The plug vibrates again, and I jump in my seat, starting to sweat a little. My pussy and my ass are clenching, and lust coils low in my belly.“Me too,” I say, hoping they don’t hear the tiny wobble in my voice.
Fiero presses his mouth to my ear before opening his palm, showcasing the small black remote he is holding. “Relax those beautiful muscles, kitten, and sit back and enjoy.”
Enjoy? While we’re in public? Is he insane?“Not here,” I whisper.
“I’m in control of your pleasure, remember?”
I am going to kill him. He can’t do this the first time I’m meeting his friends!How does he expect me to sit here and not squirm or moan?
“No outward movements,” he purrs in my ear, as if he just read my mind. “I know you’re good at pretending, kitten, so keep that skilled mask on your face, and don’t give the game away.” He nips at my earlobe. “It’s half the fun.”
“Should we leave?” Massimo asks with a glint in his eye.
“Absolutely not.” Fiero shakes his head. “We’ll try to behave, but it’s hard. I can’t keep my hands off her.”
“I know things are complex,” Cat says, “but I’m sure you’ll work it out. You look amazing together, and it’s so good to see you this happy, Fiero. It’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”
Fiero pins her with a dark look. “I think Cat is remembering the few times she forced me into blind dates,” he says. “Every single date was an unmitigated disaster, and she finally got the message and stopped trying to play matchmaker. I know your heart was in the right place, Cat, but none of them worked because none of them were Valentina.” He looks adoringly at me, and I almost melt into the leather underneath me. “I know now I was always waiting for her.”
“How far the mighty have fallen,” Massimo quips, waggling his brows.
“Stop it.” His wife nudges him in the ribs. “That was so romantic.” She looks me straight in the eye. “I always knew Fiero had this side hidden deep inside him. It just took the right woman to bring it out.”
“It’s not like you can throw shade, buddy,” Fiero says, pressing the button.
It takes enormous effort not to flinch, move, or show anything on my face, but I work hard to conceal what’s going on under the table because making a good first impression on Fiero’s best friends is important to me.
The waiter arrives, and we place our food order. Meanwhile, Fiero is pressing that button like he’s got trigger finger, and things are getting interesting down below.
The sommelier arrives with our wine, and we’re quiet as he pours the expensive French white wine into our glasses. Apparently, he’s matching wines with our food, and we’ll sample a different variety with each course. It’ll be a miracle if I can walk straight when we leave here. Or walk at all if Fiero keeps up these vibrations.
We’re chatting casually as we drink, and I’m enjoying their company enormously even if I’m sweating under my dress and clenching my thighs together as heat builds in my panties. I gulp back a large mouthful of wine when Fiero’s hand lands on the inside of one knee and begins inching up under my dress. He’s talking business with Massimo, looking cool as a cucumber, while I’m trying hard to concentrate as Catarina tells me all about her four kids. “I’d love to see some pictures,” I say, squeezing my thighs together and trapping Fiero’s hand when he reaches the apex of my legs.
“I’ve got tons on my phone,” she says, rummaging in her purse while Fiero easily forces my thighs apart, and his fingers find their way to my panties.
I knock back more wine as he rubs me over the silk while stimulating the plug in my ass, and I’m starting to panic I’ll come and make a scene. “Relax,” he whispers while kissing my temple. “Stop fighting and trust me.”
Letting my legs loosen, I discreetly widen my thighs, and he immediately takes advantage, slipping two fingers under the silk and pushing them inside me. I take another large mouthful of wine, and it’s taking enormous self-control not to react to the things he’s doing to my body.
“Take it easy,” he says. “Drink more water.”
If he wasn’t fingering me under the table, I’d tell him to take a hike, but I don’t think I can speak in an even tone, so I just agree.
Cat leans across the table to show me her phone, and I sit forward, admiring her kids with smiles and nods as she flits through pictures with a swipe of her finger. Meanwhile, Fiero is casually chatting with his friend as if he doesn’t have his fingers inside me and he isn’t pressing the plug remote every few seconds.
My composure is slipping, and it’s showing.
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” she asks. “You’re sweating.”
I take the escape. “I do feel a little hot. I’ll just go splash some water on my face.”
Fiero is forced to drop his hand and let me out of the booth. I feel his eyes glued to my hastily retreating form as I make my way across the large, busy restaurant toward the corridor that leads to the bathrooms.
I’m breathing heavily, my pussy and ass squeezing and contracting because the remote control is still working even with distance between us. There is no bathroom, per se, just a row of single-occupancy gender-neutral toilets with their own doors. Finding an unoccupied one, I throw myself inside, but before I can shut the door, I’m being pushed back inside by a six-foot-four caveman. Fiero’s nostrils are flaring, his pupils dilated, and the bulge in his pants is growing in front of my eyes.
“Naughty kitty,” he says, locking the door behind him and gripping my hips. “Did I say you could leave?”
“You can’t be serious! I was close to coming!”
