Authors: Evangeline Anderson
“It’s all right, young man,” Aiden says, his deep voice soothing.
“You may look if you want to.” He puts an arm around me, drawing me to him, and
cups one of my breasts. Casually, he begins teasing my nipple. “My lover has
beautiful breasts, don’t you think?”
“I…uh…” The young server swallows hard. “I…yes, sir,” he croaks,
his eyes flickering over my chest again. “Yes, she does.”
“They’re very sensitive, you know,” Aiden continues. “Watch.” He
pinches my nipple, drawing a low moan from my lips. “Sit up a little straighter,
darling,” he tells me. “Let our young friend see how lovely you are.”
I stare straight down at the tabletop, wishing I could sink right
through the floor. And yet, as overwhelming as the embarrassment is, there’s
another emotion behind it. Can it be…pride? It’s strange and perverse but I
like it that a man as powerful and handsome as Aiden James is proud to have me
on his arm, that he wants to show me off. And there’s an even more insidious
feeling under all that—a little voice that whispers that I want to please my
master. That I want to do whatever it is he wants me to do.
I fight that little voice with all my might but it’s a losing
battle. Aiden’s casual touch on my breast has started a familiar fire under my
skin. All I can think of is the fact that if I please him, he might finally
take me as I so desperately need to be taken.
Taking a deep breath, I sit up straighter and throw back my hair,
giving the server a clearer view.
“Very good, my darling.” Aiden sounds extremely pleased. He nods
at the server. “You may give us the menus and tell us the specials now, if you
wish.”
The server who has been standing there wide-eyed, taking us both
in, jumps quickly to attention as though someone has goosed him. “Uh, of
course.” Quickly he shoves the menus at us, being very careful not to touch my
hand when he gives me mine. He rattles off a list of specials but I don’t hear
a word he says, mainly because Aiden is still stroking and teasing my captive
nipple with one hand as he holds his menu with the other.
“We’ll have the chateaubriand for two, medium rare and a bottle of
your best red. A Pinot Noir should suffice, I think,” he says. “The usual sides
but bring them slowly, please. We don’t want the table too crowded.”
“Yes, sir. Of course, sir.” The waiter nods hastily and takes our
menus. He nearly trips on the way out because his eyes are glued to my breasts.
“Well.” Aiden sounds amused. “If you had any doubts about how
lovely you are, I trust that little scene laid them to rest. He could barely
keep his eyes off you.”
“That’s because
you
couldn’t keep your
hands
off
me,” I accuse him breathlessly. “Maybe if you wouldn’t fondle me in public, he
would have been able to ignore me.”
“Darling, no one seeing you in all your beauty could ignore you,”
Aiden says mildly. “And I understand that you’re feeling a little exposed
tonight—”
“A
little
exposed?” I exclaim.
“But,” Aiden continues, frowning. “I’m not going to put up with
any more defiance. You will obey me in all things tonight or I will punish you
very,
very
thoroughly once we return home. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper tightly. His stern tone makes me feel
like a naughty child. I’m filled with a strange mixture of resentment and
desire when he talks to me like this.
“Very good.” He gives me one last stern glance. “Now settle down—I
think I hear him returning.”
The young server comes back again, his Adam’s apple bobbing
nervously as he nods deferentially. “Your wine, sir,” he murmurs, presenting a
green glass bottle on a tray.
“Open it,” Aiden commands. Then, as the server fumbles with the
cork, he turns to me and calmly begins unbuttoning my blouse.
My heart is in my mouth as his long fingers skim over my breasts.
I risk a glance to see if the server notices what is going on. He does. He has
the wine bottle open and a glass in one hand but he’s completely forgotten
about pouring. Instead, he’s watching mutely as Aiden slowly and methodically
opens the thin silk blouse, baring my breasts completely.
Finally, Aiden pulls the blouse all the way open so that it hangs
by my sides, putting my naked breasts on display. Then he sits back and nods to
the server who is standing there, frozen. “You may pour,” he murmurs softly.
