Eleni

I take one last bite of the airy sorbet that the stuffy waiter brought for dessert and look at Dante. He's barely glanced away from me since we stopped talking about work, and my body burns with it. I slide my leg out from under the long tablecloth, letting it catch my skirt and exposing inch after inch of skin. He watches me with darkening eyes.

"Put that away," he says.

I smile. "Why?"

"Because I don't share well."

I tuck my leg back under the table. Seeing him relax after days of walking around in a fog is satisfying, though, and I'm not sure I want to give everything up yet. I toe out of one heel and run my foot up the inside of his calf. "How sure are you that you can wait?" I ask.

He grasps the edge of the table. "What are you doing?

I chuckle and keep running my foot smoothly up and down. "That's not an order."

He meets my gaze. "Don't expose yourself here, pet."

My skin goes hot. We've never played like this in public before. I don't even know if he sees the loophole he's left me.

"Yes, sir." I caress the curve of his knee. His knuckles start to turn white, but he doesn't stop me. I slouch a little in my chair so I can reach his inner thigh. His gaze flickers down to my chest, my breasts pressed higher by my position. "Careful," he warns through gritted teeth.

I smile and ghost my foot over his crotch. As I expected, he's already hard.

"Can you call for the check, sir? I doubt we're going to want to stay much longer."

His answering smile is hungry. He raises his hand, and I wait until the waiter turns away to get it. Then, I duck under the table.

"Pet," Dante says sharply.

I unfasten his belt. "I'm not exposed, sir."

He hisses out a breath as I free his cock. No time to waste. The waiter has been fast all night. I lick my lips and take Dante in my mouth. Silverware clatters, and he curses under his breath. I grin. He grows to his full length in my mouth, presses against the back of my throat already. I blink back stinging tears and ease forward. Dante snakes one hand under the table and grabs hold of my hair. I track his reactions in the minute tightening and loosening of his fingers, coaxing him to the edge of climax as quickly as I can.

"Your check, sir," the waiter says.

Dante clenches down on my hair, trying to drag me to a stop. But that's not his safe word. I grin at the pain and move faster.

"Thank you." He sounds choked. "Ah, are you going to wait while I-?"

"That's protocol, sir," he says. "Will you and madam need any boxes tonight? Is she in the bathroom?"

The head of Dante's cock slides down my throat. I moan as quietly as I can, teasing him with the vibrations. His hand in my hair becomes a brilliant spot of pain, leaving me panting. "No," he says tightly. "Thank you."

Dante's hips jerk against my mouth. He's so close I can taste it in slim, salty ribbons.

"Have a good night, sir," the waiter says.

A beat of silence passes. Dante slams himself down my mouth and spills. I catch every drop, swallowing as fast as I can, then duck out from under the table.

"I'm back from the bathroom, sir." I smile sweetly. "Should we go?"

***

Dante remains silent until we step into the empty elevator on the way up to our hotel room. Want curls in my gut, but nervous anticipation jangles my limbs. I know his thinking face. "You're pleased with yourself for that little loophole, aren't you, pet?" he asks quietly.

I swallow. "Yes, sir."

He nods. "You didn't disobey. But you tempted me to break my own rules."

I meet his gaze in the reflective elevator doors. "How, sir?"

He grabs my chin and forces me to face him. "Do you have any idea how hard it was not to drag you out from under that table, bend you over it, and fuck you where the whole restaurant could see? Declare to them that you're all fucking mine?"

I shake my head as the picture he paints courses through me in a wave of desire.novelbin

"Of course you don't." He slaps me lightly. "Someone has to keep their head. Just know, pet, every little loophole you escape through will close on you eventually."

I shudder, and he wraps his arm around my waist with a grip like iron. Silence chases us through the rest of the ride and down the hallway to our door. I pause in the entryway.

"Am I permitted clothes, sir?"

Dante lets go of me and waltzes in. I glance both ways down the hall. Empty. I slide off the dress, then the matching bra and panties I picked out to go with it, and bring everything inside. He's already disappeared into the bedroom, throwing golden light through the dark suite. I shut the door and hurry after him.

He stands over the box of toys I ordered here, just in case, picking through them lazily.

"You're getting bossy," he says as I enter.

I duck my head. "Sorry, sir."

"Bed," he replies. "Touch yourself. I want to watch."

I know myself much better than I did the first time I received this instruction. I drop onto the bed and slide my fingers through my soaking folds, then circle my clit slowly. "Faster," he barks.

My fingers race, playing my body like an instrument. I moan.

"Good." He rakes his gaze over me. "I'm going to shower. Come twice before I return." He meets my eyes. "Don't lie, pet."

I nod, and he walks away. Twice. He showers so fast. Luckily, my body is already electric after my performance in the restaurant. The water turns on. He didn't shut the door. I let noises slip from my lips, a testament to my hard work. My first orgasm comes quickly, shaking and crying out his name. I breathe a few times, then return my hand between my legs to try again. The second wave of pleasure builds. I'm paying for what I've done. Dante is going to come back and tell me my fate. I don't want to disappoint-

The water shuts off. A desperate cry escapes my mouth, but I haven't come yet. Maybe he'll get dressed, take his time.

He steps out of the bathroom seconds later in a towel and looks me over. "How many?"

"One," I nearly sob.

He clicks his tongue. The burning disapproval in his gaze is enough to send me careening over the edge in anticipation.

"Too little, too late." Dante sighs. "Two more, while I watch, or I won't touch you."

"Two more?" I study him for any sign of mercy.

He backhands me lazily. "You're lucky I'm letting you try again at all."

"Of course." My hands shakes as I drag it back between my shining thighs.

"Spread your legs."

I obey.

"Touch your tits."

I bring my other hand to my breasts and tease my nipples to peaks. His critical, incisive gaze makes the third orgasm easy. Pleasure sparkles through my vision, hot and sharp-edged. I relax onto the bed. "Another," he barks.

Overwhelmed tears trail down my cheeks, but I don't even consider using my safe word. I've earned this. Something rustles, and I open my eyes. Dante has shed the towel, and he's touching himself lazily. I moan at the sight. "Please," I beg. "I learned my lesson. Please fuck me."

He smiles. "You beg prettily. But you haven't learned shit. Come for me."

I sink my teeth into my lower lip and throw everything I have into touching myself. I scrape my free hand over my breasts, my neck, my sides, my hair, anything that might push me over the edge. A fourth orgasm teeters on the edge of my vision. Overstimulation threatens.

"I can't do it without you," I sob.

"There it is." Dante's on me in a second, and I don't know when he put a condom on, but I feel the familiar slide of latex as he thrusts inside.

I fling my arms around his next and hold on, weeping with pleasure. He sets an unforgiving pace and plucks at my nipples, summoning sparks of pain. I careen over the edge moments later with a scream, and he keeps fucking me. A fifth orgasm, so pleasurable it borders on pain, sears through me before he stiffens and comes, hissing the word, "Mine."

I laugh breathlessly as the sixth orgasm tears up my limbs.

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