Twisted Temptation
“You’ll get used to being spoiled… and owned.”
I bit my lip to stop the moan threatening to escape. His touch was slow, deliberate, making me drip for him right there in the restaurant. The dim lighting, the sound of clinking glasses and hushed chatter around us – it all felt surreal as his fingers slipped the fabric aside and brushed against my wet folds.
“Oh, fuck…” I whispered, my hips jerking against his hand involuntarily.
He grinned wickedly, moving his fingers in small, lazy circles over my clit. “You’re soaking, baby. Just from a few words and my touch? Such a good little slut.”