“Eager little mouse, isn’t she?” I challenged.
“She is,” Daniello complimented again as she slid her hand down to cover his beneath her skirt. She was on the verge, and more than anything, I wanted to see her come. I’d watched couples at The Rabbit Hole fuck openly, but it had never been as hot as this man pleasuring this woman with his fingers in front of my peers and Charleston’s elite. The men shifted next to me, some of them no longer hiding the fact that they were now watching.
Her legs began to shake as Daniello increased his pace. “You Americans are way too guarded with your sexuality,” he declared as he pulled her down into his lap and spread her slightly, reaching his hand back up to resume his work. “You hide your needs and keep them hidden,” he declared as the waitress laid her head back to rest on his shoulder, abandoning any lingering notions of timidity. I was sure management would be coming by at any moment, but I doubted she cared in the least about anything but Daniello’s hand and what it was doing to her. She moaned and gripped his thighs as she rode his hand, unashamed. “Money here buys you that discretion, but your filthy fuck clubs are deceitful. They only add to your betrayal of what you truly want.” And with that and a flick of his wrist, the waitress came hard, her limbs shaking as Daniello reached up lightning fast to present her face to me by gripping it in his hand. Ecstasy is what I saw written all over her features. The men next to me stilled and took it in, as did I. Once her orgasm subsided, she collapsed against Daniello as he stroked her hair.
“Good little mouse,” he murmured, his eyes still connected with mine.
“I’m afraid I took a guess on your drink.” Davis returned, completely clueless as the rest of his group stared at Daniello, who seemed to have put our cocktail waitress in a coma. A small part of me wanted to laugh. The rest of me was filled to the brim with sexual tension.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” I said as I stood, my voice full of desire. “Davis, you have my number. It’s getting late, and I need to get going.”
After months of waiting for Daniello to speak to me only to watch another woman come by his hand left me furious. Not only could I not engage in anything I desired due to our environment, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life.
“Don’t leave so soon,” Davis said, glaring at Daniello, who was still murmuring to his mouse and testing me with his attention.
“Call me. We’ll set it up,” I said hastily, ready to explode, before taking my leave. I pulled the valet ticket from my purse and waited eagerly as the heat between my legs coated my thighs. The same valet greeted me with a smile as he pulled up. Gripping his shoulder, I leaned in and made a desperate offer.
“Want a taste?”
He pulled away in shock as I grabbed my keys. He had to be about twenty-five. He was attractive enough but looked like a deer in the headlights. I rolled my eyes and got into my car as he spoke to the other valet.
“Marcus, I’m taking ten,” he said hastily as he rounded the car and got in. I pulled forward and into the dark parking lot next to an idling SUV. I didn’t give a damn whose driver it was. They were about to get a show. As soon as the car was situated, I turned in my seat and spread my legs over the console, letting one land on the dash and the other rest next to him in the passenger seat, damn near hostile for relief. The guy wasted no t
ime diving in fully as his tongue began to lap at me, completely unskilled. It didn’t matter. I was on the verge of exploding as my back rested against the driver’s side door. I sank further into the seat, wrapping my legs around his neck as he greedily sucked my clit. Digging my nails into his scalp, I pushed him further down. “Lick it,” I commanded as he sloppily lapped my pussy, missing every single pleasure point and further frustrating me. I felt the stare before I saw Daniello peering through the window behind the valet. I gripped his hair and bucked my hips, spurring him on. It was too dark to see Daniello’s expression, but I assumed it was smug.
“Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening,” my hungry companion said through a mouthful of my soaked pussy.
My eyes still glued to the man who I was sure could only see a small amount through the window, I pushed the valet’s head away so I could reach my ache with my fingers while he fumbled with his tongue. With a few flicks of my wrist and the right amount of pressure, I came undone, hard and loud, still engaged in the man who stood outside my car. My eyes closed as I let the desire spread over me and when I opened them, Daniello was gone, as was the black SUV that sat next to us. The valet was unzipping his pants, but I stopped him.
“Look, um…” Jesus, I didn’t even know his name.
“Derek,” he answered, revealing nothing I desired for as he exposed himself.
“Derek, sweetheart, if you can’t give proper head, it can only get worse from here. I appreciate the effort, but put that thing away before you embarrass yourself further.”
He looked at me in confusion before I finished him off. “No.”
He sighed, putting his cock back into place as I pulled my legs into my seat and nudged him toward the door. “I offered you a taste. I delivered. You did not. Get. Out.”
He looked at me as if I would offer a punch line, but I kept quiet. I felt bad for his future wife. Maybe he would try to improve for his own sake.
“Can I call you?”
“Hell no. Goodbye,” I said, starting my car.
“Bitch,” he whispered under his breath as he exited. With a sigh, I placed my forehead on the steering wheel, completely baffled by what I had just let happen. I’d gone into that upscale bar to bed an equal and ended up letting a valet tongue fuck me because of Daniello.
I smiled slightly at how good he had gotten me. “Son of a bitch.”
I couldn’t damage my career or reputation for a sexual need, that was a given. I’d left hoping I looked like I was offended to the rest of the group, but a complete stranger knew better. Daniello knew better. He knew I was into kink and he’d used it and had gotten the best of me. He’d beat me at a game he’d roped me into for the second time. His plays were taunting, and I’d fallen for it twice. Though I should hate him already, my hunger only grew. This was lust, and this is what he was capable of, and I hated that I’d become desperate and at his mercy.
And still, I wanted him. And I wanted the feeling to last. The uncertainty, the need, it made me feel alive, excited.
I laughed once more as I thought about the fact I may never see him again, and I’d run away with my clit on fire and my tail between my legs.
Tonight I had walked out of my home a tiger on the prowl and ran back home as a mouse…but that was far from boring.
A week later, I was in my office, pacing. “You have twenty minutes to deliver what you promised, or I’ll find you in breach of contract,” I snapped, irritated with my situation. Murphy’s Law had found a way to make my workweek hell. I had absolutely no patience for bullshit and was getting a solid stream of it spewed at me over the phone line. I looked out of my office window at downtown Charleston as tourists lined the city streets. Couples holding hands or families roamed the sidewalks of the historic city as young kids on their bikes pulled others around by cart. Some were crowded in horse-drawn carriages as they were given a guided tour telling of Charleston’s history. It was summer, and that meant more were on their way to drown in the humidity and crowd the beaches. I looked out the window with longing, thinking it may be time for me to finally take a few days to myself to do the same.