Eyeing the selection of every single type of sushi I’ve ever eaten, I reach for a California roll first, humming happily the moment I start to chew. For a few moments we eat in comfortable silence, my appreciative noises the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
Picking up an aburi scallop roll, I put it in my mouth, then moan as the flavor hits my taste buds.
“I don’t think I like that the sushi is making you moan louder than I am,” Sebastian rasps into my neck, pressing a hot kiss to my throat as his fingers start to work between my thighs.
“I’m eating,” I say through a mouthful of food.
“I’m not asking permission,” he reminds me sternly. “I’m setting myself a challenge. I’m going to make you soak my leg with your need while you moan like my perfect little whore. If my suit pants aren’t drenched by the time I let you up, I’ve failed.”
Wiggling my thighs apart, I try to make room for him to push his fingers into me, but instead he finds my clit, rubbing in slow teasing circles, before pinching, tapping, then starting to rub all over again.
With his arm around my waist, he holds me in place while he moves his leg, grinding my pussy into his thigh and assaulting my senses from every angle.
“Eat,” he says, lifting some sushi to my lips, keeping the chopsticks steady while he teases me with his other hand.
Parting my lips, I take the avocado maki into my mouth, humming happily as I chew the creamy rich avocado and sticky rice.
I almost choke when, instead of reaching for more food, he clamps the chopsticks around my nipple.
“Argh,” I whine, hunching forward toward the pain, like the movement will lessen it. Grabbing the table, I curl myfingers around the edge and squeeze tightly. Tugging, Sebastian elongates my nipple, the cool jade chopsticks quickly warming against my flushed skin until the burn pulses in my chest, heating me from the inside. When I’m not sure I can take it any longer, he finally releases me and lazily reaches for more sushi like he wasn’t just torturing me.
Eating a piece himself, he selects one for me, waiting for me to lean forward and take it. The moment it’s in my mouth, his finger and thumb find my clit, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves until I push my feet to the floor, trying to lift myself out of his lap.
Using his hold on me to keep me in place, he releases my clit, only to find my other nipple with the chopsticks, squeezing and tugging until the peak is deep pink, hard, and standing proud from my small breast.
Despite the pain, I can’t help the moans and gasps of pleasure that fall from my lips. I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs as he rubs my poor clit until I’m on the verge of release again.
While he works my body, he feeds both me and himself, bringing sushi to my mouth until I shake my head. “No more,” I whimper, unsure if I’m talking about the food or the way he’s touching me.
“I’m still hungry,” he growls, keeping me pinned tightly to him while he grinds me a little harder against his thigh. Suddenly stopping, he moves his hand from my pussy, replacing it with the cool jade chopsticks.
“Sebastian,” I pant, knowing exactly what he intends to do.
“I’m not asking permission,” he reminds me again before lasering in on my clit and pinching it between the two stone sticks.
“Oh fuck,” I squeal, as pain and unexpected pleasure hit me. The pinch isn’t as tight as it was on my nipple, but theconstant burn makes my chest heave. When he releases my clit, he leisurely brings the chopsticks to his mouth, sucking my taste from the stone, before he carefully places them on the table and lifts me out of his lap. I don’t need to look down to see his pant leg is wet, I can feel it on the inside of my thighs.
Pushing the chair we’ve been sharing back, he unfastens his belt, freeing his rock-hard and weeping cock. My mouth waters as I peer over my shoulder to look at it, but instead of pushing me to my knees, he forces my chest to the table, kicks my legs apart, and slams into me.
My soaked body eagerly accepts his cock as I cling to the table, trying not to get pushed into a plate of sushi by his thrusts.
“Fuck, so fucking wet. Your greedy cunt was made to be fucked by me,” he growls as he fucks me deep, keeping my cheek pressed to the table with his palm on my head. When he comes, I feel the heat of his release as he pumps into me, but as his body settles, mine doesn’t. In all the times Sebastian and I have had sex, I can’t think of more than one or two occasions when I haven’t come. My husband likes to know he’s satisfied me, so what the fuck is this?
Pulling out of me, his cock hits his thigh with a wet thwack, and he lifts his hand from my head as he sits back down in the seat, his thighs spread, his chest heaving.
Parting my lips, I prepare to explain, in detail, why I’m not okay with me not orgasming, but before I can, he grabs my hips and positions me back down on his thigh again.
“Rub your wet, cum-filled cunt against my thigh until you come.”
“What?” I gasp.
“You heard me, Little Whore. Make yourself come on my leg. Work for it.”
I know that I should get up. I should go to the bathroom and use the showerhead to get myself off, but there’s somethingabout the depravity of him toying with me, fucking me, filling me with his cum, then telling me to ride his thigh until I come that makes me want to obey, to do what he says just to see how it feels.
So, I do. Reaching behind me, I curl one hand around his neck, then brace the other on his knee before I start to ride his leg. Sliding back until my ass is pressed against his growing cock, I rock forward, experimenting with the angle until my clit is rubbing against his leg. Once the friction starts to feel good, I grind back and forth, arching my back as I rock against him.
Wanton moans slip from my parted lips as I close my eyes and chase the sensation of pleasure that starts to build inside of me.
