Page 117 of Enthrall Ecstasy
What I was about to say would either rock his world or destroy mine.
I was about to become the centerpiece.
What if passers-by peered in through the wide window? Being blindfolded had meant I’d been unable to see if it was two-way glass.
I tried to read the expression of the one I was meant to impress, and looked to his friends for a clue that would give away if they’d been expecting me. They merely offered looks of curiosity.
I glanced over at Shay to see if he was about to leap out of the booth and stop me—or if he looked pleased at how far I’d taken this.
He gave a nod.
Oh, God, I’m going to do this.
Reaching for my hem, I lifted it up, slowly at first, and then raised it higher. Each of them had a clear view of my pussy. I squeezed the Ben Wa balls tight within me as though it would help. It didn’t—it merely sent me reeling with arousal.
This was exhilarating.
I glanced around the restaurant to see if anyone was watching. Then I saw my reflection in the mirror—my skirt hoisted around my waist revealing everything. I looked pretty, but oh so slutty.
The room fell still.
A few guests turned our way.
Just breathe…
Heady from the champagne gifted by Brando, heady from this exposure, I tried to read the faces at the table before me—looking for a sign that I had gone too far.
“Look at me,” said the one with the tattooed hand.
Which was a favorable response, I suppose, though I had nothing to compare it to. No point of reference for how things should go when doing something like this.
“Dessert, sir,” I said, offering myself.
“My favorite,” he said huskily.
My sex tingled with surging pleasure and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
If I was breaking any laws, then so be it. I was beyond caring at this point. I was about to shock the entire room. All I knew was this exquisite sensation from showing this stranger everything I had to offer.
A woman’s voice said, “She’s beautiful.”
Someone else approved.
“Raise your hem higher.”
When I obeyed, the man’s tattooed hand reached for my clit, flicking it. That’s all he did, rested a fingertip upon that small bud and rubbed it fast.
It hardened beneath his touch.
I felt a jolt of arousal off the charts, causing it to swell and throb. I glanced down, realizing I’d leave his finger wet.
“Is that nice?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then I think you’ll like this.” He nestled his head between my thighs and began devouring my pussy with his feverish mouth.
I felt another shock of pleasure between my folds, a lightheadedness that caused me to swoon, caused my legs to tremble. My body was alight with the sensations of him ravishing me.
