Still a Thief

by Doreen DeSalvo

  Her lips were parted, moving as she panted for breath, but he didn’t give a damn.

  “Pepper on your salad, ma’am?”

  She looked up at Jake, a tentative gesture of trust that made his chest swell.

  He released her clit from the vise of his fingers and dipped lower, gathering wetness to smear over the hard little bud he’d been abusing. “You can answer him.”

  Her cheeks blazed, and she didn’t look up from her plate. “No, thank you.”

  If the waiter was puzzled by Kate asking Jake’s permission to answer him, Jake didn’t notice. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her face, glistening with a thin film of sweat, her lipstick all but gone from the way she’d been biting her lips.

  It seemed like it took forever for the waiter to leave. When they were alone with their horny audience of two, Jake put her hand back on his dick. “I didn’t tell you to stop touching me, Kate.”

  She licked her lips. “I’m sorry.”

  “I’ll punish you later.” Not too much later, though ‑‑ he already had an idea for it.

  She obediently squeezed his hardness, but her flaring nostrils and the way her eyes stayed on her food told him she was hungry.

  His right hand was buried in her pussy, but he couldn’t eat left-handed. When his fingers withdrew she looked up at him, her face a picture of pure surprise ‑‑ and maybe a little disappointment.

  He switched hands quickly, fondling her a little awkwardly with his left hand, but still effectively enough to make her whimper and spread her legs a wider. With his right hand, he took his fork and speared a shrimp from her salad, then lifted it to her mouth.

  Her lips parted like a baby bird’s, closing over the fork in total trust. After waiting for her to swallow, he said, “Take a sip of water now.”

  When she reached for the glass, her hand shook. But she obediently lifted it and took a sip, her eyes burning into his. “Thank you.”

  “That’s one.” He glanced at the shallow bowl in front of her. A dozen or so large shrimp steamed on top of a heaping bed of romaine, shreds of parmesan cheese melting against them. “I’ll feed you eight shrimp, Kate. Exactly eight shrimp, and all the lettuce you want.”

  She bit her lip. Thinking of a protest? Between her legs, he bent one finger and pressed the knuckle against her clit.

  Her hips bucked. “Yes.”

  Feeding her like this was awkward, but worth it. She didn’t murmur a protest as he speared lettuce and shrimp into her mouth, keeping the other hand busy between her legs. Her own hand tugged feverishly at his cock through his chinos, pressing the zipper against him until he ached for a good, strong hand job.

  He took bites of his fish in between feeding her, but didn’t taste a thing. His focus was on the heat of her cunt in his hand, the scent of her arousal perfuming the fingers that held the fork. Every time she took a trusting bite from his hand, he wanted to pound his chest like Tarzan.

  Shit, he’d lost count of the shrimp. Must be close to eight by now. Besides, he was bored with feeding her. He put down the fork and took her hand off of his cock. The guys at the next table were lingering over coffee, any pretense at conversation abandoned, their eyes glued to Kate.

  “Time for your punishment.”

  When she took a deep breath and held it, her breasts lifted, displaying her cleavage. “All right.”

  Was she bracing herself for another clit pinch? He rubbed it back and forth with the tip of one finger, just to keep her guessing.

  “Pull your shirt down. Show your naked breast to the guys at the next table.”

  Her mouth gaped open. Would she dare to refuse?

  He stopped rubbing her pussy, fingers braced against her threateningly. “Do it. Don’t give me any lip. You know you’ll lose.”

  When her fingers lifted to the top of her shirt, they were shaking. Brave girl. She closed her eyes and tugged down the lacey trim at the top of her shirt, until the edge of her areola peeked out. More than he’d ever imagined she’d show.

  Pride made him smile. He pressed a finger inside her, going deep enough to feel the blunt edge of her cervix. “I guess that’s enough. For now.”

  Her gaze met his, glinting with green fire. A challenge?

  Suddenly she pulled down her top until her entire breast was exposed. As he watched, spellbound, one of her perfectly manicured nails flicked the nipple back and forth. He couldn’t have been more surprised if she’d danced naked on the table.

