Page 113 of Enthrall Ecstasy
Heart racing, face flushed and body trembling, I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue around the head of his bulging erection, licking around his rim and feeling him swelling in my mouth.
Oh, my God. I was doing this in public.
My pulse was beating so fast it made me dizzy.
I took him deeper into my mouth until he was at the back of my throat, until all I knew was this—everything else had disappeared.
I’d obeyed my master.
Doing as he’d asked felt delicious.
My pussy throbbed with pleasure. If I touched myself, I knew I’d be wet.
But that had not been the order.
The command from my master was to have this stranger climax, to come in my mouth and not cease until that had been achieved.
Perfecting the rhythm, I was taking him as far as I could go, feeling his tip bash against my throat, sighing when he gripped my hair and controlled my pace. He was encouraging me to finish this rare gift, to go faster; wanting more from me, more ofthis.
Conscious of the timeframe, I sped up.
Head bobbing, I felt grateful for the partial shield of the tablecloth.
The shuddering of his legs hinted he was close, a small groan as he edged toward bliss. His rich cologne invaded my nostrils; a heady scent of masculinity and something else. Something expensive.
“Don’t spill a drop,” said his girlfriend, her voice as soft and smooth as velvet, anointing me with permission.
This made me shudder with arousal and I was flooded with a stark joy that caused my flesh to ignite.
She wanted this for him, too.
Brando became rigid against me, his thigh muscles firm, and then I felt a slight tremble run through him. Using my hand in unison with my mouth, I aimed to deliver the best blow job he’d ever experienced, sucking so hard I’d send him into oblivion.
Accepting everything he gave me, I drank him down, swallowing as the warmth flowed and flowed until I’d drained him until his thighs ceased their trembling.
I wiped my mouth, hands shaking as I began to come down from my adrenaline rush. I’d pleased him. Pleased them both.
Gently and respectfully, I returned Brando’s cock to his pants and zipped him back up.
Preparing to face all those people who might have caught the wayward guest doing the unthinkable, I eased out from beneath the tablecloth and stood, taking a look around.
No one was staring at me.
Diners continued their conversations, continued to savor their food seemingly unaware of the erotic scene that had played out in their midst.
Brando gave me a nod of approval, his soft smile hinting he was more relaxed, having been given the ultimate sensual gift. The beauty by his side played with the hair at his nape. She gazed at him with adoration in her eyes. Having allowed me to perform this for him, it was as though she had shared in the sensual performance.
This could have been a gift to him from her.
The intimacy between all three of us felt pure.
“Well done,” young Brando said huskily. “I’ll have a bottle of champagne sent over.”
“Thank you, sir.”
I walked back over to Shay with my head held high.
With a nod, he invited me to sit beside him again.
