we video chat.”
“Yes, please,” he moaned. As I continued stroking him over the lace, he bit down on his bottom lip to keep from crying out.
I leaned closer, biting the side of his neck. If I wasn't careful, he was going to be covered in hickies and bite marks by the time I left. Then again, I wasn't too upset about that prospect since it would be a way for everyone to see that he was mine.
I glanced up, making sure we were still alone. The illusion of public sex was hot but that didn't mean I wanted us to get caught. I kept stroking, flicking my thumb over the damp spot seeping through the lace. “Do you think you can get off before the waitress comes back with our food?”
Tanner whimpered as he thrust his hips toward my hand. I pulled away, unwilling to give in until he said the magic words.
“You know what you need to do, sweetheart,” I reminded him. I’d make him come harder than he had the entire weekend and then force him to clean my hands with his tongue, but not until he asked nicely.
