(Part 1 https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=33654&postid=12112 )
I was allowed to put my thong back on, or ordered to. He handed them to me, after he smelled them closing his eyes.
“They smell like you. I want them to smell like us. A testament to your slutiness.”
I fastened the sides and donned the trench coat. He wore a white dress shirt and black slacks. Holding the leash, he pulled me to him, sliding an arm around my waist as we walked. I was grateful for the extra support. My body continued to tremble, having him so near. It didn’t take long for those pink panties to soak through as my cunt still felt a lingering presence. Muscle memory was a fascinating thing.
I held fast to his arm as we rode the elevator to the main floor and made our way to the restaurant just off the lobby. The hostess led us to a booth towards the back of the restaurant. I could feel eyes falling on the chain leash. The heat in my face was probably glowing and I tightened my grip on Sir’s arm. I felt him chuckling, his breath playing across my ear. I shuddered.
“They all see that you’re mine.” His lips brushed the upper edge of my ear and my knees nearly gave way.
His arm tightened around my waist as he pulled me into the booth with him, onto his lap. My breath caught as I stared at him. He gazed at me for a moment before smiling up at our waitress. My eyes followed as I blushed.
“Can I get you two something to drink to start you off?” She asked, with a smile that curled at the corners. Maybe it was my lusty aura but the woman seemed wickedly amused with my situation.
Sir looked at me raising his brows.
“Water. With lemon. Please.” I spoke softly with a smile, hoping the tremble in my body would not be revealed.
“I’ll have the same. Thank you.”
He nodded to the waitress as she left, just as I felt his hand teasing my inner thigh. I inhaled sharply and he nuzzled my neck below my ear.
“Something wrong, slut?”
His fingers slid further up my thigh, just to that sensitive area where my thigh meets the pussy; tracing provocatively around the entrance underneath the damp panties. His teeth raked across my skin. My chest rose and fell rapidly.
“No, Sir” My words blew out on a quick breath as I panted.
In my ears, I could hear my heart pounding. Every nerve under my skin was at his mercy. The edges of my vision blurred. I didn’t even notice the waitress setting the water on the table so I tensed suddenly when I heard Sir say, “Thank you.” I blinked and gave a nervous laugh, just as she smiled and walked away again.
No sooner had she left, Sir’s fingers slid into my depths. Turning my head into his shoulder, my moan was only half stifled. His thumb rubbed in gentle circles on my clit, and my hand reached up to clutch his shirt.
“Oh fuck.” I gasped.
He smiled. His fingers continued to plunge into me, the middle finger curving back to stimulate the sensitive ridges with every pass.
“Have you thought about what you’d like to eat, my lovely little slut?” He nipped at my ear and my lips parted.
“N..no, Sir.” My mouth was dry from panting, so the words wheezed out.
The finger inside stopped moving and suddenly I felt his knuckles squeezing on my throbbing clit, rolling it back and forth, slowly.
“Oh!” I gasped out and turned my head into his shoulder again.
“Maybe you should look at the menu.” I felt his other hand on the back of my head, grab some hair, and turned my face away from his shoulder.
He held my face looking into my eyes; studying them. I held my breath. More clit squeezing. My eyebrows knitted together with growing frustration and his slow smile spread on his lips. Mine parted again as I glanced at his.
“Yes, Sir.” I choked out.
He breathed a kiss across my mouth and hissed, “Good girl.”
Fingers plunged deep into my cunt again, over and over. He turned my head toward the menu for me to look, and the moment he did, his teeth sank into my neck; lips sucking the skin.
I could hardly see straight and let out a small cry at the back of my throat that I’m pretty sure was heard a few tables in every direction. I didn’t care. I wanted him. I ached to have him inside of me.
“I bet you want me to fuck you over this table, don’t you, slut?” He knew.
I nodded and he removed his fingers. He brought my hand to him. My whole body shuddered. He was so hard. His eyes held mine.
“As soon as we order and have our dinner, the sooner we can have our dessert, my slut.”
Just then the waitress was standing there, pen in hand.
“Are you lovebirds ready to order?”
tbc
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