He pulled my head back.“Look at you, you dirty slut.Don’t forget about Cairo.”
I licked my lips and glanced over my shoulder at Cairo, who still sat in the booth.To anyone else, he’d look so innocent, so inconspicuous, but I had seen the real him.I knew how he really wanted to treat me …
Like the brat—the good girl—that I was.
“Come fuck me,” I murmured, daring him because I knew he wouldn’t do anything in public.He might be a dom, but he was still cute, innocent little Cairo to the guys and to Redwood.“Here.”
Cairo’s eyes darkened, and he cocked his finger.“Come here.”
“Don’t you want to fuck me?”I asked from my knees, leaning over onto my arms.
Arch pushed his foot against my ass cheek, shoving me forward.“Don’t be a brat.”
“Crawl to him,” Rush growled, leaning against the pool table beside Arch, arms crossed.
While the others weretryingto discipline me for him, Cairo didn’t seem fazed by it.He hadn’t moved his gaze away from mine as he cocked his finger again in my direction.
“Don’t make me say it again, Astrid.”
Fuck, my real name.
I gulped, my pussy warm.If I kept this up …
“Now, Astrid.Come here.”
It felt like the entire bar was watching me, but I knew that tone of voice … I had heard him use it during our time at his house.He was stern, but made me wet and warm in so many different places.
So, I crawled over to him on the dirty floor of Galaxy Grub, my ass swaying back and forth, my tits swinging underneath me.I stopped at his feet and stared up at him, suddenly desperate to be his good little girl.
“What do you say?”he murmured.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“Being a brat to you.”
“You know what happens when you’re a brat to me, right?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“What happens?”
“I get punished.”
“Do you want me to punish you here?”
My nipples ached, and I pressed my thighs together.Part of me thought that Cairo really wouldn’t punish me here in front of everyone, not this publicly.But by the way he was staring at me, silently noting how my body reacted to the thought of being punished, I knew he would.
So, I shook my head.
“Words,” he demanded.“I need words from you.”
“No,” I whispered.
He patted his lap, and I crawled on up, reaching to undo his zipper and then pulling out his huge cock.I rubbed it up and down, positioning him at my entrance.With his hands on my hips, he pulled me down onto him.I curled my fingers around his shoulders.
“You won’t like my punishments as much as you like my rewards, baby,” he murmured into my ear, pumping up into me.The others were still watching, but he was talking too low for them to hear.“I promise you that.”
