"You'll only be required a small number of rules as are all those who belong
to me. They are not the same for everyone though there is a standard. Are we
clear?"
She nodded and took another sip of her wine. Did she really want this?
"If you want to back out, I'll understand. It'll never be something I
hold against you and I'll never judge you for it. You're still the same girl I
went to high school with and the same person I respect at the end of the day."
Casey's breath caught in her throat. He was asking if she was certain,
wasn't he? He was giving her a choice, just like he said he would.
Still, he could back out and end up just like her ex had. He could mistreat her.
"The choice is yours. And I'll still love you, little silent wolf." He
offered a smile that spoke volumes.
He reached across the table and touched her hand, fingers caressing her open palm.
Flames flickered in his eyes.
A chill raced up her spine and down again. He'd called her the pet name she
preferred. That was sweet, right? He couldn't be as bad as he claimed.
She'd said control was bad and had hated being controlled.
"Remember what we talked about," he stroked her wrist with the pad of his
thumb. "Control is only a tool. In the right hands, it can be a beautiful
thing."
His gaze resonated low in her belly, making her thighs even damper. She knew at this
point she couldn't go back to being boring old Casey. But...
"I need an answer."
His voice broke the silence screaming in her head.
"Now?" She swallowed. Setting a hand over her forehead, she swore
she'd broken out in a sweat. Nope, dry as before. Her hair was a mess, right? It
was heavy, down, she was suddenly hot.
He didn't move.
"Yes. I want this." She let the words spill from her mouth so fast she
hadn't been certain he'd understood.
His eyes lit up, indicating he'd heard her.
Thank goddess someone had.
"Then your first order is to go into the men's bathroom and into the stall.
Sit atop the toilet and start pleasuring yourself."
Air flew from her lungs so fast she wasn't sure she'd heard him correctly.
"In the bathroom, masturbate?" She whispered.
"Yes. I won't repeat myself." His eyes narrowed into tiny slits.
His cockiness seemed to shut down her smart ass tone. Casey inhaled a deep breath but
let it out in a whoosh. The words echoed loudly in her head and she'd even looked
around in hopes that nobody heard what she'd been ordered to do.
"You've got one minute. I suggest you get moving, sweet girl." His
hands rested together across the table from her. He sat with his shoulders straight
against the chair and his hair parted in the center so that it fell partially over his
eyes, darkening his features in the already low lighting of the restaurant.
Casey focused on those eyes, those menacing, yet dangerous eyes that said he might love
her but he might drag her back into that bathroom if she didn't motor. Standing, she
excused herself and headed towards the men's room. Damn! It was all the way in the
back of the restaurant! She felt as though every pair of eyes were focused on her now.
Surely someone must have overheard Ronan's order and told another patron.
A second glance at some of the patrons confirmed her worst fears. Nobody even looked
at her.
She bumped into something heavy and thick, spinning around to look at her waiter.
"I'm sorry," she started to say but the waiter apologized first and let her
pass, uninterrupted. Her dress irritated her breasts, making her nipples hard. She
couldn't wear a bra tonight, not with this dress but she was thankful anyway. The
dress cradled her breasts perfectly.
Her hand trembling, she opened the door and stepped inside. The restroom was clean and
had low lighting that matched the rest of the décor in the restaurant. The stall
beside the urinal was huge, black and complimented the dark stone tiles on the floor and
walls. She passed the sink and went into the stall, locking the door behind her. Air
grew thick as she turned around and perched herself up on the toilet tank.
Masturbate for him.
Slowly, Casey spread her legs and hiked her dress up. The material grazed along her
smooth thighs, baring them to the low light. It felt suddenly drafty in here despite the
fact that she wore stockings.
Tentatively, fingers smoothed over hot skin. She closed her eyes and leaned against
the hard wall, pretending it was her favorite fantasy lover. Pretending it was not a
restaurant they were in.
Fingers from one hand circled around her thigh and smoothed over the skin, tracing
patterns up her leg. The other slid up her stomach to cup a breast.
In her mind, he was there, his hands wrapped around her. It was his fingers playing
over her flesh, his hand cupping her breast and pinching her nipples into tight little
peaks. She let her head rest against the stone wall, still pretending it was her
lovers' hard shoulder.
Of course other things would be hard about him too. That one thing she loved the most
would be hard and pressed against her rounded backside, cradled between her ass cheeks.
Her dress slid higher up her thigh until her fingers found her mound, soft and wet.
She dipped two fingers in, slowly at first. Inch by inch, she slid her fingers inside
herself until she'd worked them up to the last knuckle. She was wet, definitely wet.
Squishy wet.
Again, her lover cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger
while his other hand worked her smooth pussy slowly.
Achingly slowly.
Casey arched her hips, spreading her legs farther apart as the dress rode higher up.
Her bare bottom rested on the tank now and was cold. Sensation shot through her at the
change in temperature that had nothing to do with the coldness as her fingers plunged in
deeper and her thumb brushed against her swollen clit. Her head slammed back against the
wall and she sighed, parting her lips while her tongue licked her bottom lip.
Fingers worked in and out, in and out, slowly. A coil formed low in her belly that
spread outward. Pleasure built inside her until her fingers were pumping in and out,
thrusting harder, faster. Her hand pinched her nipples, bringing her breasts to her mouth
for her to lick.
Contact from her tongue sent pleasure rolling from her nipple to her pussy in a wave
that spiraled through her as her pussy grew creamier. She fought the urge to clamp her
legs around her hand when the door to the bathroom opened and shut with a click.
A moan escaped her lips as she yanked her hand from her pussy and covered her mouth,
smelling her heady scent on her fingers.
Water flowed loudly from the sink not more than two feet from her. She wondered if the
stranger could hear her. Wondered if he had any clue as to what she was doing.
"Continue, little slut." The commanding voice spoke with confidence that
could only be Ronan's.
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