by Aidy Award
Ilario wasn’t the same since Gray and I had gotten back together and I’d ended the harem. I hoped to find him a new mistress when we opened the club.
I loved that Gray had given him a purpose again. I wish I knew what that purpose was and that I’d been in on it too.
Gray’s phone buzzed with his text ringtone. He glanced at the screen, stabbed a few buttons and shoved his phone back in his pocket.
“Ilario has a lead for us on our permitting problems. Come on, we’re going to dinner.”
Ooh. Gray was so smart. No one would suspect sweet Ilario of doing any spying or investigating. He was too innocent looking, but I knew better. Sweet but wicked.
“Wait, what’s the lead?”
Gray grabbed my hand and half dragged me to the car in one hell of a hurry. “I’ll fill you in when we get there.”
On the way to the restaurant my phone rang. I tried to answer, but Gray grabbed it before I could and shoved it in his pocket. But then his started ringing. It was hooked up to the Bluetooth in the car and I could see it was Cade calling.
I pushed the button on the console to answer before Gray could decline the call. “Hey Cade, what’s up?”
“Our permits were denied again, and in record time, I resubmitted this morning. I’ve made every damn change these pricks want and each time I resubmit they come up with something new.” Weeks of frustration came across in his voice.
“What was it this time?” This kind of crap was exactly why I was stressed. No amount of fun and serenity could tackle the damn permitting office.
“He wants me to apply for sign permits before he’ll approve the construction permits. Which is ridiculous.”
Gray put a hand on my thigh, calming me with his touch. Our day off had been great and I didn’t want it to be over. I sighed and tried to think of what to do next.
I got nothing.
Gray spoke up for me. “Cade. Thanks for all your hard work. You didn’t have to up and move out here to start your architectural firm and I appreciate all you’ve been doing.”
Cade sighed. “I’m where I am because of you guys, and I promised to design your club. I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
“Good. Now look. Everyone’s on edge. Take the night off, meet us at Linger for dinner. Bring your new girl, what’s her name, Jessie, and relax for a night.”
“I broke it off with Jessie.”
I rolled my eyes and gave a knowing glance to Gray. “Another one, Cade?”
“Yeah, yeah. What was I supposed to do? She wanted me to collar her.”
“I know a girl. I’ll call her and invite her. You’ll like her, I promise.” I’d met the plus-size model, Danica Chamonix, at a coffee shop downtown called the Mean Bean. I’d asked to share her table because, well, curvy girls gotta stick together. We got to chatting and I oh so stealthily mentioned that I was opening a club and gave her the membership pamphlet.
It was harder than I’d expected trying to talk to people about a BDSM club, but Lilly had convinced me having a brochure about our offerings would work since people didn’t have to say anything, but could sneak a look at it later. She’d been right.
Danica hadn’t been shy about her excitement and said she couldn’t wait for our grand opening.
“Thanks, but I think I’ll go out with the guys tonight. Dominic’s been raving about some girl he met at a goth club.”
At least my guys knew how to blow off steam. “Okay, but I demand you have fun.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s mistress to you.”
We hung up as Gray pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. I don’t know what they were cooking, but I was eating it tonight. Mmm.
The day away had done wonders for my appetite. Gray glanced around the restaurant, then went and whispered in the hostess’s ear. Her eyes went wide as the moon, she glanced over at me, and she bit her lip in a way that I knew all too well meant she was trying to hold back the skyrocketing sexual reaction to Gray and whatever he was saying to her. She just about melted into a puddle on the floor, and then she seated us right away.
I’d be jealous, except seeing his instant domination over that woman had my panties wet too, and he knew it.
“What did you say to that poor hostess?”
“I told her I needed this particular booth because I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”
“That’s all?”
“I also told her exactly what I planned to do to you in front of the entire restaurant if she didn’t seat us in the next two minutes.”
Didn’t that sound like a barrel of horny monkeys.
Our booth was next to a group of businessmen and I wondered if I could slip some of them the brochure. They looked like they could use some kinky sexy times to loosen up those business suits and ties.
We sat, and Gray ordered a bottle of wine right away. His hand slipped under the table and up my thigh, obviously intending to make good on his promise to the hostess and continue what he’d started earlier.
I glanced around at the patrons and wait staff to see if anyone noticed my hot lover had his hand between my thighs.
“You look a lot more relaxed now, love. I told you a day off was a good idea.”
I was about to tell him he was right when he swiped his thumb over my clit. My words came out as a squeak instead.
“Mmm. How long have you been wet for me, Angel?”
I cleared my throat. “Since you started this at coffee.”
“You should have told me. I could have found a supply closet or an empty office and eaten this pretty pussy of yours until you came.”
“Squeak.” Dammit, how was I supposed to get a word out when he was scissoring two fingers inside of me.
“You seem hot. Some ice might help. He pulled his fingers from me and grabbed an ice cube from the water glass on the table. Then he slid it between my thighs and touched it to my pussy lips.
I grabbed his arm and bit my lip to keep from crying out. “Gray, you are not making me come in this restaurant.”
