Page 78 of Black Light: Cured

careful to avoid flashing people. Tossing him a haughty glance, I stand up from the table and make my

way to the bathroom.

Ripping off some paper towels, I run some cool water over them and blot at my lips, wiping until

none of the lipstick remains. I feel better not wearing any. Now, he can kiss me to his heart’s content.

Stepping into a stall, I pull up my dress and hook my fingers under the band of my lacy cheekies. The

weirdest part of this isn’t bringing him my underwear, it will be sitting in a nice dress with nothing

between the satin lining and my arousal.

Just the very idea sends another flash of heat up my face and into my core. Shaking my head, I grit

my teeth and take them off. If I let myself overthink it, I won’t go through with it. I don’t want to let

him down the first time he’s dominating me in public. Besides, this is certainly not the hill I want to

die on. Balling them up in my hand, I head out of the bathroom and back into the restaurant.

I can see Master Aiden as he watches me, his eyes trailing my body before settling on my hand.

The way his lips curl up makes my knees weak, and for the second time tonight, I don’t care at all

about dinner. I just want to eat the man in front of me. He’s more than a snack, he’s the whole damn

meal.

I take my seat and, without saying a word, he simply holds out his hand for my panties. Like the

good girl I am, I drop them onto his outstretched palm and watch as he tucks them into his suit pocket.

“Just to make sure, you haven’t touched yourself since I said you weren’t allowed to come?”

“No, sir.”

“How badly do you want to?”

“Like… on a scale from one to ten?”

His chuckle buzzes against my overheated skin. “More like, if I were to allow you to do it now,

would you want to indulge?”

For a moment, everything stops. “You mean in front of all these people?”

“If you do your job right, they won’t know. I want you to touch yourself for me. Get yourself nice

and wet, bring yourself right to the edge before the waiter comes back. You don’t want him knowing

what those naughty fingers are doing under there, do you? Or do you like that idea? Do you like the

thought of all these strangers knowing you're pleasuring yourself while they’re eating dinner?”

Shaking my head, I toss a glance at the others in the restaurant, but no one is paying us any

attention.