Having a Dom feed her while she sat at his feet had never played out in her fantasies. She was quite certain that if it had, she wouldn’t have thought there to be anything sexy at all about the scenario. Yet, at this moment in time, kneeling at Simon’s feet and waiting for him to feed her, it was one of the biggest turn-ons she’d ever experienced.
As he took pieces of bread and held them to her mouth, or bade her part her lips for a taste of shrimp, something deep inside her belly grew warm and wanting. It was the most infuriating thing because he didn’t seem bothered at all. Nor did he eat or drink anything. Apparently, it was all for her.
She started to squirm as her clit begged to be touched.
“None of that,” Simon said. “Be still.”
She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from sighing. It was torture to have him doing something as intimate as feeding her and having to remain still while he did it. He held a block of cheese to her lips, and she took the opportunity to suck one of his fingers into her mouth.
“Such a dirty little girl,” he said. “Sucking on fingers like they were someone’s cock.”
She nodded around his finger. Maybe he’d do something about it now.
“You know, I was going to have you for dessert, but I think I’m full now and I’ll save my treat for later.”
He was such a bastard. She grumbled around his finger, but he only laughed. “None of that. Why don’t you go get dressed and we’ll see about dancing? See if I can make you believe I have two left feet.”
• • •
Two hours later, she believed him. What she didn’t believe was how someone as talented as he was in everything else could suck so badly at dancing.
“Sorry,” he said, after once again stepping on her toes.
She gritted her teeth, because damn that hurt. “I get it now. You’re a sadist. You get some perverse pleasure from repeatedly stepping on me.”
He gave a short laugh. “Good one. But unfortunately, no. I’m just really bad at dancing, and believe me, stepping on toes is not my kind of kink.”
“My feet beg to differ, Sir.”
He winced at that. “Perhaps we should sit this one out?”
“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all day.”
He placed his hand at the small of her back, and they weaved their way through the sea of people dancing. Couples and groups of both genders and multiple nationalities gyrated to the rhythmic beat that pulsated through the speakers set up in the courtyard.
There were scattered benches lined around the perimeter of the outside space, and Simon took her to an empty one.
“Sit in my lap,” he told her once he sat down.
She thought he’d have her kneel either at his side or in front of him, and she’d actually been looking forward to it. But her disappointment didn’t last, because the only place she’d rather sit than at his feet was in his lap.
He gave her a tug, and she tumbled into his lap. “There we go. Much better.”
His arms came around her, and her skin heated where he touched her. All it took was that little touch for memories of what they’d done earlier in the day to flood her mind and for her body to crave his hands on her again.
He must have experienced something similar, because his hands didn’t leave her body. He placed one hand up high on her thigh, and the other traced invisible lines on her knee.
“This is much better,” he said, and because she was in his lap, his breath brushed her skin as he talked. “We can sit here and people-watch.”
“I love people watching.”
And there was no shortage of people to watch at the moment. From their position in the courtyard, they could see both the dance floor and the play area.
“The problem, Sir, is trying to decide who you want to observe first.”
“Very true. I think I’ve had enough dancing for the moment, so I’ll watch the people playing.”
That sounded infinitely better than watching people dance. She could see that almost anytime she wanted. Watching people play, however, wasn’t something she often had the opportunity to observe. There wasn’t a lack of scenes to pick from. From what she could tell, at least with the current activity taking place in the play area, most of the scenes were not extreme or edge play. Though Simon had mentioned that there were private rooms available for rent.
Playing with Simon in private would be fun, but surely they would have plenty of time for that after this weekend. Right? She bit her bottom lip, wondering.
“See that man at the far end?” Simon asked her. “The one with the two female subs?”
The man in question was directing the two women in front of a large web-looking thing. “Suspension?” she asked.
“Yes. He’s very good, from what I’ve heard.”
She tried to watch, but suspension wasn’t a big turn-on for her, and neither was playing with a female. Her focus kept being drawn to a flogging scene closer to them.
“The gentleman with the flogger is quite good, too,” Simon said, and she couldn’t miss the smile in his voice.
“Sorry, Sir.” She looked back at the suspension scene. “I don’t think that’s my kink.”
“Why?”
“For one, I don’t like heights and it looks fucking scary.”
He smirked. “All the more reason to do it. Was there a second reason?”
“I don’t know if I want to tell you now.”
He ran a finger down her arm, and she shivered. “You always have a safe word. No is always an answer.”
“I don’t want to be in a three-way. Especially with a woman.”
He nodded. “Yes, that was on your checklist. Marked as a hard limit. That means it won’t happen.”
Technically, she supposed it was Faye’s checklist, and though she supposed they were one and the same, she appreciated that he didn’t bring that up.
“Right,” she said. “I forgot that was on there. I should have marked suspension as well.”
“The fact that you didn’t tells me that deep inside you may want to give it a try. But if I remember correctly, it was marked as a soft limit, and as such, I won’t be pushing it this weekend.”
His words only relaxed her slightly. She had a feeling there was more he wasn’t saying. Maybe that while he wouldn’t push the limit this weekend, next weekend was totally up for grabs. There was just enough devilish delight in his eyes to keep her on the edge of uncertainty.
She decided to change the topic of conversation. “That Dom using two floggers at a time is pretty cool.”
Simon didn’t even look at the Dom she was talking about. “Would that be something you’re interested in experiencing?”
“Yes, Sir. Definitely more than suspension.”
He muttered an agreement and moved the hand that was on her thigh farther up her leg. “Keep watching the Dom with two floggers. And whatever you do, don’t make a sound.”
Oh, shit. That didn’t sound good. What was he planning to do?
She didn’t have to wait long before she found out. He dropped his head and whispered in her ear, “I’m getting so hard with you sitting here in my lap. And watching all these people is giving me all sorts of ideas about what I’d like to do with you.”
She would have groaned if he would have allowed it. Damn, but he wasn’t going to make this easy. Not that she expected him to.
“I can feel how wet you are through your panties.” He palmed her pussy, and the heat from his hand felt so good, she wiggled, trying to get closer. That earned her a sharp slap, right on her clit. “Be still.”