“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” He swirled the ice cube across my skin then into my folds.
I whimpered and tightened my grip on his arm. “This is exactly why we need the club to open. What if someone sees?”
I was burning up, on fire. The ice melted leaving only Gray’s fingers. He circled my clit once, twice, three times before he answered.
“They might like it.”
I was getting close to coming and I wasn’t normally a quiet girl. “We’ll get kicked out.”
My protests were more about distracting myself than wanting Gray to stop the party in my pants. That bite of secret exhibitionism revved my motor as much as his.
Gray was careful about who and when and where people got to see me come, so this play now surprised me. But in a good way. He was relaxing his own guard again.
Those dangerous fingers of his swirled around and around my clit, then over it, up and down. “Then I’ll take you out to the car and—”
“Are you folks ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?” The waiter stood in front of our table, and I’m sure he glanced down to where Gray’s arm rested because his eyes went wide and instantly dark.
Gray chuckled. “The lady needs a few more minutes.”
“Yes, sir.” He turned and adjusted his pants as he walked away.
I gasped and bit back a moan. “You are naughty, Grayson.”
“I’m way past naughty. Now spread your legs so I can find your g-spot.”
Oh no.
I jammed my thighs together because there was something about the way Gray played with my g-spot that made me scream.
Loud.
He laughed and pushed two fingers inside of me anyway, crooking them, dancing across the most sensitive part of me. “This is only the beginning of what I have planned for you tonight.”
I shook my head, not daring to open my mouth. Much more of this and I was going to explode.
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The sooner you come, the sooner we can order. Once I take care of business, we can eat and go home. Then you can scream to your heart’s content while I fuck you.”
I closed my eyes and held a fist over my mouth.
“You’re going to come so many times tonight that there won’t be a stressed bone left in your body. Starting right now.”
My body tightened, I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
Gray leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “Come, Angel. Come for me.”
I grabbed the table making the silverware and glasses rattle and bit down on my lip. I came hard around Gray’s fingers, squeezing them, letting the orgasm wash over me.
At that exact moment, the table of businessmen beside us erupted into laughter.
Had they seen? Did they know I’d come all over Gray’s hand in the middle of the restaurant, and that I loved every minute?
Good Ole Boys
My head snapped around and looked at the men. They were slapping each other on the back and having a good old time.
Not as good as my time, but still. I grinned and turned back to see Gray waiting for me to look at him.
He removed his hand, licked one finger and then wiped up his hand on his napkin. “You are beautiful when you come.”
“You look like the fox who got into the hen house.”
He laughed. “I enjoyed that immensely. I am pleased you trusted me enough to let go.”
What a funny thing for him to say to me. “I always trust you.”
I kissed him to give my points some extra emphasis and tasted a bit of me on his lips. Our sweet and dirty moment was interrupted by another round of laughter from the suits.
I felt the heat rise up my neck and tingle on my cheeks. “You don’t think they know, do you?”
Gray leaned in and whispered. “They do. Why do you think they’re so happy?”
I gasped, and then saw the humor flashing through his eyes. “You’re mean to me.”
“Because we both like it when I am.”
Dear God, yes.
“Now, listen in to what the men in the booth next to us are talking about.”
Did he want to know if they had witnessed our fun?
I eavesdropped to see what they were laughing about. It certainly wouldn’t be as much fun or exciting as what Gray and I had been doing.
One of the men spoke. “You don’t have a scruple in your body. God, I wish I had that skill.”
Whoever he was talking to laughed. “No scruples gets me lots of cash.”
A third man piped in. “Unreportable of course.”
No scruples man continued his story. “Yeah, so then I told this noob his zoning was probably not right, and he would need to go to the next county commission meeting and apply for rezoning for the entire area.”
“Ah ha ha ha. No, you didn’t. After you told him to apply for a sign permit?”
“Yeah, these people have been chasing paperwork for weeks. The longer I can keep it up, the more cash this guy pulling the strings in New York puts in my pocket.”
“How they hell did you fall into this deal?”
Holy shit. They were talking about our club. They had to be. I looked back at Gray and he nodded. A dark anger flashed across his face.
We weren’t here by coincidence. Ilario’s lead and Gray’s mad warrior skills could only mean one thing.
These guys were gonna die. Unless I did something about it.
I jumped out of our booth and slid into theirs, making the man closest to the edge scoot with my booty-booty. “Hiya gents, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.”
Sure, now they go silent. “Oh, goodness, don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me.” I picked up one of the shot glasses on the table and downed the contents. Whoo. Tequila. That’ll get the blood flowing hot.
“They are, huh?” I recognized No-scruples voice. He eyed the glass and then me, and then my boobs.
The job of a Dominatrix was to give her subs pleasure, to anticipate their needs, and push their boundaries to give them what they needed most. I was about to use every psychological skill I knew to rope these boys in and dominate their brains out. Minus the sex of course. They could come to my club for that.
I licked the rim of the shot glass, nice and slow, letting each and every one of them watch and fantasize.
