Desired (Club Sin 3)

She leaned forward and whispered, “Are you going to make me orgasm sitting at this table … in public?”

“The orgasm is up to you, but if you worry about embarrassing yourself, then I suggest you keep yourself quiet.” He smiled, half amused, the other half totally sexily arrogant. “But I plan to eat my breakfast, and I want to do so watching you under the vibe’s hum.”

Taking a quick glance around the diner, she noticed the restaurant wasn’t packed full, but there were enough people that she hesitated. Was he out of his godforsaken mind? Understanding safe words from her book, she turned to him. “What if I said dragon?”

He watched her carefully, then said, “Sweetheart, I do this because I think you’ll enjoy it. You can say the safe word and we stop. It’s that simple. But I wouldn’t suggest this if I didn’t think we both needed it.” He dragged his fingers over her tattoo. “Tell me, would you do something this bold on your own?”

She swallowed as his touch seemed connected to her clit, sending moisture to dampen her panties. “Hell to the no.”

His gaze softened. “Then I’m pushing you, yes?”

“Yes.”

Tucking a finger under her chin, he looked to her with a gaze so firm she knew this was not part of the negotiation. As he’d done every time, he needed to see her act first. She assumed he required her to show him that she would do something out of her character all because he asked her to—all because he wanted her to do this. The first sign of submission? she wondered.

He arched a brow. “I’m pushing you into new erotic adventures that provide excitement that a certain woman has been looking for.”

Trust. Safe word. Communication. All the things the book told her were important in the lifestyle were all the things that were so true in her relationship with Kyler. “So this is the submission part in it, hmm? Giving control to you in a moment that makes me nervous or unsure and putting faith in you that you know what’s best?”

He gave a slow nod. “Exactly. My rules. My play. Your submission to my desires, Ella.”

Kyler regarded Ella’s pretty eyes, which looked blue today, wondering over her next move. This was her test, her first show of submission. He had known playing in public would be hard for her, but it was the show he needed to believe she was serious. It impressed him that she’d read up on BDSM—in fact, that act of cleverness confirmed exactly why he liked her.

Though all the same, he also did this for her. Ella wanted adventures, and she craved excitement. Wearing a vibrator in a busy restaurant was surely that. Besides, he already knew that Ella liked public displays of sex—that much she showed him on their first night together.

Oh, how much fun he would have with her.

Her cheeks were bright red as she reached for the bag, and he noticed the tremble in her hands. She looked inside, obviously finding the butterfly vibrator in the box that had black straps to hold it in place, but then she dipped her hand in and pulled out the lacy garments before putting them back into the bag.

“You’re not expecting me to wear lingerie now, right?” she asked with huge eyes.

He chuckled. She looked cute a little ruffled. “That’s what you’ll wear for me on Friday night at the club.”

She glanced around the restaurant, no doubt taking in the amount of people. Kyler was pleased at it; he wanted others to see her. While no one would hear the vibe, since he’d purchased a silent vibrator, Ella would know she wore it.

That would fuel her pleasure.

He watched her draw in a deep breath, and arousal flushed her face. She finally said, “Please excuse me.”

He winked. “That’s my girl.”

She hurried off to the restroom, and Kyler studied the sway of her hips in her short dress. He’d never met a woman who dressed like Ella. She was so damn pretty in her cute dresses and how she braided her hair. To him, though, he wanted to see Ella come undone, the woman whose makeup ran down her face because of intense pleasure.

The waitress returning with their food caught his eye, and as she placed the plates down, she asked, “Anything else I can get you?”

“A glass of water, please.” Ella would soon need it.

“I’ll get it right away,” the waitress said, then strode away.

Kyler reached into his pocket, taking out the vibrator’s remote control when he spotted Ella heading out of the bathroom with the bag in her hand. The tight way she walked told him that she’d followed his instructions and wore the vibrator beneath her panties.

When she neared the counter, he flicked the vibe onto full speed. She nearly dropped to the ground, but managed to grab on to the stool next to her. He chuckled as her cheeks burned brighter. He turned off the vibe, and she pushed off the stool, glancing to those around her—all of who stared at her in curiosity.

“Damn heels,” she muttered with a breathy voice.

The waitress laughed. “They’ve been known to kill.”

Ella grinned at her, then rushed over to the table. She dropped down into the booth and glared. “Yeah, thanks a lot.”