Degraded

Avery’s POV

Fuck, fuck, fuck. My fiancé is sitting right outside, waiting for me. I can’t do this with his father.

The hallway is empty but any second now, someone’s going to find us. Shit.

“Punish me, mistress!” Gideon begs.

My heart is pounding fast. So fast, I am scared it might burst out of my chest.

I am stricken by excitement, this undeniable need to punish him.

Looking down the hall, I see the bathroom door hanging open a little.

“Follow me,” I say leading the way. “On your knees. Crawl like the dog you are!” I order him.

He grins at me, totally enthralled. “Woof, woof!” he barks.

He falls on all-four crawling behind me as we head to the bathroom.

Inside, I slam the door shut and bolt it down for privacy. I check the stalls in the bathroom. It’s totally empty.

“Fuck, you are going to be my undoing!” I mutter under my breath. His dick is already bulging through his pants.

“Stay! Be a good dog!” I command him. He stays on his knees, tongue out like a dog.

I take a couple of steps back from him, and pulled my panties down slowly while holding his gaze.

I enter the bathroom stall, leaving the door open so he could see me. I stand over the toilet, urinating. Loudly.

His eyes widen. He drools hungrily watching my stream fall into the toilet. His breathing intensifies.

“Please, let me!” he begs.

“Stay! Stay!” I order him.

I shower the toilet while he pines and groans and moans. When my urine finally runs to a stop, I strut out of the bathroom.

He is starting to sweat a little now. I touch his head, weaving my fingers through his hair.

He closes his eyes, moaning. Then, without warning, I yank his head back. Hard. He stifles a scream.

“You’re a worthless, useless, piece of shit. You are not even worth the dirt under my heels,” I curse at him.

Each word makes him gasp. I pull his hair harder. He swallows the pain.

“What did you think would happen here? Did you think I’d leave my fiancé for you? You don’t even deserve to be seen with me. You are nothing! Nothing!” I press on.

His body jerks hard. He is feral. He reaches for his dick.

“Don’t even think about it. Did I give you permission for that?” I snarl at him.

He withdraws his hand instantly. “No, mistress.”

“Good, then don’t. Kneel there and suffer!” I say, pulling his hair harder. A small moan escapes his mouth.

I put my heels in his groin area, feeling his hard dick. A small smile curves my lips. He is rock hard.

“You’re a pervert. A weak, pathetic slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, mistress. Yes, I am.”

I grip his jaws, raising his face. His eyes are a little wet. I want to see his tears spilling from every orifice. I press down hard on his groin with my heels.

He groans. His yearning softens his face.

“Look at you. Look how needy and weak you are.”

I gather my spit in my mouth. “Open up!” I snap.

He widens his mouth immediately without a word of protest.

I spit into his mouth. Long strings of sticky saliva connecting from my mouth to his filthily.

He gobbles it up, desperate for more.

His ragged breath making my pussy sticky. My skin prickles.

I want his lips on my pussy. But not yet. Not before he begs for it. Not before he is almost dying for it.

“Get on your face and lick my heels,” I order him instead.

He falls on his face, immediately. He runs his tongue along my heels, taking up all the dirt, dust. He doesn’t give a fuck.

He wipes my heels clean with his tongue. Licking, ravishing, sucking like a good dog.

He traipses up my thighs, trying to lick up my legs. I snatch my legs away.

He chases after me for a second, mouth agape, tongue out.

“Sorry, mistress!” he whimpers when I deny him.

His rock-hard dick grabs my attention for another moment. He is cupping his balls, begging to be released with his eyes.

A naughty thought occurs to me. “You don’t deserve to be released. You are going back to the table like this. Hard as hell.”

His mouth gapes in shock. “I can’t.”

His dick is protruding through the fabric of his pants. I’d kill to see him walk through the restaurant with a hard-on.

“Too bad for you then, doctor!” I tease.

I head out of the bathroom, down the hallway and into the restaurant where Joe’s already gulping down the food.

“Where the hell were you? How long does it take to use the bathroom? And where’s my dad?” Joe wants to know.

I settle down. “I don’t know where your dad is. And I was touching up my makeup, okay? Sorry I wasn’t fast enough for you.”

Joe slams the fork on the table. “I swear to God, Avery, don’t embarrass me in front of my dad!”

I smile at him deviously. “Oh, sweetie, but I’d never dream of it!”

I pick up my fork to eat while Joe eyes me suspiciously. My heart is racing. I am afraid he might notice.

I tap my feet restlessly on the floor, waiting for Gideon.

Within the next five minutes, he appears dripping wet with cold water. His entire body is shivering which draws attention away from the bulge in his pants.

Joe springs up to meet him halfway. “Dad, what happened?”

“Oh, nothing serious, honey, I had a minute accident in the kitchen while trying to order your special oysters. I’m fine. I think I just need to get home.”

“We’ll drive you home. You are in no condition to drive,” Joe says.

He whips out his wallet to pay for the meal. Gideon stops him. “It’s fine, I already took care of it.”

We head out of the restaurant, Joe holding his dad. He puts him in the backseat of his car.

“Dad, where’s your car key? Give them to Avery. She’ll follow us in your car and bring yours home!” Joe says, heading for the driver’s seat.

For a brief second, I am alone in the back with Gideon as he hands over the keys.

Our fingers brush, setting fire to my skin once again.

He leans forward and whispers in my ears: “You have no idea how much I love being degraded by you!”