My eyes are starting to close when a waiter approaches. “Is everything to your liking, Mr. Blackwood?”
I lift my napkin to my mouth, trying to hide behind it. But Dominic just looks up and smiles, his fingers still moving. “Just fine, thank you. We’ll take our time with the main course.”
“Excellent.”
The waiter leaves, and Dominic increases the pressure. His fingers are inside me while his thumb works my clit. I grip the arms of my chair with both hands as my thighs begin to tremble.
“You’re dripping on my hand, angel,” he whispers, his mouth close to my ear now. “Your pretty little cunt is making a mess of this lingerie I bought you. Know what that tells me?”
I shake my head, unable to speak.
“It tells me you like being owned.” His fingers slide out of me, and I gasp at the loss. I watch as he raises them to his mouth, glistening with my slick, and licks them both clean. “Yum. Better than anything they serve here.”
Oh my God…
My vision blurs. The candlelight flickers as my eyes begin to water. I’m losing it.
He reaches back between my legs and slides his fingers to where I need them. They curl inside me, finding that second inside spot that sends me to the moon.
“You like sitting in public in a room full of strangers with your boss’s fingers in your tight little pussy,” he growls. “Because you knowyou’re mine.And you want everyone here to know, even if they can’t see what I’m doing to you.”
He’s right. God, it’s like he can read my mind.
I like the thrill of what he’s doing—the naughty obscenity of what’s going on in this beautiful, civilized, elite place. It’s sending me spiraling. My hips are rocking in my chair against his hand. The tablecloth hides it all. No one else can see it. But I canfeel it.
His fingers pump in perfect rhythm, and his thumb grinds on my divine spot. The wet sounds from between my thighs are drowned out by the ambient music.
“Be a good girl, Hazel. And come for me.”
There’s no holding back.
I come so hard my eyes clamp shut. My back arches, and I have to fight with every bone in my body not to scream his name at the top of my lungs.
My sex spasms, contracts around his fingers, sending more wetness into his palm. He strokes me through every wave of my blissful release, sitting stoic beside me like a god.
“That’s it, angel,” he whispers. “Good girl.Good girl.”
When it subsides, he slips his hand back and again licks his fingers clean. Then, ever so casually, he picks up his fork and goes back to his meal.
I sit there buzzing, on the brink of collapse, blushing from my breasts to my hairline, trying to remember how a knife and fork actually work.
The meal is the best thing I’ve ever eaten but can’t compare to what Dominic just did to me. If I had to choose between the food and him, I’d let myself starve.
In his luxury car after dinner, I lean my head against his chest. He wraps an arm around me.
“This isn’t a temporary thing, Hazel,” he says. I lift my head and look up at him—his taut face illuminated by the passing city lights. “I’m keeping you forever.”
He’s not asking me.He’s telling me.
And the certainty in his voice doesn’t scare me like it should. He’s never scared me, even though he should have. Listening to him now, it feels like the first time anyone has promised something to me and truly meant it.
“Good,” I whisper, nodding obediently. “Good.”
Later, back at the penthouse, I go to the bathroom and call Cassi. She picks up on the first ring. “Okay,whatis going on, dude? Dominic is buying you dresses now?”
I bite my lower lip and giggle. “He’s doing a lot more than that.”
I shouldn’t have said that. It’s not my place to talk about our relationship. But I just can’t help myself.
