Page 79 of Black Light: Cured

“Do you want to safe word? Do you want this all to stop and we wait until we’re back in the hotel

room after dinner?”

“I— God, I’m so horny.”

His foot nudges mine, spreading my legs a little under the table. He goes slowly enough that I can

ask him to stop at any time, but I don’t want him to. This is far more exhilarating than anything I’ve

ever done. Knowing that at any moment someone could either see something or overhear us.

“What’s it going to be, Lila? Yes or no?”

I trail my hand up my thigh, inching my dress higher and higher, focusing on his intense gaze as I

hide my efforts under the tablecloth. When my fingertips finally brush between my thighs, a soft moan

manages to escape my parted lips, but I hold back from making too much noise.

“Do you need help, Lila? Want some help? You’ve been such a good girl for me, keeping your

hands to yourself. I should reward you, shouldn’t I?”

Shifting in his seat, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, sleek bullet, obscuring it with

his hand as he offers it across the table. “The woman at the store assured me it is practically silent.”

He hands it over to me and leans back, watching as I tuck it into my lap. “I want you to edge yourself

for me. Right here at this table. Understood? Fail to get yourself wet before the waiter brings our

food, and tonight will be another night where you have to go to bed wanting. Is that clear?”

I grip the bullet in my hand, the need for release outweighing any sort of self-preservation. Sliding

my thumb along the edge, I find the button that turns it on and wait for the tell-tale sound, but I barely

hear anything. With all the noise and music around us, it sounds even softer than a phone on vibrate.

With another glance at the bustling interior, I slip my hand under the table and slide my hips

forward, slipping farther under the tablecloth. A groan lodges in my throat as the vibrator brushes my

clit, but I refuse to let it loose. I can’t let anyone know what I’m doing. White noise floods my brain

as pleasure wraps around me, cocooning me. As much as I want his fingers or cock buried deep

within me right now, I’ll take what I can get.

“How are you doing, my closet exhibitionist? I see a tray with some food. It could be ours.”

His words filter into my consciousness, spurring my body forward. Normally, when I’m self-

pleasuring, it takes just the right mood and atmosphere. Sometimes I need porn to help get me to that

place where I can relax enough to let the arousal build. But tonight, all I need is a vibrator, Master

Aiden, and that delicious touch of exhibitionism to have me soaked.