You Own Me (Owned 1)

Vic scrutinized me. “I don’t think you could handle one glass of wine, much less twenty or so bottles.”

I snaked my hand across his thigh, settling it on his groin. The bastard didn’t even flinch.

“But wine is so . . . flirty,” I said, lowering my voice. I started to rub his cock and, to my delight, it started to grow.

Vic glared at me. “What are you doing, Lennox?”

“What?” I asked, feigning innocence.

He grabbed my hand, forcing it to stop moving.

I must rethink my plan. I took his other hand and slid it under my dress and up between my thighs. His eyes widened. Muahaha! Finally, a crack in his carefully constructed shield.

I leaned in, whispering, “You make me so wet, Vic.”

His eyes narrowed, blazing into that seductive glare I’ve grown to love.

“Can’t you feel me?”

“Yes,” He whispered, his voice hoarse.

Ha! Cards, I have all of them.

“I still have your come inside me.” I tried to look away coyly, but Vic snatched my chin back, forcing me to look at him.

“How does that feel, Lennox?” Vic asked, his voice deep and husky.

“I want more. I want more of you,” I pleaded with him. I felt my grasp on control slipping. I wasn’t playing a game anymore. I really wanted Vic inside of me. On this damn table if need be.

“Come,” Vic stood up, giving me his hand to take. He placed me in front of him, his erection poking my back. I was his human erection-shield. Vic stopped us in front of the hostess desk and ordered some food I couldn’t pronounce. “We forgot something in the car, but we will be back before our order arrives,” Vic stated brusquely.

The hostess nodded politely.

We didn’t go to the car; we went into the men’s room. It was elegant, with black tile and red velvet wallpaper. It looked nicer than some of my previous apartments. I didn’t get a chance to view the fancy bathroom more than this initial glimpse, because Vic shoved me up against the wall. He yanked my panties down and off of me, shoving them in his pocket.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying,” Vic said, his voice hot against my ear.

“Huh?” I breathed.

Vic grabbed my breasts, and rubbed his cock back and forth against me.

“Trying to get me hard in public?”

When I didn’t respond, Vic squeezed my breasts harder, making me squeal,

“Yes!”

“Bad girl.” Vic massaged my breasts. “Bad, bad girl.”

I moaned, leaning my head back against his shoulder.

“Are you going to make it up to me?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good.” Vic pulled me back away from the wall, then bent me forward and hiked up my dress so that my ass was bare. Vic slid his hand between my thighs, feeling the wetness. “You’re wet for me.”

“Always,” I panted. There was nothing to hold onto so I pressed my hands back to the wall for support.