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“You are not eating my pussy in the middle of this restaurant,” she whisper-shouts and pulls her dress back down her thighs.
Standing from my seat, I pull my wallet from my trousers and retrieve one hundred dollars to slide under the glass for our tab before leaning close and lightly gripping her chin. “Did you just tell me no?”
“No…I mean…not here? In front of all these people?”
I take her hand in mine and help her to her feet, immediately pulling her tight to me. Dipping my head, I press my lips to the shell of her ear. “I wouldn’t give these people the pleasure of watching you come undone for me,” I whisper.
She breathes a small sigh of relief, and I’m unable to stop the smile from spreading across my face. She’s adorably naïve. “Though I do think you need to learn what anywhere and anytime means,” I inform her. Pressing my hand to the small of her back, I guide her toward the small stairwell that leads downstairs.
Reaching the landing, I usher her into the women’s lavatory and lock the door behind us. I quickly check the two stalls to ensure they’re empty and drag her to the sink as she squeals, “Tristan! You aren’t serious.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
LAYLA
Tristan firmly wraps his hands around my waist and hoists me onto the counter. A tiny squeak flies from my mouth when he roughly plops me on the cool laminate between the two sinks. His calloused hands grip my knees and aggressively force them apart to make room for him to step between them.
Without pause, he plunges two fingers into me so deep that I gasp. He covers my mouth with his free hand and begins to vigorously pump his fingers in and out of me. “Anywhere. Anytime,” he growls.
He drives hard and deep until my chest is heaving, and I’m panting against his palm. The pleasure is building in the pit of my stomach, and I’m on the brink when he pulls his fingers from me.
Fucking hell…
His eyes bore into me as he lifts his fingers to his lips. He drags his tongue along them, slowly licking through my arousal before pressing them into his mouth and sucking them clean. When he pulls them from his mouth, they’re still damp when he grips my knees and presses my thighs back together. I’m left still trying to catch my breath when he slides me from the counter. “You don’t need to come for me to taste that delectable cunt of yours,” he whispers with a deep, gravelly tone.
I’m dumbfounded at what just transpired, and I can’t stop myself blurting out, “You aren’t going to fuck me?”
Without answering, Tristan undoes his pants and bends me at the waist over the counter. Cool air hits my ass as he slides my dress up my back. He presses into me. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, darling. I just haven’t decided whether I’m going to let you come or not.”
With his hand over my mouth to muffle my cries of pleasure, he drives into me hard and fast. Each thrust more vigorous than the last as he quickly works us both to the edge.
“Tris…” I painfully groan against his hand as he pulls himself from me, denying me yet again. “Please.”
He uses the hand over my mouth to angle my face to the mirror. Staring at our reflection, I immediately notice him vigorously fisting over his length as he stands behind me. His eyes meet mine. “If I always…give you…what you want…you’ll…never be…obedient…for me.” His words come out as pants in-between his deep, heavy breaths.
Holding our gaze, he shoves himself back into me and thrusts at a punishing pace. I watch as his release takes over his face while he empties himself inside of me with a grunt. He pulls from me slowly, only exacerbating the need between my thighs, his cum immediately beginning to trickle down my leg.
He pulls my dress back over my ass and begins to tuck himself back into his pants. Without breaking our stare, he’s breathless as he comes down from his high. “I don’t like denying you. It pains me, but this is how you learn to be a good submissive. You’ll be rewarded for your obedience, but when you don’t give it to me, you will be?—”
“Corrected.” I drop my gaze to the counter.
Spinning me on my heels, he slips a finger under my chin and tips my face to his. “That’s a good girl. You understand that needy ache in your cunt is going to help you learn, don’t you?” He stares down at me with pride, his thumb rubbing over my lower lip.
“Yes,” I whisper, realizing he has no intention of helping to relieve it.
And that I can’t either.
As though he’s reading my mind, Tristan asks, “And you are going to be a good girl and wait until I give you permission to come, aren’t you?”
The tension is so thick that I struggle to maintain the gaze between us, so I silently nod. Content with my response, Tristan dips his head and replaces his thumb with his lips, leaving a soft, feathery kiss.
“Let’s get you home.” He grabs my hand and laces his fingers with mine before pulling me through the restroom door. He leads me through the restaurant, and I am acutely aware of him seeping from my pussy and trickling down my thighs with every step I take.
It's humiliating…
…but there’s something about it I like.
We walk to the car in silence. Reaching it, he opens my door and helps me in. He grabs the seatbelt, and his warm breath blows against my cheek as he leans over me to fasten it. “Watching you let my cum drip down your legs, proudly letting everyone know how I just used you, is nearly enough to make me change my mind about letting you come.” He clicks the buckle before closing the door and rounding the car
