I would have to do it myself.
“Take off your panties, Jessica,” I said, my voice low enough that only she could hear.
“What?!” she hissed, glancing toward a waiter as he passed by. “Are you crazy?”
“You need to learn to take charge of yourself—of your own sexuality,” I said in a whisper “This is the first step. I want you to take them off and shove them into your purse.”
“I… Can’t…”
“I wasn’t asking.”
Chapter 9
Jessica
I could feel my heart in my throat as those words ran over and over through my head. My mind was flooded with so many conflicting emotions that I wasn’t sure if I could handle the full reality of what was happening to me. My stepbrother was telling me to take off my panties in the middle of a crowded restaurant.
On the one hand, it felt like I’d stepped right into one of my fantasies, and for a moment, I wanted to pinch myself to see if I’d hit my head back at that pavilion. I felt so afraid, so scared that this might just be another one of his stupid jokes, one more thing to embarrass me with.
“You heard me, Jessica,” he said, his voice hard and commanding.
“Okay Richard” I whispered meekly.
I reached down and began hiking up my pencil skirt, biting my lip anxiously as I watched for anyone who might catch me in the act. But before I could actually start to slip off my panties, I felt Richard’s gentle, but firm grip on my hand, staying me as he whispered in my ear.
“I told you not to call me Richard. From now on, you’ll address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Dick’ whenever I give you a command,” he growled. “Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I gasped, a storm of fluttering butterflies coming to life in the pit of my stomach as I felt his warm breath against my skin. Already I felt my slit beginning to moisten as I bit down on my plump lower lip.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Dick,” I moaned quietly, looking into his eyes as he released my hand.
“Good girl,” he growled as he released my hand from his grasp.
I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as I obeyed his command, slowly wriggling the lacy underwear down my thighs until it fell down my calves and crumpled around my feet in a heap. Gingerly I slipped my feet out of them, picking them up and slipping the damp thing into my purse. I hadn’t realized just how wet Richard had gotten me.
I heard him make an approving sound in his throat, though I felt too ashamed to even turn my head toward him. I felt so vulnerable, as though the entire restaurant had turned all their eyes onto me at the same time. I swallowed hard, my chest tightening as I felt the beginning of what might have been a full-blown panic attack.
“Very good,” Richard said softly, gently caressing my thigh as he spoke. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
The soft sound of his voice in my ear sent a shiver all throughout my body, the whirling swarm of butterflies in my stomach quickening to gale-force levels. I could feel the warmth of him beside me, the way his breath washed over my ear as he whispered again.
“I knew you could be a good girl for me,” he purred. “Doesn’t it feel better to be out of those wet, sticky things?”
“Richard, I—” I began, but gasped as I felt him grip my thigh suddenly.
“What did I say about what you’re supposed to call me?” He breathed into my ear, his voice soft, but I knew it held the promise of punishment just beneath the surface. My eyes fluttered again and I gave a hard swallow, the warmth between my legs intensifying along with the slickness of my own lust.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whimpered. “It feels good to be out of my panties.”
Richard growled, evidently pleased with my compliance. My heart fluttered, a rush of excitement filling me without warning. It felt like I’d taken a breath of air for the first time since I’d walked into the restaurant. The simple act of obeying filled me with a sense of satisfaction that I hadn’t experienced before. I’d of course enjoyed the way Michael had commanded me to do things for him, but somehow it felt different when it was my stepbrother giving me the orders. The rush was different. With Michael, I’d been so afraid, but with Richard I felt… safe.
“Are you ready for your next command?” he asked, his thumb brushing over the top of my thigh as he released his grip.
“I am, Sir,” I said, my voice less tense as the endorphins began to rush through me. For the first time the rush I got from surrendering my own control was mixed with the joy of knowing that I could trust the man giving me orders. I looked into Richard’s eyes, chewing anxiously on my lip. “I’m ready to do whatever you want.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Richard glanced down the row of tables cautiously before returning his gaze to me, a slight smile on his lips. I would have normally dreaded a smile like that on my stepbrother’s face, but somehow I felt that I’d be fine, no matter what he had in store for me.
“Now,” he began, his voice a low growl, “you’re going to put on a little show for our waiter.”
I felt my stomach clench without warning, my body tightening suddenly as his words took root in my mind. But despite my fear, I felt the assurance somewhere in the back of my mind that no matter what, Richard wouldn’t let me do anything that would ever get me hurt.
“What do you mean, Dick?” I asked, my voice trembling. I licked my dry lips, doing my best to seem calm and certainly not as frightened as I was at the prospect of someone—some complete stranger even—getting a look at my more intimate parts of my body.
“When the waiter comes back for our order, you’re going to lean back and spread your legs. You’ll look him right in the eye and make sure he gets a nice, long look at your pussy.”
I took in a deep, steadying breath as I closed my eyes. To say I was nervous would have been an enormous understatement—I was petrified. This was like our game of Truth or Dare back at Becky’s party, only Richard had upped the ante and there was no escape. He wanted me to let some strange man stare unabashedly at my own pussy? It felt so wrong, so filthy. I’d never in my life considered myself any kind of exhibitionist… but the more I considered it, the thought of someone staring at me, desiring like I
was some porn star they’d watch at home in the dark, lit a fire inside of me that I’d never known before. My heart raced at the thought, and beat even harder as I realized Richard would be there, watching me as I did exactly as he ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, without so much as giving it a second thought. I wanted to do anything that Richard commanded me to, to be completely under his control—to let go of the tight unyielding hold I had on every part of my life. “Anything you want.”
“That’s my good girl,” he purred just before the waiter came around the corner to take our order. I gulped hard, anxious at somehow failing Richard’s expectations.
“Hey, and welcome to Bobby’s,” he began in an overly chipper tone that one would have to perfect in the service industry. “My name’s Thomas and I’m going to be taking your order today. Did you two want to start things off with some of Bobby’s Famous Hot Wings?”
“W-What kind of special’s do you have?” I asked, stammering as I tried to draw his attention toward me. I swallowed nervously again, turning toward the waiter. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as his eyes turned toward me. He gave me a smile and I caught his eyes immediately flicking to my chest. My heart skipped, hoping that I could draw his gaze just a little lower.
“We’ve got a quarter-pounder burger with Chipotle mayo for $4.99 today with friends and—” The waiter’s voice faltered in his throat as he caught sight of my thighs spreading apart, his gaze traveling up the smooth skin to my hiked up skirt. His cheeks filled with color as he noticed what I was missing underneath, as well as the faint shimmer of my soaked crotch, my pussy wet and blossoming like a flower before him. “I…”
“I don’t think I want a burger,” I said, a strange rush of confidence filling me as I watched him fall all over himself at the sight of my drenched sex. “What else have you got for me?”