  “Let me suck your cock, Jake. Right here.”

  Chapter Ten

  She felt like another woman, a doppelganger, a nymphomaniac had taken control of her body. She sat here in a public restaurant, proudly tweaking her own nipple to aching hardness, while the two businessmen at the next table gaped at them like clients at a peep show.

  And she wasn’t even blushing. Not much.

  The shocked look on Jake’s face was worth it. Did he think he had all the power in this domination scenario? Hah. At her invitation to suck him, he looked like he’d been struck dumb. His fingers froze to a dead stop between her thighs, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her bared breast.

  Under the cover of the tablecloth, she tugged at the top of his cock. Batting her eyelashes, she tried to whisper demurely. “Wouldn’t it please you to have me suck your cock while those men watch?”

  His throat moved with a visible swallow. “Not right now.”

  Still pretending he was in control? That was OK by her. He could pretend as much as he wanted, as long as she got to climax. Preferably without being arrested. Public fondling was a little beyond her comfort zone ‑‑ just far enough to get her really excited. And she wanted him just as hot. Just as needy.

  She licked her lips and toyed with her water glass, tracing her fingertip slowly up the stem. “May I take a drink?”

  He nodded.

  When she lifted the glass to her lips, she deliberately licked along the rim. His chest moved up and down against her arm as his breath came in deep, almost audible gasps.

  Her sex was throbbing and soaking wet in his palm. Damn it, move your fingers.

  She bounced a little, jiggling her breast and pushing her privates further into his hand. He blinked and started strumming her rhythmically. Oh, yes. Amazing how easily he found her sweet spot. In another minute she’d climax, audience or not. The cool air of the restaurant on her breast, the scratching pain of her fingernail on her nipple, the teasing rub of his fingers on her aching clit…she’d come in a minute.

  “Not yet, baby.”

  The words were a threat. She bit her lip hard. If she climaxed too soon, he’d win. He’d prove how much he controlled her.

  “Not yet,” he repeated, more sternly.

  His fingers felt like a brand, fiery hot and focusing all sensation to a burning point of need.

  She whimpered, then gave a little moan. Putting on a show for him, for their audience. It felt good to let the noise out. Jake’s massive shoulders blocked most of her view, but she knew they were there, watching. Watching her turn into a ravening, sex crazed submissive for the handsome man beside her. She thrust her breast out further, making sure they could see it around Jake’s torso.

  A wicked tongue snaked along the outer edge of her ear, his breath raising goosebumps. “Maybe I’ll invite those guys over,” he whispered. “Let them run their hands all over you.”

  No way. One thing she knew about Jake Monroe ‑‑ he didn’t share his toys. She was certain of it. Even so, the fantasy drove her excitement to a fever pitch. She pictured the scene…Jake would wave his free hand, urging the men over. They’d slide chairs close to sit on her other side, greedy eyes devouring her near nakedness. Maybe they’d shove the table out of the way to make room to sit in front of her. One of them would push her hand off her chest, pull both breasts free of her camisole, strum his thumbs over her nipples…lower his head to suck hard on one…use his tongue to rub the aching point against the sharp edge of his teeth. She pulled it hard between he
r fingers, imagining.

  “You’d do it if I told you to. You’d sit here and take another man’s finger in your cunt.” He thrust a finger deep into her body, as if picturing it himself. “If I wanted you to, you’d beg him for it.”

  Her mouth went dry. Even if it was just a fantasy, the image set her heart racing. Three men touching her, stroking her, desiring her.

  A second finger joined the first, stretching her open. “Would you like a stranger’s hand on this hungry pussy, baby?”

  He curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot, stimulating her clit from inside. Her hips jerked in response.

  Jake growled in her ear. “He’d get on his knees and crawl under the table. Eat you while the rest of us watched.”

  Too much, this was too much. “Please, Jake. Please let me come. I’m begging you.”

  “It gets you hot, huh? Another man licking you while I watch?”

  She whimpered and nodded.

