Page 112 of Enthrall Ecstasy
My adrenaline spiked. It felt like the rush you get before the roller coaster thrusts you down the first drop at a million miles per hour.
Glancing at their table settings, I could see they hadn’t ordered their food yet.
The woman beside him stared back with curiosity. I weighed the chance she was about to throw her drink at me.
Or worse.
Far fucking worse.
I’d deserve it, too.
Leaving was an option. Walking away and waiting for Shay to join me outside. I had no idea where we were. We’d driven here with me blindfolded. I could be in the Hollywood Hills or somewhere in West Hollywood.
Someone might take a photo.
I’d never be able to return to this restaurant again.
Or even the planet.
I glanced around.
No one was looking my way.
I reached for Brando’s glass and brought it to my lips, taking a delicate sip. He stared at me, not reacting. Up close his rare beauty was disarming, and hers was too. She had elegant features—high cheekbones and full lips. Gold eye shadow complemented her warm brown eyes.
Should I say something?
Ask his permission? Ask hers?
Offer myself?
The rush I was feeling was heady.
Hell, I’d come this far.
I sank onto my hands and knees and crawled beneath the table, my heart pounding with panic. Yet some part of me felt this was as natural as breathing.
My master had ordered it—therefore it would be done.
Underneath the table, I crawled closer to him, resting my hands on his knees, hoping he didn’t kick me.
He widened his legs, causing me to pause.This was happening.
Kneeling between his open thighs, I reached for his zipper, prepared for when his hands came down fast on mine to stop me.
When that didn’t happen, I slid his zipper down—again, expecting a reaction. I expected that woman to kick me away, or at least scream at me.
She was the ultimate threat to this intimate moment, and she deserved to be. This was her man, and I was doing the unthinkable.
At that moment, I hated Shay for putting me through this.
As though rising from a dream, I became aware of the chattering guests around us and the sound of cutlery clanking against dishes—the normal sounds of a busy restaurant. I heard no sounds indicating someone had caught me in the act.
That couldn’t be possible.
Yet Brando was seemingly willing to let me take liberties.
Reaching into his pants, I drew his cock out and explored his length, admiring his girth, feeling him grow hard at my touch.
