The waiter arrived with our main courses, but as with the oysters, Paz insisted on feeding me himself. I'd never realized how erotic eating could be, but Paz like using his fingers. A lot. And instead of using the white linen napkin I clasped between my hands on the table, he had me lick and suck his fingers clean.

I loved his playfulness.

Even better, I certainly wasn't the only one affected by his food play if the steely ridge against my ass was anything to go by. Yet he seemed to have endless control while I found myself trying to not squirm on his lap.

"Another bite, Anna. I want you to eat all of this crab cake," he purred in that deep rumble that did funny things to my insides. His lips were a scant few centimetres from my ear, stirring the fine hairs on my neck as he held the white and orange flecked morsel up between his thumb and index finger.

Like a baby bird, I opened my mouth, licking the creamy bite from his fingers as the flavour burst on my tongue. While I chewed, he peeled a grilled shrimp, dipped it in melted butter and ate it himself, then repeated the process but held the shrimp to my lips. Delicately, I took the savoury crustacean from him, sucking the salty, rich butter from his wet fingers and trying to not focus on other parts of his anatomy I'd like to be doing the same to. I'd never craved it more, with his smoky cedar rosemary scent surrounding me. What would he taste like?

"Mmm... I do love seafood," I told him, humming with pleasure as the delicious food and wine combined with the simmering sensual heat within me to generate a pleasant buzz. Although seafood was plentiful living on the west coast, it was expensive and this was a rare indulgence.

He peeled another shrimp, and after dipping it, traced the butter along the sensitive skin of my neck, before following the trail with his tongue. "I agree, but it doesn't compare to the taste of you, Anna."

A shiver rippled over my skin, pebbling my nipples, and I bit back a moan.

Even as one hand took another piece of crab cake and brought the bite to my lips, his other gripped my left knee and drew it wider on his lap until my leg fell to the outside of his.

"Keep your hands on the table. If you can't, I'll bind them for you."

What? My pulse started to race, breath accelerating as I looked around us. We were in a relatively exclusive nook, a secluded space given privacy by an enormous curved fish tank in front of us, with hanging vines above forming a partial wall between us and the rest of the restaurant patrons. Floor-to-ceiling windows to our right looked out on the bay. The red brick wall behind us formed a partial L into the restaurant, with a two-metre passageway spanning the distance between the aquarium and the brick wall. The three tables of bodyguards between us and the passage ensured that only those Paz wanted near him were within these semi-private confines. Still, the wait staff came and went, checking on us, and bringing drinks to the bodyguards. We were definitely not alone. He wouldn't do anything here, would he? Oh god. Maybe he would.

"What are you doing, Paz?" My voice shook slightly as I took the bite from his fingers.

"Are you worried?" He murmured in my ear, nipping the skin with sharp teeth. With my right leg already on the outside of his, my thighs were drawn apart as he widened his knees. The short chiffon skirt of my dress rode higher and higher under the white tablecloth until it pooled at my hips.

"Yes," I breathed, barely able to inhale enough air to speak as my lungs spasmed. My senses heightened, awareness prickling as the fine hairs on my body stood, and every moment slowed and stretched to individual heartbeats.

"They can't see my hand on your soft, sexy thigh." His warm breath tickled the skin at my nape.

Oh my god. I choked off a squeak of sound as his fingers slid up my inner thigh.

Teeth scraped along my pulse, and I bit my lip.

"They can't see me tear off your panties."

A sharp tug and with brief flash of pain, the fabric tore—the sound covered by my gasp.

He passed them to his right hand, balling them in his fist to bring to his nose. With a long inhale, he growled, a deep, low sound that vibrated my body and had my sex clenching. "Fuck, you smell like dessert, Anna."

Holy hell, that is so hot. I squirmed, panting as his fingertips teased lightly over my damp flesh and the thick ridge of his arousal pressed against my ass. Is he really doing this here? Do I want this? My fingers clenched the napkin. This is crazy. Insanely hot, but totally nuts. They are going to kick us out.

"They can't see the way you've coated my hand with your slick juices." He tucked my panties into his jacket pocket and raised the wine glass to my lips.