  “Yeah, you’d like that. You’d like to come on his face under the tablecloth.” He twisted his fingers inside her, stretching her wide, hitting erogenous spots with every knuckle. “And then I’d have to punish you.”

  Yes, he would. She nodded, playing along. “I know.”

  “I’d spank you. Not on your ass, though. You like that too much.” He lowered his lips to her ear and panted into the sensitive opening. “I’d have to slap you on this soft, sensitive pussy.”

  Ooh, that would hurt. Would it hurt good, though? Jake made everything hurt so good.

  “I’d make you lean back in the chair and spread your knees wide,” he crooned. “You’d know a hard slap was coming. A hard slap right here.” His fingers withdrew slowly, almost making her cry out with the loss. Little touches grazed her clit, so softly, too softly. Way too softly. “You’d dread it. But in the end you’d beg me for it.”

  Over the thundering blood in her ears, voices registered from the entryway. Her breath caught. Oh, no. The waiter? Was the waiter coming in? Yanking her hand off of Jake’s crotch, she used both hands to hurriedly tuck her breast back into her shirt.

  Under the tablecloth, Jake’s fingers kept moving. Strumming, stroking, circling her clit in a maddening rhythm. She put a hand over her mouth to stifle her moans. Maybe the waiter would think she was sick or something.

  His fingers sped up, furiously tweaking her clit back and forth. “Come for me, baby. Come right now.”

  Now? Her eyes went wide. He couldn’t mean it. But his tone had that commanding edge, the one that always got her heart hammering, and his eyes were flinty. Dead serious.

  “Come now, before the waiter sees.” Jake pinched her clit, rolling it delicately between his fingers. “Or do you want him to see?” He nuzzled the hair away from her ear and bit the lobe, hard enough to send an electric jolt through her chest. “Do you want him to see what a horny little slut you are?”

  The husky words, the pressure on her aching clit, were all she needed. She nearly choked with the effort to strangle an orgasmic scream. Her torso jolted with the power of her climax, fierce satisfaction radiating out from his fingers, her hips jogging on the seat to wring more pleasure from the unbearable tension on her clit. She pressed her butt into the chair, trying to restrain the shudders that racked her body from the inside.

  Dizziness fogged her brain, her head light from holding her breath, holding in her moans. Her face, her whole body, burned with the release of desire. She didn’t care who saw, who knew. All that mattered was the sensual curve of Jake’s lips, the pleasure glowing on his face, the pride shining in his eyes.

  Her orgasm felt like a gift to him.

  He patted her spasming pussy like he’d pet a favorite pet. “Atta girl.”

  She was still shuddering with aftershocks when the waiter’s torso entered her line of vision. “All finished?”

  She almost laughed. To cover, she picked up her napkin, hands shaking, and dabbed at the moisture on her lips, her forehead. She barely managed a nod. Nothing would make her meet his gaze.

  “Yeah, take ’em. Bring the check as soon as you can.” Jake answered calmly, commandingly, as though nothing untoward had happened.

  As if he hadn’t just shaken the foundation of her whole world.

  What kind of woman let a man fondle her to orgasm in a restaurant?

  The kind of woman Jake Monroe wanted.

  When he’d called her a slut, she’d enjoyed it. She’d wanted to prove just how nasty she could be. All for him.

  His hand slid off, dragging wetness over her thigh. It seemed impossible to look away from his deep brown eyes. He put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his palm, curving his fingers directly underneath his nose. The tip of his tongue ran over his fingertips. Smelling her, tasting her. But he didn’t smile. He didn’t look pleased at all.

  “Jake?” Her throat went tight after that single word.

  He patted her cheek with damp fingers. “That was a good first step, baby.” His tone made her feel like a schoolgirl instead of a woman. And God help her, she loved the feeling. “But I have more in store for you tonight.”

  More? What more could he possibly do to her?

  Across the room, the two men who’d watched her climax stood and left. At least she wouldn’t have to walk past their smirking faces. How embarrassing that would have been.

  Without her blood pounding in her ears, the waiter’s footsteps were easy to hear. He set the check down with a quick, “Take your time.”

  Jake reached for the plastic folder.

