His Sacrifice

I licked my lips. I’d planned her evening down to the second—how it began, the fun in the middle, and its not-so-delightful end—but she didn’t need to know that. Why would I spoil the surprise?

“I’m flattered you think I’m that great of a date.” I gave her my easy smile, the one that melted panties. “I hope you haven’t told all your friends about me.”

Her face turned more serious. “No. I did exactly what you said and kept it all to myself. What’s between us stays between us. I don’t want anyone interfering.”

“That’s my good girl.” With all the formalities taken care of, it was time to start the evening. After all, I didn’t want to make it all work, work, work.

I leaned closer, my lips to her ear. “I have one more little question for you.”

Her breath hitched. “What?”

“Are you wearing panties?” I ran my hand farther up her skirt to her inner thighs.

“You told me not to.”

“Good girl.” When I touched her hot, wet pussy, I slid my finger down her slit. “Always following instructions.”

“Mmm.” She let her head rest against the leather of the booth.

I delved farther, my finger pressing inside her. “Tight little cunt.” My cock jumped against my zipper. I needed to take it slow. After all, this was just the appetizer. But damn, I hadn’t expected her to be so responsive. Getting her thighs wide open would be a snap.

“That’s …” She bit her lip. “That’s so …”

“Sir?” The server reappeared with the wine bottle.

Cate tensed, but I didn’t stop pulsing my fingers in and out of her searing cunt.

I nodded at him when he showed me the label. “Go ahead and pour.”

Cate’s breathing increased, her legs opening a little wider for me. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to be balls deep in her.

When the server left, I moved my fingers to her clit.

She gripped my wrist. “Ted.”

“What?” I circled the little nub.

“If you keep doing that—”

“You’ll come for me?” I stroked her harder. “In this restaurant like a dirty girl?”

“Ted,” she breathed again.

I didn’t let up, my fingers playing her clit as she panted next to me. The server arrived with our first course right as she began to hold her breath. Her nails dug into my wrist, but I didn’t stop. As he set down our food, she tensed and moaned low in her throat. I pushed my finger inside her, feeling the compression and knowing it would be squeezing my cock soon enough.

The server pretended not to notice and hurried away.

She was so responsive, her pussy creaming for me and her nipples hard enough to cut glass.

I pulled my fingers away and licked them as she gawked at me. Sweet and a little tangy.

I hoped her blood would taste just as good.

Chapter Three

Cate

Flashing lights. The sound of an engine. Movement. Where was I?

I tried to reach out, but my arm wouldn’t budge.

“There she is.” Ted’s voice came to me from what seemed like a long distance.

“What…” My mouth wasn’t cooperating, not even a little. I couldn’t be sure anything came out besides maybe a mmm sound.

“Just relax, sweet little Cate. We’re almost there.”

Almost where? And why couldn’t I feel my body?

Panic began to rise, shooting through me like acid in my veins.

“Shh.” I could feel a hand along my back, though the sensation was muffled, as if I were wrapped in several layers of fluffy coats.

Lying on my side, I couldn’t get my bearings.

“Everything’s going to be fine. You just had too much to drink at dinner.”

I blinked, trying to force my disorientation away. But it remained, and I still couldn’t see much of anything except pulses of light at intervals. Was it streetlamps we were passing? Some asshole shining a flashlight in my face? I couldn’t tell.

“She’s a little plumper than the last one.” Another man spoke.

Oh, hell. We weren’t alone. A chill shot down my spine.

“Who’s that?” I still couldn’t get out much more than a grunt.

“She’s got a tight cunt, that’s all that matters for the moment.” Ted’s hands became rough, flipping me over onto my back.

Another pair of hands ran up my inner thighs, then I felt the intrusion of two fingers.

“Hey!” My lips barely moved.

I squirmed, but Ted pressed down on my chest, keeping me still. My vision was clearing slowly, but I couldn’t see the other man.

“Fuck, you aren’t kidding.” The other man pressed his fingers in and out. “She’s already a little wet. What did you do at the restaurant?”

“Just a little finger play. Nothing major. She’s still un-fucked … for now.” They both laughed, and the stranger kept feeling me from the inside, his fingers delving deeper.

A thumping sound erupted nearby. They ignored it, even though I could have sworn I heard someone yell.

Ted’s hand slid to the left, cupping my breast, then squeezing my nipple as the other man moved to my clit, his fingers pressing on the sensitive spot.