Forty Nine

“I’m sorry?” I ask, not believing he just dared me to touch myself right here, with him sitting in front of me and in public. He must be joking.

“I said I want you to touch yourself, Robyn, right here and now. And don’t hold back your moans, I want to listen to how you feel when you pleasure yourself. And you have less than three minutes to cum.”

This is a joke, right? I stare at his blue eyes for any proof of whether he's joking or not, but there is none. He’s actually not joking.

“What if I fake an orgasm?”

“I’ll know. You will show me proof.”

“You can’t be serious, Dominique, I could get caught.”

“Then try not to get caught. Or you could always back down.”

“And let you win?”

“Then this will be an easy fit for you then.” Dominique smirks at me.

Nobody knows this but I get turned on by the idea of getting caught when I’m doing something erotic in a public place. As much as this is crazy, the idea of getting caught is like my personal stimulant. I could actually have sex in a public b