Fuck it. I’ll take her here in this room. I stop and she bumps into my back. I turn toward her, loving the way her eyes are wide with fear. Even while fear is written all over her face, she still runs her eyes down my body hungrily. She wants it so badly. She’s such a natural submissive, I can hardly believe she’s never been trained before.
“This way,” I growl, leading her toward the back of the room. I briefly consider making her stand directly in front of the stage, but I want to test her limits, not shatter them. I pin her to the back wall, pressing my chest to hers and bending my neck to whisper in her ear. “You’ve misbehaved, Kitten. You were watching the woman on stage get fucked by those men. And you liked it, didn’t you?”
She gasps, squirming slightly against me. “Yes,” she breathes.
I bite my lip. “Then you’re going to watch them while I finger fuck you. And don’t even think about cumming. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Where do you want this?” I ask, holding my hand up to her face. The room is dark, but I notice her makeup is a little thicker than usual, especially on one side of her face. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d probably give it more thought, but the hunger in her features quickly distracts me.
She looks at it, eyes full of lust.
“Show me,” I say.
Her chest heaves, and as much as I want to take two handfuls of her perfect tits, I refrain, waiting.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Kitten,” I warn.
I see her eyes moving around the room, taking in the dozens of couples and the moaning woman on stage. She’s nervous, but she has no reason to be. None of them are even looking our way. It’s just a mental barrier, one she likely hasn’t thought of testing.
A tight ball of excitement grows in my chest. I had almost forgotten how much I loved bringing a willing sub to her limits. Watching Emmaline’s eyes while she internally battles her dirty desire to let me finger fuck her in a room full of people and her desire to do the modest thing is almost better than cumming.
Her hand tentatively rises to my wrist and she gently tugs, but I’m merciless, and I resist slightly, making her pull like she means it, practically begging for my hand between her legs. She pulls harder, face scrunching slightly with the effort. I drag my finger down her chest and stomach as I let her lead my hand where she wants it. I trace a line down her thigh, finding the hem of her short dress and then reversing direction as she directs me. I use my free hand to pin her hands over her head.
I move my hand up her dress, cupping the inside of her thigh and finding her hot, wet slit through the panties she wears. Cotton panties, and I would bet money they are white, just like I told her to wear.
“You wore the ones I asked you to because you knew I would see them. Didn’t you, Kitten?”
She swallows hard, nodding her head. Not good enough. I want to hear her say it.
“Didn’t you?” I rasp in her ear.
“Yes, Sir. I wore them for you.”
Fuck. My cock throbs like it’s about to explode. She has no idea what she’s doing to me.
“You knew you were going to let me between your legs tonight. Didn’t you?”
She nods, whimpering as her eyes squeeze shut.
“You’ve been thinking about it all week. Haven’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps as my fingertip finds her clit. “Yes, Sir.”
I take my time enjoying the way she feels through the panties. I cup her ass, my hand pressed tight to her by the tightness of her dress. I hike the dress up over her hips. I feel her stiffen slightly as I do, so I lower the dress back down, making sure she’s not so far out of her comfort zone that she doesn’t enjoy herself. Every bit of this is for her. Pushing her too far would defeat the purpose.
I palm her pussy, moving in slow passes across her sensitive skin, absolutely loving the way her cotton panties are soaked and sticking to her. I want nothing more than to drive my fingers inside her right now, and then plunge my cock in her tight hole. Not yet though. Restraint. A woman like Emmaline is a once-in-a-lifetime type of submissive, and rushing things would be criminal.
I look down to her eyes and see they are closed. “Open your eyes,” I say. “You wanted to stare, so now you’ll stare.”
She opens her eyes, staring toward the stage like the good little sub she is. I move my hand inside her panties, passing over her mound and finding her wet slit. She sucks in a breath and holds it when I find her clit.