full picture, you’d see your mistake.
“Like what?” she asked.
Everyone else drifted into the background. There was just her and Ink.
Daringly, she reached forward and placed her hand on his chest, running a finger over a tatt that she could see above the top button.
He closed his eyes and let out a small sigh. She snatched her hand back, worried she’d gone too far. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to touch.
His eyes snapped open and he grabbed her hand, placing it back on his chest. Her breath hitched.
“Why’d you move your hand?” he demanded.
“I thought maybe…is it okay to touch you without…without permission.”
“Brown eyes, even in the fucking club I’m not much of a stickler for protocol. I tried to show you best practice for when you played with other Doms. But since you aren’t allowed to play with other Doms, that’s no issue.”
His words circled in her brain. “I’m not allowed to play with other Doms?”
Not that she wanted to. But it was such a possessive statement that it shocked her.
A growl erupted from him and he slid closer. “I’m trying real hard not to grab you right now, because I know that will scare you. You shouldn’t be scared, but you should be wary. Because I’ve staked my claim and I’ll defend it however I need to.”
“Are you saying…that you’re claiming me?”
“Already done it, brown eyes.”
“Umm, I don’t think you can just claim a person.”
Amusement flooded his eyes. Would she ever keep up with him?
“No? Tell me, brown eyes, do you want me?” His gaze moved to her nipples and even in the dim lighting back here, she just knew that he could tell they were hard.
It was his freaking superpower.
“If I was to push my hand under your skirt right now…”
Her breath hitched as he followed his words with actions. This was not happening.
“If I was to run my finger over your panties…”
Oh Lord give her strength.
“If I was to touch your pretty, plump pussy…”
He ran his finger along her slit.
“Would I find it nice and wet?”
It wasn’t a question. Because he knew the answer. But his finger paused and he stared down at her, waiting.
Her breath hitched, raced.
“You already know the answer.”
“Ahh, but I’m an auditory learner. I have to hear the answer to truly understand it.”
A growl rumbled through her chest.
He grinned. There was a flash of white teeth. “Why, brown eyes, did you just growl at me?” Leaning in, he gently bit her ear. “You shouldn’t growl at your Dom. That’s very naughty.”
Her eyes closed briefly. “But we’re not at the club.”
“That doesn’t matter. The rules might be relaxed or tightened, depending on the situation, but never forget, I am in charge. And don’t think I don’t know that you’re deflecting. You know what that gets you, don’t you?” He slowly circled her clit as he laid out his threat. “You know, I think I’m also a kinesthetic learner. I learn by doing.”
“The waitress could come over!”
“She’s been told to stay away until I signal. Do you think she knows what I’m doing to you back here? I chose this booth for a reason. It’s nice and dark. Secluded. Still, I think somebody would probably notice if I pulled you over my lap and spanked you, wouldn’t they? So best you do as I say.”
Damn it. How had she ever thought him a gentleman? He was the devil. Sexy, sinful, an overload to the senses.
But in the best possible way.
If this was going to be the last time she got to see him, then she was throwing caution to the wind. No holding back.
“I’m wet for you,” she murmured.
As though in reward, he slid his finger deep inside her. He lightly bit her neck. “Good girl. You’re still getting spanked. But I know that was hard for you.”
“Mama never covered dining etiquette when your date has his fingers in your…umm…private place.”
“Private place? Brown eyes, you can say it. Say the word.”
Nope. Nuh-uh. No way.
Really Betsy? He has his finger inside you. I think you can say the word.
“Where’s my finger, Betsy? Where is it?”
She didn’t care that there was the possibility that someone could see them. All she cared about was pleasing him.
Then he might just please her.
“It’s in my pussy.”
“Your tight, slick, warm pussy. Hmm, why haven’t I done this before? All those nights wasted at the club when I could have had my fingers, my tongue, buried deep inside you.”
She tensed slightly. “You think the nights were wasted?” Had he hated their time together?