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  “Aiden…Master,” I whisper pleadingly. But I don’t know if I want him to stop or to never stop. And anyway, his hand is already cupping my bare pussy.

  “Always so wet,” he murmurs as his finger slips between my pussy lips. “So hot and tight and ready for me.”

  Just then I hear the waiter coming back.

  “Master,” I moan, trying to close my thighs, to deny him entrance even though he’s already got his fingers buried to the hilt inside my heated cunt.

  Aiden frowns reprovingly. “No, Emma,” he tells me. “Spread your legs. Don’t try to hide your pleasure from me.”

  I think about saying that Aiden isn’t the one I want to hide from but just then the server appears with our steak. I clamp my lips together, determined to reveal nothing as, under the table, Aiden continues to explore my pussy. But I’m sure the poor server must know something is going on by my flushed cheeks and rapid breathing.

  “Cut some of that into bite-sized pieces,” Aiden directs him, nodding at the truly monstrous steak which has been unloaded onto the table before us. “I want to be able to feed it to my lovely companion.”

  If the server guesses that Aiden can’t do the cutting himself because his hands are busy, he doesn’t say anything. He simply nods, swallows nervously and begins to cut.

  I stare at the steak, biting my lip hard to try to keep back the moans. My pussy is so wet and swollen I’m actually throbbing with the need to come. Aiden’s fingertips have found my clit and are teasing it unmercifully, circling slowly first one way and then the next before dipping down to my entrance to get more honey.

  Suddenly Aiden’s fork clatters to the floor under the table.

  “I’ll get it, sir,” the waiter says at once.

  “Of course.” Aiden sounds amused.

  My heart is suddenly pounding so hard it seems as if it’s trying to break free of my ribs. Oh my Goddess! I know what the server is going to see when he goes to retrieve the lost fork. Frantically I try to close my legs again.

  Aiden gives me a stern look even as he slides my skirt higher with his other hand. “Open your thighs, Emma. Wide.”

  The server ducks under the table and I want to say no. I want to tell Aiden I have no wish to put on a show. Instead I find my thighs spreading, opening wide just as he orders.

  “Good,” Aiden murmurs. “Now sit back, darling. Relax and let me touch you.”

  I sit back obediently and feel Aiden spreading my pussy lips wide, putting my inner cunt on display.

  Under the table I hear a muffled gasp and then a soft groan. Apparently the server is enjoying the show.

  “Take your time,” Aiden tells him, still sounding amused. “I’m sure the fork is under there somewhere.” As he speaks, he slowly circles my clit with one finger before plunging it deep into my pussy and finger-fucking me hard.

  I moan and buck my hips—I can’t help it. I’m close…so damn close. But still I can’t seem to come.

  There’s a bang from the underside of the table and the cutlery jingles together, as though the server bumped his head. He emerges from under the tablecloth at last, looking sheepish. “I uh, found your fuck—I mean your fork.I found your fork,sir!” he babbles, holding up the offending silverware.

  “I’m sure you did,” Aiden says. “Take it away and bring me another.”

  “Yes sir. Right away, sir!” The waiter scurries off again.

  “You’re doing very well tonight, Emma,” my Master tells me, his gray eyes hot as he looks at me. “I’m very pleased with you.”

  “Thank you,” I whisper. As always his approval fills me with pleasure. I don’t know what to think about all this—I feel so mixed-up inside. Hot and embarrassed and so close to the edge I can hardly breathe. Honestly, right now I’m just trying to get through the evening without exploding.

  The server brings another fork and Aiden feeds me small pieces of the melt-in-your-mouth tender steak and a few bites of bread. The food is delicious but I hardly register what I’m eating. The only thing that cuts through the steady rush of lust I’m feeling is the embarrassment every time the server comes back and watches us with those wide, uncertain eyes. It seems as if the meal will never come to an end.

  But somehow, it does.

  “Have you enjoyed your meal, darling?” Aiden asks me tenderly as the server clears away the last of the food and departs.

  “Yes,” I whisper. “It was…delicious.”

  “Almost as delicious as your submission,” he says softly. “But now, before we order dessert, I think you need one more course.”

  “Another course?” I don’t know what he means. Honestly I have no appetite for anything else.

  “Something you enjoy often at home,” Aiden prompts me. Then he unzips his expensive black slacks. “Suck me, Emma,” he murmurs, his eyes burning into mine. “I want to fuck your sweet mouth.”

  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 as if 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 to be 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 has 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 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 t