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  It had been so, so long. Since she’d felt this way. Since someone had treated her like this. So long since she had desired and been desired in return, for anything beyond a simple getting off. Her own fault, that, and she knew it. She’d closed herself away, denying even the most basic of pleasures, and why? Because her heart had been broken? Because she had allowed someone to wound her so deeply that the thought of touching another man had physically sickened her. Because of fear, she forced herself to once more admit.

  He ordered lamb chops, garlic mashed potatoes, asparagus, a wedge salad. Everything exactly right and what she would have ordered for herself. The basket of rolls contained some flatbread, and he discarded that in order to butter a poppy seed twist for her; that was perfect, too.

  By the time dessert was served, a thick slab of chocolate cake on one plate with two forks, they’d moved in the booth to be sitting next to each other. Thighs touching. Whispers in each other’s ears. More wine, the bottle finished, Madeline a little tipsy but not too much.

  After dinner, Eric took her to the arboretum. A surprise. She recalled mentioning once, offhandedly, how much she preferred living flowers to cut bouquets. He’d purchased them passes to the light display, thousands of tiny shimmering LEDs lighting the seasonal plant and flower displays. Soft music played, some of it in time to the changing lights.

  He held her hand.

  They strolled through the softly lit paths, their conversation flowing easily from topic to topic. The event was a little more crowded than Madeline might have preferred, but Eric steered them neatly through the pockets of overcrowding, his hand on the small of her back or his fingers linked with hers as he pushed forward to make room for them to get by. He did this naturally and efficiently. Protecting her.

  “Let’s sit for a moment,” she suggested when they’d reached a particularly dark part of the park. She indicated a bench overlooking the pond, upon which scattered lights reflected, but all from the opposite bank. They had a good view of the pretty lights, but the bench stayed in the shadows.

  They sat, holding hands. Thighs touching. After a moment, she rested her head on his shoulder.

  “This is lovely, Eric. Thank you. What an amazing night.”

  He put his other hand over theirs. “I’ve always wanted to come for this event. Never had the time or, I guess, the right person to take.”

  She let out a single, small chuckle at that and fell silent. In front of them the rippling water shimmered. A fountain splashed. Every so often the faint waft of music reached them, but for the most part, they sat in comfortable silence.

  She had tied him up. Beaten him hard enough to bruise. She’d brought him to the edge of orgasm, had tasted his sweat and his precome; she had smelled him and grown giddy from the scent. She had allowed him to make her come, over and over, and each time she’d waited for him to demand his own climax, but so far, he never had.

  When she sat up and faced him, he was already waiting to press his mouth to hers. The kiss didn’t linger overlong, but the sweetness of it more than made up for the shortness. When it broke, they didn’t pull away. The heat of his breath on her mouth sent an answering warmth all through her. Her hand slid up his thigh and beneath her touch, his muscles tensed.

  “Kiss me again,” Madeline breathed.

  He did.

  Harder this time. Mouths open. Tongues searching, seeking. Their teeth bumped a little, and they both pulled apart only long enough to reorient themselves.

  The sound of footsteps coming toward them pushed them apart, finally. She kept her hand on his thigh. As the sound of voices drew closer, Madeline cupped Eric’s hard cock. He gave a muffled groan. She stroked, squeezing. He rocked into her grip.

  She released him just before the small group rounded the corner and moved past them without stopping. If any noticed them on the bench, none acknowledged them. They went out of sight behind the bushes within moments.

  Eric let out a breath. “Phew.”

  “I’m going to take out your cock now,” she murmured into his ear.

  “Oh…but….” His words edged into a mutter.

  “I’m going to stroke this pretty cock until someone comes by. We might have a minute. We might have twenty minutes. The moment I hear someone on the path, I stop, but I want you to come for me. Can you come for me, sweetheart?” Arousal surged through her at the way he responded, tensing muscles. A shudder. Her fingers dug into the meat of his thigh, and he bucked.

  “I’ll try.” His reply came in a strangled, eager voice.

  She unzipped him. His cock throbbed in her grip. When she slid the thickness from the constraint of his briefs, he was already slick on the head. She moved her palm over that sweet, sticky fluid and used it to lube her stroking.

  “Kiss me,” Madeline ordered.

  He kissed her. Sloppily this time, but she didn’t mind. The fact he could barely concentrate on keeping the kissing steady flattered her. Turned her on. So did his hardening cock, getting impossibly thicker in her fist.

  It would have been easier and faster to get him off if she’d at least spit into her palm, but they both understood that easy was not the point. Eric strained into her embrace, his kisses faltering as he moved, trying to get off before they were interrupted. She slowed the pace. He groaned, frustrated. Her free hand went to the back of his neck, gripping. She kept her nails short, but they were still long enough to dig into his skin. He hissed at that small pain. His cock throbbed. Swelled. She slowed her stroking even more.

  Eric let out a low, thwarted growl, and another wave of desire flooded her. Her pussy felt slick, her clit tight and hard and throbbing nearly as much as his cock in her fist. Madeline clenched her inner muscles, teasing herself. She moved her hand faster, but barely.

  “I thought you were going to come for me,” she teased.

  “I want to…oh, fuck….”

  She added a small twist to her stroking. The bench was now rocking, creaking, as Eric moved.

  “Oh, God, please…please, Ma’am…!”

  She’d never given him permission to call her such a thing, had in fact told him more than once it was not what she wanted to be called. She hadn’t given him a title with which he could honor her, and she regretted that now, as it was clear he wanted and needed to give her one. At the sound of it, the sound of his rasping, desperate voice, her hand squeezed. Her nails dug deeper.

  “Come for me,” she told him. “Come for your Ma’am.”

  He came in slow, heated spurts over the back of her hand just as the sound of footsteps sounded once more on the path. Both of them went still, although she could hear his harsh breathing and feel him shaking as though he were trying to keep from moving. It was dark enough that with her hand covering him, nobody was likely to see anything but how close they were sitting, but you could never tell what people might be able to see and that, Madeline knew, was part of the reason why Eric had come so fast for her. So hard.

  When the group passed them, he let out a sigh and sagged on the bench. “Oh, my God.”

  She leaned closed to nuzzle at his ear. “Thank you.”

  Fourteen

  “I should thank you,” Eric managed to say. His cock was still out, his lap awkwardly damp, and he was sure they were going to get arrested any second for indecent exposure.

  The orgasm had taken his breath away, not only because of how long he’d been denied before it, but because of the public aspect. Because of the command in Madeline’s voice, but also the sweetness. Because of the entire evening.

  He was going to fall in love with her, and that was going to be bad, because she’d made it so clear already that she was not interested in more than this. Eric himself was in no good place to be pursuing a committed relationship. None of that would matter. He knew it. Felt it. He was falling for her, hard, and there was no way to stop it. It was going to end up bad for him.

  But wouldn’t it be worth it, before that happened?

  Madeline opened her handbag and pul