  “Let me ‑‑”

  His vicious glare cut her off. “No.” He pulled the folder closer to his elbow, then leaned over and picked her purse up from the floor and set it on her lap. “Is the butt plug in here?”

  She hadn’t remembered to leave it at home. “Yes.”

  “Good.” His tone was firm, his eyes unwavering. “Go into the bathroom and put it in your tight little ass. Then meet me in the lobby.”

  Like a puppet, she stood and smoothed down her stretchy skirt. Her thighs trembled; she’d been forcing them open for an hour, or so it seemed. Walking carefully on her heels, she went toward the ladies’ room.

  At least Jake had given her permission to use the bathroom.

  Good lord. She stopped in her tracks and leaned one hand on the velvet-flocked wallpaper in the hallway. Given her permission?

  Letting him boss her around in a sexy way was one thing, but if she wasn’t careful, Jake would take over control of her most intimate acts.

  The next thought made her heart skip a beat. At the rate she was going, she’d encourage him to do it. If he thought she was some timid little submissive who couldn’t keep up with his desires, he had another thing coming.

  Chapter Eleven

  For the first time in seven years, Jake craved a cigarette. He thrust a shaking hand through his hair, even though it was cut too short to fall into his eyes. What the hell was he doing to Kate? When she’d offered to suck his cock at the table, he’d almost come in his pants.

  Sure, she might have been bluffing.

  Or she might have been willing.

  He’d been tempted to make her do it. Shove her face into his lap and stare hard at the two men across the room, letting them watch while her blonde head moved up and down, not even remotely concealed by the tablecloth. Reveling in the envy and lust growing in the men’s eyes while she sucked him to heaven. He’d have kept a hand on her ass the whole time…managed to find a way to wriggle a finger into her asshole, felt her cry out around his cock. Only the thought of getting arrested for indecent exposure had stopped him.

  Someday, in similar circumstances, he’d do it. If the fantasy was this good, the reality was going to be a hundred times better.

  But would it be good for Kate? Or would it be the last straw, the act that sent her running from him? Would she feel excited, or humiliated…humiliated at submitting to a guy like him?

  He’d always been a demanding lover. Dominant, even. He enjoyed holding a
woman’s wrists over her head, fantasizing about tying her up and wielding sexual power over her. Until now, it had almost all been in his head.

  Until Kate.

  He’d never spanked a woman before, never ass-fucked a woman before…never commanded a woman before. Before Kate, those had been nothing but fantasies. With her elegant profile, stunning body, and the hint of resistance in her eyes, Kate shifted all of his domineering thoughts into high gear. He could see himself forcing her to do unbelievably kinky things ‑‑ in public.

  Would he be forcing her, though? When she’d licked her water glass and offered to suck him off for their audience, she hadn’t looked at all like herself. She’d looked like the classiest whore he’d ever imagined. Better than a whore, because he wasn’t paying her to let him finger her under the table. She was doing it to please him.

  She appeared in the hallway that led to the restrooms, a secret smile on her lips. The kind of smile that told him, I have a butt plug up my ass, and I can’t wait for your cock to be there. With every step she took, her full breasts swayed and jiggled under the skimpy little shirt.

  His mouth went dry. God yes, he wanted to dominate her. To fuck her from here to forever, until she begged him never to stop. When she moved closer, he saw a wet spot on the silk of her top, right over her nipple. Must be from when he’d rubbed her own saliva over her breast.

  He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her to the car. Good thing he’d made her park in the far corner of the lot. For what he was about to do, he didn’t want an audience. The driver’s side was against a high brick wall, the back of a warehouse of some kind, and there weren’t any other cars parked within twenty feet of hers.

  When she opened the door, she didn’t get in. Even under these dim lights, he could see that her cheeks were a little flushed. “I, uh, can’t sit down like this.”

  With the butt plug in her ass, of course she couldn’t sit. The flared base must stick out at least an inch, maybe two. She looked so demure, her eyes lowered and head bent forward. No one would ever guess she’d just put a butt plug in her ass to please an ex-con.