“You men seem to know how to go after and get what you want. I thought I might be able to make a deal with you too.” Oh, yes, I knew exactly how to play to these boys’ greatest weakness. I knew their kind because my father, my ex-fiancé, and all their buddies were exactly like them.
Men like this wanted one of two things: To think they were large and in charge, or to make everyone else think they were.
I wasn’t sure yet which way this guy swung. I’d try appealing to his dominant side first. “Wouldn’t you like to be in charge and be the boss?”
I put on my sexy damsel in distress don’t you want to take advantage of me persona. They fell for it hook, line, and kinky sinker.
Except for one. Unscrupulous himself. “I doubt you have what I want, honey.”
Gray stepped in front of the table, fists at his side, harnessed for now. “Oh, she has it alright. This woman will make dreams you didn’t even know you had come true.”
The men looked at Gray, then at me, then back at Gray again. “Yeah, right.”
“Don’t believe me? She has what I want so bad, I had my fingers between her legs, right here in the restaurant, making her come about two minutes ago and I’ve got the hard-on to prove it.”
Yep, sure enough Gray had a hell of a tent in the front of his pants. “Aww, babe. Is that a rocket launcher in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”
“I’d say rocket launcher, Jesus,” the man next to me whispered under his breath.
“She’s not my type. I don’t need a woman to boss me around.”
Ooh, them's fightin’ words. I knew better though. There would be no fighting tonight. Only submission. “I know more about what you need than you think.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, but I knew I had his attention.
“See, here’s the thing. Those permits you’re holding up? Those are for my club. My BDSM club. Aren’t they?”
At least the guy was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. The rest of the group at the table either shifted in their seats or became visibly more interested in this conversation. Maybe I’d slip a few brochures to them before we left.
“I don’t know what your money-man has offered you to keep my club’s permits in limbo, but I will pay you… let’s say, ten-thousand dollars to let them through, and another ten for telling me who’s been trying to keep me from opening.”
If Gray had sent Ilario back to the city and he’d garnered a tip there that led us to these dirty bureaucrats, I had a damn good idea who had decided to interfere in my life.
“Are you trying to bribe me?” He laughed. “You’re not even close, ya prissy cow.”
Gray tensed and I held up a hand to keep him from clobbering the guy. God, I loved him for wanting to.
I laid both hands on the table and pushed my way up, leaned over, full well knowing he could see straight down my dress to my black and pink lace shelf bra, and I stared the asshat down.
“You push through my permits, tell me who has been paying you, and take the god-damned money, or I’m going to crush your balls under my six-inch stiletto black leather boots and make you beg for more.”
He swallowed and I knew I had him.
“Because I see you, you little fucker. You act tough for all your friends, but I do know what you want, what you need.” I’d lowered my voice to a very dangerous whisper.
He scoffed and looked around at the rest of his crew for backup. “No, you don’t.”
“What you really want is for someone to lock that dick of yours that you think is too small in a chastity cage, sit on your face, spank your ass until it’s a nice hot pink and you're pleading to be pegged.”
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His face turned the color I’d described for his ass. “Fuck you, bitch.”
I smiled like he’d given me a compliment and sat back down, popping a cherry tomato from his plate into my mouth.
I let him squirm while I chewed and swallowed. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting any of that. Which is why as soon as you push my permits through and I can get my club constructed you can all have complimentary memberships and live out those fantasies.”
I pulled a card and a pen out of my bag, scribbled on the back and slid it across the table to him.
“Call me when you’re ready, but don’t keep me waiting.” I glanced at the rest of the men, winked at the one I’d been sitting next to, who sported his own hard on now, and moved out of the booth.
I took Gray’s hand. “I’m not hungry for anything but you. Take me home and take me to bed.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Gray wrapped an arm around me and tugged me in tight to his hip.
We walked through the restaurant, all eyes glued to us. The second we walked out the doors, Gray pushed me up against the wall and trapped me between the cage of his arms. That hard-on he’d been sporting was even bigger, pressing against my belly. I wanted it pressing against other more fun places, and soon.
“I did not bring you here to be the dominatrix, Angel. You should have let me handle those pricks.”
His eyes were fire and his breathing quick.
Coño. He wasn’t both mad and turned on. Hate sex could be hot and all, but I didn’t understand why he was mad at all. It’s not like I couldn’t handle myself.
“They were putty in my hands.”
“You don’t know what they could have done to you. If even one of them had…”
Ah. He was scared for me. I could either be mad that he was mad, or I could soothe this beautiful beast.
I wrapped one leg around the back of his, caressing his calf, trying to soothe the protective bulldog. “But they didn’t, and now we have the advantage.”
“I’m either going to paddle your ass for that stunt or fuck you until you don’t know your name so you can never do anything like it again.”
It had been a long damn time since Gray had gone all bodyguard on me. A lot had changed. Mostly me. I wasn’t the simpering fat girl who needed rescuing anymore, dammit. “Then do it, Grayson. You want me to be the damsel in distress, you’ll have to make me.”