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  I feel a rush of heat spreading all over me. Goddess, I so shouldn’t want to do this. But the look in those gray eyes and the command in his voice makes me feel like I’m melting from the inside out. Without a word of protest, I lean over and bury my head in his lap. Breathing in his warm, spicy scent, I rub the hot shaft of his cock lovingly against my cheek before taking the broad head into my mouth.

  Bern's has a separate dessert room but when the server comes back to escort us there, Aiden elects to stay in our semi-private booth. He orders the bananas foster and drops another fork to give our wide-eyed waiter a chance to duck back under the table and watch me slowly sucking my master’s cock.

  I keep my eyes tightly closed as my master’s thick shaft fucks gently into my mouth. I’m unwilling to open them and admit that the server is watching. Aiden strokes my hair gently and murmurs encouragement and praise, apparently completely unembarrassed to be seen this way. At last, to my relief, the server 'finds' the fork and leaves again, to put in our dessert order.

  As soon as he ducks out, Aiden raises me gently and kisses me on the lips. “You have such a talented mouth, darling, and you’re doing so well. If you can just make it through dessert, I’ll take you home and fuck you.”

  His words send my heart skittering against my ribs. Goddess, I’m so hot right now. So incredibly unfulfilled. And I want him—I want that long, thick cock I was just sucking deep in my pussy. But I’m wary of what I have to do to get it.

  “What…” I clear my throat. “What do I have to do to make it through dessert?”

  “Stand up and I’ll show you,” Aiden says.

  I bite my lip. Standing up means exposing myself even further. Then again, the server had pretty much seen it all at this point. Slowly, I do as I’m told.

  “Very good,” Aiden murmurs and I see him take something long and thick out of his pocket. “Now bend over and place your hands on the tabletop, darling.” He gestures at the table, which has been completely cleared of dishes and silverware. It’s a vast expanse of white cloth with the single candle, which has long since gone out, resting in the middle.

  I shouldn’t do this, I tell myself. I shouldn’t want to do this. But I can’t help it, somehow I do. Some twisted part deep inside of me wants to please my master more than it wants to keep my dignity. And right now, that part is in control.

  Slowly, I lean over the table and rest my hands and forearms on the creamy white linen. My bare breasts hang down like ripe fruit, my nipples dark pink against the light tablecloth.

  Aiden murmurs his approval. “Now,” he says, “Spread your legs so I can get to your pussy.”

  I look over my shoulder as apprehension stabs through me. “What are you going to do to me?”

  “I’m going to fuck you—with this.” He holds up the long, thick thing he pulled out of his pocket earlier. It’s a vibrator—a dark purple one. With a twist of his wrist, Aiden turns it on and a low but powerful humming sound fills the air.

  Somehow the sound seems to break the spell I’ve been under for the past two hours. “What?” I exclaim. “You’re really going to… fuck me with that thing when the server comes back?”

  “We’ll start now to get you warmed up,” he says, as though it’s a foregone conclusion that I’ll stand there bent over with my legs splayed wide open and let him fuck me with the thick purple vibrator in public.

  “Aiden,” I start to protest but just then he strokes the buzzing, humming head of the vibrator over my sensitive clit. I jump and moan at the instant shock of pleasure that courses through my entire body. I hear Aiden murmur something about how responsive I am and then he’s sliding the thick, vibrating cock deep inside my pussy.

  And just then I hear the server coming back again. But this time he’s not alone.

  As two sets of footsteps and two voices approach our booth, something snaps inside me. It’s one thing to have the server we’ve had attending us all night see me like this but to have another, a complete stranger…or maybe he’s even brought the manager, maybe there have been complaints…

  I can’t! Oh my God, I just can’t! I bolt up from my prone position, pushing the buzzing purple vibrator out of me. I pull my top closed and push down my skirt. Then I grab the black wrap from the seat beside me, pull it around me, trying to cover as much as I can, and sit back down, making sure to keep at the far end of the seat from Aiden.

  All the motions seem lightning fast to me but I know for a fact he’s much, much faster. He could have stopped me—could have forced me to do as he said. Instead he sits there, his face like stone, not looking at me as the servers come into our alcove.

  Our original server looks at me, then at Aiden, a question in his eyes. Disappointment flits over his face but he’s obviously wise enough not to say anything. The second sever looks at his friend with curiosity and then shakes his head. Without saying a thing, they quickly prepare the dessert and flambé it tableside.

  They serve it to us quickly, in two china bowls heaped with vanilla bean ice cream, and then leave, murmuring hopes that we’ll enjoy.

  Of course, we do nothing of the kind. We sit there in silence for what seems like an eternity as the ice cream melts and the caramelized bananas grow cold. Finally Aiden speaks.

  “Emma,” he says softly. “I’m disappointed in you.”

  I start to talk, wanting to defend myself, but he only shakes his head.

  “Come on, we’re going home.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Come on Emma,” Lexy whines, breaking my train of thought. “It’s been almost a month. It’s not just that I want to see his house—I miss you.”

  I blink my eyes, trying to bring myself back to reality. My recollection of the night before is so vivid I can almost see the disappointment in my master’s wintry gray eyes. When we got home, I expected a very severe punishment—maybe a whipping so hard I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a month.

  What I got instead was…nothing.

  Aiden simply left me in the room without saying goodnight or tucking me in. He didn’t whip me or spank me or bathe me or kiss me. In fact, he completely ignored our whole nighttime routine.

  That morning at breakfast, he barely spoke to me. I felt miserable and depressed and angry, but what could I say? I wasn’t going to apologize for not letting him fuck me to orgasm in front of two strangers. He had no right to do that to me, I told myself. No matter what the rules of the Sacrifice said. And yet…the look of disappointment on his face was somehow worse than any of the punishments he’s given me.

  He did take time to fit the harness on me, however. And perversely, the phallus he inserted into my pussy was the thick purple vibrator from the night before. I know it’s a reminder of how I disobeyed him but he didn’t talk about it. He didn’t say much of anything, simply gave me his usual instructions about not removing it. Then he left and for the first time since I came to live at his house and belong to him, I cried.

  “Emma?” Lexy asks again and I know I have to stop thinking about him or I’m going to cry again. Goddess, I’m so emotional lately. I would swear my period was coming on but I haven’t had The Dream. So I guess I’m just upset about the situation with Aiden.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, sniffing. “I just…things haven’t been great with Aiden lately.”

  Her response is immediate and indignant. “Did he hit you? What did he do to you? I don’t care if he’s the Sovereign or not, I’ll come get you right now if you want.”

  “No, nothing like that,” I protest. Of course, Aiden does punish me on a regular basis but I’m not about to tell her that. She’d misunderstand for sure. I take a deep breath. “It’s not anything he did to me. It’s more like…something I wouldn’t do for him. And it made him mad. Well, maybe upset is a better word. Uh…disappointed.”

  “Sweet Goddess,” she exclaims. “What the hell did he want you to do?”

  “I, uh, really don’t want to talk about it.” I clutch the old fashioned princess phone to