The server must wonder what the hell is going on but he pours a
small amount into a crystal, long-stemmed wine glass and hands it mutely to
Aiden.
Aiden takes the glass, swirls it, looks at the color and inhales
deeply, taking in the wine’s aroma. Then, instead of taking a sip to test it,
he turns to me and cups one of my naked breasts in his large hand. Slowly,
carefully, he pours a single drop of red wine, letting it land on my nipple.
I bite back a gasp as the cool wine makes my nipple tighten into a
hard little nub. Goddess, I can’t believe Aiden is doing this! But he is. And
as the server and I both watch, he leans down and sucks my nipple into the hot,
wet depths of his mouth.
I moan aloud as his tongue caresses me, lapping the wine from my
flesh. Dear Goddess, how can anything so embarrassing also be so hot? If
anything remotely like this had happened to me a month ago I would have pushed
the guy off me, slapped his face and left in a huff. But with Aiden, all I want
is more. All I want is to submit, even though I know it’s wrong.
At last Aiden straightens up and nods at the server as though he’s
done nothing unusual. “An excellent vintage. Please continue to pour.”
Wide-eyed, the server does as he is commanded silently. Then he
croaks a promise that the bread basket will be out soon and scurries away.
Aiden turns to me once more. “That was excellent, darling. You did
very well.”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper, my heart pounding. I can’t believe I’m
sitting here in a public restaurant with my bare breasts on display, being
fondled by the man I now call master. And yet, here we are. “Why?” I ask him,
trying to frame the right question. “Why…do you want to do this? To put me on
display?”
Aiden looks suddenly serious. “Think of this as training, darling.
When the time comes I may need you to submit to me in a place more public than
this. You have to be ready.”
“What place?” I ask in a fierce whisper. “What are you planning to
do with me, Aiden.”
He gives me a level stare. “Anything I want, my darling Emma. And
I promise, you’ll enjoy it.”
I open my mouth to answer but just then the server is back again
with the bread. He deposits it on the table, takes a quick glance at my
breasts, and flees.
“You have the poor boy completely smitten,” Aiden murmurs,
sounding amused. “Would you like a bite of bread, darling?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.”
“That’s too bad.” Aiden’s large, warm hand finds my thigh and
begins to massage lightly. “I guess we’ll have to work on satisfying your other
appetites then.” The hand travels up, sliding higher to find the junction of my
thighs.
“Aiden…Master,” I whisper pleadingly. But I don’t know if I want
him to stop or to never stop. And anyway, his hand is already cupping my bare
pussy.
“Always so wet,” he murmurs as his finger slips between my pussy
lips. “So hot and tight and ready for me.”
Just then, I hear the waiter coming back.
“Master,” I moan, trying to close my thighs, to deny him entrance
even though he’s already got his fingers buried to the hilt inside my heated
cunt.
Aiden frowns reprovingly. “No, Emma,” he tells me sternly. “Spread
your legs. Don’t try to hide your pleasure from me.”
I think about saying that Aiden isn’t the one I want to hide from
but just then the server appears with our steak. I clamp my lips together,
determined to reveal nothing as, under the table, Aiden continues to explore my
pussy. But I’m sure the poor server
must
know something is going on by
my flushed cheeks and rapid breathing.
“Cut some of that into bite-sized pieces,” Aiden directs him,
nodding at the truly monstrous steak which has been unloaded onto the table
before us. “I want to be able to feed it to my lovely companion.”
If the server guesses that Aiden can’t do the cutting himself
because his hands are busy, he doesn’t say anything. He simply nods, swallows
nervously, and begins to cut.
I stare at the steak, biting my lip hard to try and keep back the
moans. My pussy is so wet and swollen I’m actually throbbing with the need to
come. Aiden’s fingertips have found my clit and are teasing it unmercifully,
circling slowly first one way and then the next before dipping down to my
entrance to get more honey.
