Desired (Club Sin 3)

He switched the vibe onto full speed. “What was that?”

Her eyes widened. “I—”

“Glares are not acceptable when I’m having fun, Ella. Nor do I like snappy voices when I’m doing something very nice for you.”

“Sorry.” She gasped.

He switched the vibe off. “Punishment isn’t always done through painful methods, like a spanking. I hope that you took that experience for what it was, learning my preferences.”

“Yep. Got it.” She straightened in her seat, pink-cheeked. “Don’t snap. Don’t glare. Lesson learned.”

“Nicely done.” He chuckled.

The waitress returned with the glass of water and placed it in front of Ella. Once the waitress was out of hearing distance, he continued, “Now you understand the process of how we’ll learn together, yes?”

“Yes,” she said softly.

Sir, he’d request in the dungeon, but not now. It was simply his need to hear the address from her mouth that made him yearn for it. But little did Ella know, he allowed a little leeway out of the dungeon. Sure, he liked kink whenever he could have it. He enjoyed having a fun sex life that pushed the boundaries. Though some parts of BDSM remained in the dungeon, and calling him Sir was one of them.

He picked up his fork and ate some of his eggs, watching Ella do the same.

Once she placed her fork in her mouth, he

turned the vibe on to the lowest speed. A shiver ran through her as she chewed her food. Chuckling to himself, he focused on his plate and let her simmer in that level of pleasure.

By the time he ate half of his breakfast, she had stopped eating hers. He switched the vibe onto the next speed, glancing to her. Her gaze held his, a little darker, and definitely more focused.

Picking up a piece of his toast, he pressed the vibe onto the next speed. Her eyes widened, yet her stare never left his. So beautiful. In tune with me. Lovely. Even with the higher speed, no noise came from the vibe. The high cost of the silent vibe was worth the money—just to experience this moment.

After he finished off his piece of toast, he heard the slight hitch of her breath and then he flicked the vibe onto full speed. He spotted the trembling in her hand as he ate the final pieces of his bacon.

“Is your meal not good?”

Kyler glanced up, discovering the waitress frowning at Ella’s plate. He arched a brow at Ella and grinned. She drew in a deep breath through her nose, then whispered to the waitress, “It’s good. Not hungry.”

Her clipped words had Kyler fighting his laughter.

The waitress grabbed her plate. “Sorry to hear that. Can I get you some more coffee?” she asked Kyler.

He nodded. “Yes, please.”

With the plates cleared from the table, the waitress strode away and was back a minute later, filling up the coffee cups. As she did, Kyler played with the vibe, going from slow to fast in quick intervals. And Ella was statue still, staring down at the table. Ah, you have more control over your body than you think you do. Good to know.

“Can I get you anything else?” the waitress asked Kyler.

“Just the bill, please.”

With the waitress gone, Kyler continued to torment Ella, varying the speeds. He had no doubt her oversensitive clit was likely driving her mad. When the waitress brought the bill over, Kyler flicked the vibe onto full speed and placed the controller next to him on the bench. Then he reached for his wallet in his back pocket. He had cash on him, but he wanted to draw this moment out.

He took out his credit card, and the waitress said, “Thank you. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Perfect,” Kyler mused.

“Fuck, no,” Ella whispered under her breath. “Go away.”

He barked a laugh.

When the waitress returned with the receipt, she handed him a pen, and Kyler took his time mulling over the tip amount. By the time he signed the receipt and handed it to the waitress, Ella bit down on her bottom lip. Hard.