Debt of Desire Chapter 5: Public Walk of Shame

Cami stood in the middle of the living room. Naked. Fresh from the shower. Skin still warm and damp. Elias had dried her himself—slow towel strokes over her breasts, her stomach, between her legs—until she was trembling again.

He handed her a small pile of clothes. Not much.

Black lace thong. Thin. Barely there.

A short black skirt. Tight. Ending mid-thigh.

A white silk blouse. Sheer enough that her nipples would show if the light hit right. No bra.

Black heels. High. Strappy.

And a thin silver choker. Simple. But heavy around her neck.

“Put them on,” he said.

She dressed quick. The thong slid between her folds, already damp from the morning. The skirt hugged her ass. The blouse clung to her skin where it was still wet. Nipples poked against the silk. Visible.

He stepped close. Fastened the choker. Fingers lingering on her throat.

“This stays on,” he said. “Always when we’re out. Reminder.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He looked her over. Nodded once. Satisfied.

“We’re going out.”

Her stomach dropped. “Out? Like… outside?”

“Yes.” He picked up his keys. “Lunch. Then a walk. You’ll behave.”

She glanced at the windows. The city right there. People everywhere.

“But… the blouse. It’s see-through.”

“I know.”

He took her hand. Led her to the elevator.

The ride down was quiet. Her heart hammered. Every floor ding made her jump.

Lobby. Glass doors. Sunlight pouring in.

He walked ahead. She followed half a step behind. Head down a little. Trying not to draw eyes.

But she did.

A man in a suit glanced twice. A woman with a coffee cup stared. The doorman smiled polite but his eyes dipped to her chest.

Heat flooded her face. And lower.

They stepped onto the sidewalk. Busy street. People rushing. Cars honking.

Elias slipped his hand to the small of her back. Guided her. Firm. Possessive.

“Walk normal,” he said low. “Don’t hide.”

She tried. Chin up. Shoulders back. But every step made the thong shift against her clit. Every breeze lifted the skirt just enough to tease. The silk rubbed her nipples raw.

They walked two blocks. Past shops. Past cafés. Past groups of people who looked. Whispered.

At a crosswalk, they stopped.

A man beside them stared openly at her chest. Elias noticed.

He slid his hand down. Cupped her ass. Squeezed. Right there in the open.

Cami gasped. Soft.

The man looked away fast.

Elias leaned to her ear. “You’re mine. Let them see.”

The light changed. They crossed.

Next stop: a small park. Benches. Trees. People eating lunch.

He led her to a bench near the path. Sat. Pulled her down beside him. Close. Thigh to thigh.

“Spread your legs,” he said quiet.

She froze.

“Here?”

“Yes.”

People walked by. Joggers. Dog walkers. Kids laughing somewhere far off.

She parted her thighs. Slow. Just enough. The skirt rode up. Thong visible if anyone looked close.

He rested his hand on her inner thigh. High. Fingers brushing the edge of the lace.

“Tell me how it feels,” he said.

“Embarrassed,” she whispered. “Everyone can see… almost.”

“And?”

“Wet. Really wet. The thong is soaked.”

“Good.” His fingers slipped under the lace. Found her clit. Circled once. Slow.

She bit her lip. Hard. To keep quiet.

A couple walked past. The woman glanced over. Saw his hand. Looked away quick. Blushing.

Elias didn’t stop. Rubbed her clit in tiny circles. Steady pressure.

Her breathing turned shallow. Hips rocking just a little.

“Sir…”

“Quiet.”

She nodded. Clenched her jaw.

He slid one finger inside her. Easy. She was dripping. Pumped slow. In and out. Thumb still on her clit.

She gripped the bench. Knuckles white.

A group of guys walked by. One looked. Stopped. Stared.

Elias met his eyes. Held them. Kept fingering her. Slow. Deep.

The guy swallowed. Walked faster.

Cami whimpered. Soft. Desperate.

“Close?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir… please…”

“Not yet.”

He pulled his hand away. Wet fingers glistening. He brought them to her mouth.

“Suck.”

She opened. Took his fingers in. Tasted herself. Salty. Sweet. Sucked clean.

He watched her. Eyes dark.

“Good girl.”

He stood. Offered his hand.

She took it. Legs shaky.

They walked again. Another block. To a quiet restaurant. Outdoor tables.

He chose one in the corner. Pulled her chair close to his.

The waiter came. Elias ordered for both. Steak. Salad. Wine.

While they waited, his hand went under the table. To her thigh. Pushed the skirt higher. Fingers back between her legs.

This time slower. Teasing. Keeping her right on the edge.

She gripped the tablecloth. Tried to look normal.

Food came.

He fed her bites. Fork to her lips. Made her open. Made her take it slow.

Between bites, his fingers worked her. Circling. Pressing. Never enough to finish.

She was shaking. Sweat on her upper lip. Nipples hard against the silk. Visible to anyone who looked.

“Sir… I can’t… much longer…”

“Beg,” he said low.

“Please let me come. Please. Right here. I’ll be quiet. I promise. Please, Sir.”

He studied her face.

Then he leaned in. Mouth to her ear.

“Come. Now.”

His fingers pressed hard on her clit. Rubbed fast.

She shattered. Silent this time. Body locking. Thighs clamping around his hand. Waves rolling through her. Quiet gasps. Eyes squeezed shut.

He kept his hand there. Gentle now. Letting her ride it out.

When she finally opened her eyes, the waiter was clearing plates. Pretending not to notice.

Elias pulled his hand away. Wiped it on the napkin. Calm.

“Finish your wine,” he said.

She did. Hands shaking.

He paid. Stood.

“Time to go home.”

They walked back. Slower this time. Her legs weak. Thong ruined. Skirt sticking to her thighs.

In the elevator up, he pressed her against the wall. Kissed her hard. Tongue deep. Hand between her legs again.

“You did well,” he murmured against her mouth. “Took it all. Let them see you’re mine.”

She moaned into the kiss.

The doors opened.

He carried her the last few steps. Set her on the couch.

“Strip,” he said.

She did. Fast.

Naked again. Choker still on.

He sat. Pulled her onto his lap. Facing him. Straddling.

His cock hard through his pants. Pressing against her.

“Tonight,” he said. “You taste me. Earned it.”

Her mouth watered.

“Yes, Sir.”

He smiled.

“On your knees.”

She slid down. Eager.

Eighty-seven days left.

And the shame outside only made the heat inside burn hotter.