The meal came just after Sir allowed her to close her blouse; all but the last 4 buttons at the top. The waiter’s eyeballs slid right into the deep cleft there, before he gathered himself and served their food. Her face flamed, and Sir smiled.
They lingered over wine, the conversation whizzing around and over her. She felt loose, slutty, wanton. She was horny as hell. Public displays were humiliating–and a total turn on for her. Each time she tightened her anus, her pussy clenched.
She wanted fucking.
“Scootch over here, slut, and lean your elbows on the table.”
Thinking that two Doms at the table had all but forgotten her was a deep miscalculation, she realized. It took a moment for her to obey him, to realize what he was going to do. His finger pressed at her bottom, finding its way along the cleft of her ass. It pushed against the tight ring there. Instinctively, she resisted the pressure.
“Yield to me,” he whispered in a tone more like a growl than a request.
Not wanting to do something so open in public, not wanting to do it in front of another man, another person at all–all of that wanting was pressed deeply inside of her. He’d trained her to be obedient, but not a doormat. Still, there was another dominant present and she didn’t want her dom to be looked at as substandard. Wanting to resist was part of the allure; obeying was the necessity.
Her anus relaxed just a fraction. His finger slid inside.
“Juicy,” he said, pulling the digit from her. Indeed, the skin at the tip was shiny.
“Sir,” she hissed, reaching new levels of embarrassment.
He wiped his finger on her thigh, and laughed.
“Your face–” he laughed, unable to continue.
“She’s entertaining. And obedient. I wondered if she was going to defy you there…but I see she really is as good a submissive as you’ve told me. Watching the struggle on your face was beautiful. My cock is hard as a rock, watching that. Knowing that you wanted to refuse–yet didn’t. Perhaps you couldn’t make yourself refuse. No fussing, no whining, though you’ve been shades of red that I never knew existed.”
His hand stroked down her cheek, cupping her chin. His eyes were as much a part of his magnetism as his voice. She looked at him, felt a connection to him that she’d only ever felt with Sir. There’d been dominants in her past, but none like Sir. And none like this man.
“I think we should have dessert.”
She was shocked that the words came out of her very own mouth.
“But not here. If Sir approves. We have fixings for ice cream sundaes at home.”
His smile gave her pleasure.
“I have an interesting way to serve it,” said Sir, his tone wicked.
Her blush was one of heat.
“It will melt…” she half-protested, turning her gaze back to Sir.
“Oh, I’m counting on it. But before it melts, it will be very cold. And hot fudge sauce can be so hot. Such a nice juxtaposition of temperatures can be very….”
“Interesting,” responded his boss. He tossed some bills on the table, and slid out. “I’m very much looking forward to this dessert.”
Sir pinched her bottom as she slid out.
“You keep that shut tight now, slut.”
She clenched, then let out a little moan. More turned on by the verbal foreplay than she’d ever been before, she could hardly wait to get home.