Suddenly, Aiden’s fork clatters to the floor under the table.
“I’ll get it, sir,” the waiter says at once.
“Of course.” Aiden sounds amused.
My heart is suddenly pounding so hard it seems like it’s trying to
break free of my ribs. Oh my Goddess! I know what the server is going to see
when he ducks under the table to retrieve the lost fork. Frantically, I try to
close my legs again.
Aiden gives me a stern look. “Open your thighs, Emma.
Wide.”
The server ducks under the table and I want to say no. I want to
tell Aiden I have no wish to put on a show. Instead, I find my thighs
spreading, opening wide just as he orders.
“Good,” Aiden murmurs. “Now sit back, darling. Relax and let me
touch you.”
I sit back obediently and feel Aiden spreading my pussy lips wide,
putting my inner cunt on display.
Under the table I hear a muffled gasp and then a soft groan.
Apparently the server is enjoying the show.
“Take your time,” Aiden tells him, still sounding amused. “I’m
sure the fork is under there somewhere.” As he speaks, he slowly circles my
clit with one finger before plunging it deep into my pussy and fingerfucking me
hard.
I moan and buck my hips—I can’t help it. I’m close…so damn
close.
But still I can’t seem to come.
There’s a bang from the underside of the table and the cutlery
jingles together, as though the server bumped his head. He emerges from under
the tablecloth at last, looking sheepish. “I uh, found your fuck—I mean your
fork.
I found your
fork,
sir!” he babbles, holding up the offending
silverware.
“I’m sure you did,” Aiden says. “Take it away and bring me
another.”
“Yes, sir. Right away, sir!” The waiter scurries off again.
“You’re doing very well tonight, Emma,” my master tells me, his gray
eyes hot as he looks at me. “I’m very pleased with you.”
“Thank you,” I whisper. I don’t know what to think about all
this—I feel so mixed up inside. Hot and embarrassed and so close to the edge I
can hardly breathe. Honestly right now, I’m just trying to get through the evening
without exploding.
The server brings another fork and Aiden feeds me small pieces of
the melt-in-your-mouth tender steak and a few bites of salad. The food is
delicious but I hardly register what I’m eating. The only thing that cuts
through the steady rush of lust I’m feeling is the embarrassment every time the
server comes back and watches us with those wide, uncertain eyes. It seems like
the meal will never come to an end.
But somehow, it does.
“Have you enjoyed your meal, darling?” Aiden asks me tenderly as
the server clears away the last of the food and departs.
“Yes,” I whisper. “It was…delicious.”
“Almost as delicious as your submission,” he says softly. “But
now, before we order dessert, I think you need one more course.”
“Another course?” I don’t know what he means. Honestly, I have no
appetite for anything else.
“Something you enjoy often at home,” Aiden prompts me. Then he
unzips his expensive black slacks. “Suck me, Emma,” he murmurs, his eyes
burning into mine. “I want to fuck your sweet mouth.”
I feel a rush of heat spreading all over me. Goddess, I
so
shouldn’t
want to do this. But the look in those gray eyes and the command in his voice
makes me feel like I’m melting from the inside out. Without a word of protest,
I lean over and bury my head in his lap. Breathing in his warm, spicy scent, I
rub the hot shaft of his cock lovingly against my cheek before taking the broad
head into my mouth.
Bern's has a separate dessert room but when the server comes back
to escort us there, Aiden elects to stay in our semi-private booth. He orders
the bananas foster and drops another fork to give our wide-eyed waiter a chance
to duck back under the table and watch me slowly sucking my master’s cock.
I keep my eyes tightly closed as my master’s thick shaft fucks
gently into my mouth. I’m unwilling to open them and admit that the server is watching.
Aiden strokes my hair gently and murmurs encouragement and praise, apparently
completely unembarrassed to be seen this way. At last, to my relief, the server
'finds' the fork and leaves again, to put in our dessert order.