Page 115 of Enthrall Ecstasy
“Sure about that?”
What I’d done for him had left me needy and wanting, my sex wet and swollen. My thoughts carried me back to those intimate moments beneath the table, stirring me into a frenzy of quiet passion.
Shay expected me to eat a meal and sip champagne and continue as if nothing had happened.
“So that’s it?” I joked.
He opened his palm and there lay a pair of Ben Wa balls in the center of his hand.
“Put this in,” he said.
I was desperate for his touch, for his approval. For him to see my rebellion was merely me getting a reaction out of his cool demeanor.
I took the gift from him and lifted my hem, discreetly easing the balls inside me, using a fingertip to shimmy them in deeper. My fingers came away wet from my arousal. I used a napkin to wipe them.
Shay watched me. “How does that feel?”
“Really good,” I said, sinking into the sensation. “Thank you, sir.”
“Aroused?”
“Yes, sir,” I said breathlessly. “Of course.”
“Desperate to come?”
“Yes, Master.”
He looked toward the center of the room, at a table where four gorgeous men in tuxedoes sat having dinner. From the way they conversed, I could tell they were comfortable with each other. They were an intimidating collection of alphas oozing confidence.
“See the gentleman with the tattoo on his hand?”
“Do you know him?”
Oh, God.I sensed it before he spoke the words.
“Offer him dessert,” he said.
I smirked at Shay. “From the menu?”
“Not from the menu, no.”
My face blanched at his meaning. He meant me. I was dessert. More specifically, my pussy was on the menu.
“Can I invite him to the restroom?” I suggested.
“No, I wish to observe.”
My gaze snapped to the men, then back to my master.
If climbing beneath a table in a popular restaurant wasn’t daring enough, going over and doing what he was asking was impossible. “You’re setting me up to fail this time.”
He crossed his arms. “Or am I setting you up to fly?”
Even though I had fantasized about something like this, I couldn’t bring myself to leave the bathroom.
I’d been in here for five minutes.
Instead of stopping at the table, I’d walked by it to the restroom.
