Page 80 of Black Light: Cured

“Are you wet for me?” he whispers.

I nod, gripping the edge of the chair with my free hand as I slide the little bullet vibe through my

wetness. I want so desperately to cry out, to moan, to writhe, but all of that would give me away.

Instead, I bottle it up, channeling it into the aching need that pounds through me as my core clenches,

desperately wishing to be filled.

Now, more than ever, I’m grateful we have a room to go back to after we eat. There’s no way I’d

be able to survive driving back to either of our places. Hell, I don’t know if I’ll even be able to make

it through the actual dinner. If he told me to get up now, I’d jump to obey just for the chance he’d take

me upstairs to a bed to make this fantasy a reality.

Master Aiden looks almost as flustered as I feel, and I wonder if he’s stroking himself through his

pants, edging himself like he’s edging me.

That would only be fair.

“Dip your fingers inside and show me what you’ve accomplished.”

I obey, breathless and hypnotized by his voice, and my cheeks catch fire as I slide my shaking

hand onto the edge of the table, the lights glinting off the juices on my fingers.

His groan is hushed, but I hear it clearly. “Good girl, my snake charmer. I’m going to fuck you so

hard when we get to our room. I’m probably not even going to take off that pretty little dress of yours.

I’ll just pull it up and thrust my cock deep inside your pussy.”

“Yes, please,” I whisper.

“Do you know what you fucking do to me? Do you know how hard you get me?” His arm moves

the slightest bit and I know he’s touching himself as he moans low. “I can’t wait to take you up the

stairs and feel you come around my cock. Think you can do that? Think you can hold yourself at the

edge for me until I can fill you up?”

“Yes, sir. I can definitely make that happen.” I nod, probably a little too much, but I want him so

much and my thighs are quivering with the effort it takes not to give into the buzz of the little vibe.

“Good girl. Turn off the toy and put it in your purse.”

He pulls back across the table just as the waiter steps up with our tray and I scramble to shove the

slick bullet vibrator into my clutch, not caring at all about the mess I’m making—or the one I’ve

already made on the satin lining of my dress.

“That will be NY strip steak for the gentleman and the braised beef for the lady. Enjoy.”