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I follow him over to a long rectangle table covered in thick white linen and set with a pale-colored china and crystal glassware. “Oh,” I say as I realize what I’m looking at. “It’s only set for one.”

Vaughn takes a seat in the chair and then points to a sheepskin rug at his feet. “No, sweet thing, it’s set for two. Sit here, at my feet.”

I’m stunned. He wants me to sit at his feet? Like a f**king dog!

“Grace,” he says sternly, probably reading the disgust on my face. “Trust me. Just do as I ask and then you can feel any way you want about it when I’m done. But let me show you what this means.”

I sigh, but I give in and kneel down on the rug. It’s ivory white, very soft, and very thick. And even though everything about kneeling at his feet is wrong and I’m not going to change my mind about that, my fingertips caress the silky fur as I situate myself.

I look up at Vaughn and he’s smiling.

I smile back.

“Spread your legs, sweets. Spread them wide and pull up your skirt a little, so I can see your pretty pink button poking out of your lovely folds.”

Damn. I watch these words come out of his mouth and I’m stunned at how they make me feel. Because even though he basically just said spread ’em, it’s the gentle nature of his request that makes all the difference. I can hear his breath speed up, like his heart is racing as fast as mine. And I can feel the heat radiating off his body in front of me.

I look over at the table and spy a selection of sex toys laid out on top of a black satin cloth. I hike up an eyebrow and look over at Vaughn, but his gaze remains stoic, not willing to end the play to explain.

It’s my call, that look says. Obey or not.

My fingertips reach down for the hem of my flirty skirt and drag it up to the top of my thighs. The cool night air rushes in and my whole body shivers. Vaughn is mesmerized as he watches, his eyes fixated on my sex as it’s revealed.

“Like that, Mr. Asher?” I ask him in a low voice that makes me feel vulnerable and powerful at the same time. “Can you see me?”

His gaze rests on my exposed pu**y for a few more seconds and then he tears himself away and finds my face once again. “That’s perfect, love. That’s perfect. I’m going to reward you for that, but first I’m going to ask you to decide how the servers will see you as they bring our food.”

He stops, waiting for a protest from me. But I’m far too turned on by the soft rug and submissive position to doubt that whatever he does tonight, it will be spectacular.

“Perfect,” he says, reading my silence as willingness. “You can sit on my lap with a toy inside you, facing forward with the skirt covering the parts of you that now belong to me. Or you can just sit like you are at my feet. Covered up, of course.”

It should be such an obvious choice, right? I should immediately say, covered up at your feet, not secretly getting f**ked by an assortment of sex toys.

But even though that’s what the angel on my shoulder is saying, the little sex demon on the other side is begging me to say lap.

“Grace? I didn’t think it would be a difficult question.”

Neither did I. “Lap,” I say quietly.

“Why?” he asks through a huge smile.

“Because I might like it. And I know you planned this.” I wave my arms to the magical fantasyland he’s created on this dingy rooftop terrace. “And I want to experience this night the way you planned it.”

He chuckles and smiles. And even though I’ve seen every public picture they have of this man, I’ve never seen that smile.

“Oh, you are so unpredictable, Grace. I can’t get enough. Now, stand up, turn around, and bend over.”

I do as I’m told. I’m far too turned on at the moment to put up a fight. I want to see what he can do. I want to see how he can make me feel. I want, I realize, to experience him in control. Fully in control. When I bend down in front of him he sucks in his breath and then leans in and blows it out and the warm currents of air travel across my exposed pleasure zone. His finger dips inside me, wiggles briefly to make sure I’m wet, and then he drags my juice up to my ass**le.

“The toy goes in here this time, sweets. So just try and relax.” I do my best as he plays with me, dragging the lubricant up to the tight bud of my ass, and then without warning, he slips something inside me with a firm thrust that stirs every last nerve ending awake.

I expected it to hurt more, but it’s so fast, the initial pain is already wearing off when he pulls his hand back. “Good, girl,” he says in a deep throaty voice that lets me know he’s getting off on this as much as I am.

“I am a good girl, Mr. Asher, please be nice.”

“Mmmm,” is all he says as he licks me, a long sweep up my slit that ends just before it reaches my newly opened ass. This makes me bite my lip to stop a cry of pleasure. His tongue circles the toy and my entire body shudders with a chill.

“Now we make it exciting,” he says as the toy inside me begins to vibrate. He pumps his c**k with his free hand behind me. The rhythmic slapping of skin combined with the sudden vibration inside my ass almost has me over the edge, but his calming hand on my hip steadies me. “Straighten up and sit back onto my lap.”

I swallow hard, then stand up and step backwards, stopping when I hit his legs. And then his c**k is at my slick entrance. Hard and thick, almost pulsating along with the toy inside my ass.

“Sit, Grace,” he says in a low whisper. “Sit down on my cock.”