Yes, more wine. Definitely more wine. My throat was parched, and I licked my lips. Just as I took a sip, he parted my folds to flick a nail over the hard nub at my apex. Oh! Oh god. I jolted, sloshing the wine, and it spilled onto my cleavage in a cold splash. Yet, I didn't care. My senses tunnelled, my focus narrowed on that finger, teasing me, taunting me.

A rumble of amusement came from the chest behind me. "Hmm... now that is a shame. Wine-soaked breasts. Whatever will I do about that?"

The waiter approached the far side of the table, and the part of my conscious mind not focused on that finger recognized that he studiously avoided making eye contact with me as he addressed Paz. Does he know? No, come on, Anna. He can't see. It's under the tablecloth. My muscles tightened as I tried to control my responses, to control my heaving breaths, to not whimper or moan, to—oh god—not squirm.

"May I clear away these dishes? Would you care for the white chocolate orange crème brûlée, tiramisu, or dark chocolate mouse with blackberry coulis?"

"The crème brûlée and chocolate mouse. Do you agree, Anna?" Paz asked in a steady, casual tone. All the while, that devilish finger continued to glide back and forth over my clit, chills washed in waves over my skin, and my hands clenched the napkin on the table until my fingertips ached.

"Anna?" He asked again, his tone darkening as his fingertip circled my nub.

Shit... oh shit. "Sounds great," I said in a rush, at a higher pitch than my usual voice. My toes flexed as I held my muscles rigid, trying to not move, trying to not give away the erotic torment he was creating between my legs.

"Very good, sir," the waiter said, inclining his head. Reaching over, he gathered the dishes and left.

The quivering in my thighs spread outward, a wave of heat expanding as my breath quickened.

"If you cum before I give you permission, I'll spank your ass, then fuck it," Paz growled as he nipped my neck. "Bad little girls who don't listen, who don't control themselves, get punished and fucked hard in all their little holes."

H... Holy hell. My skin flashed hot, then cold, then hot again, sweat breaking out on my spine as the trembling spread, creeping up my abdomen. "Oh god. I've never... God. I've never... I don't know if I can stop it," I whimpered. His darkly erotic threat was so sinful, so devilishly depraved. Not that I minded. No, quite the opposite—it strummed a cord deep within me, my back arching. I'd never been so aroused in my life.

His teeth scraped over my neck, once, twice, then that tempting voice growled in my ear, "Are you telling me you want me to fuck all your little holes, Anna? Are you going to cum without permission in front of all these males, distracting them from their jobs with your sexy little cries? Perfuming the air with your needy little cunt? Making them jealous and horny that their boss has such a delightful morsel squirming all over his cock? You haven't even tried to ask if you could to cum, and I definitely haven't heard your safe word yet."

I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing emerged. That too talented finger had continued to strum over my clit and the heat seared up my spine, a cry escaping my lips before his other hand covered my mouth. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes, my body bucking and jerking in his arms as the orgasmic shockwave smashed through me, incinerating thought and inhibition.

When my brain clicked on again, it was to the awareness of Paz chuckling behind me. One hand cupped my sex, two fingertips poised at my entrance, but otherwise not moving. His other hand muffled my mouth as I dragged air in through my nose in great heaving breaths. Satiation left a warm relaxation permeating my limbs as I lay limp against his muscular chest.

He removed his palm from my lips, and I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

"You, darling Anna, are just all kinds of fun. Such a kinky little girl hiding behind those pretty golden eyes. Did you know exhibitionism, dirty talk, and submission were such powerful triggers for you?" His hand moved down to my throat, caressing it as he turned my head towards him with his thumb.

"No, I've never... are you really going to spank me and..." My voice was still breathy as I met his smirk and the dark amusement in his eyes. I couldn't say the word. My mom would have washed my mouth out with soap if I'd even thought of dropping an f-bomb in her presence.

The waiter arrived, placed the two desserts on the table, and left immediately when Paz waved him off.

"Fuck your ass?" His smirk grew as his eyelids lowered slightly, yet not enough to hide the intense lust in his gaze. "My little Anna, I'm going to tie you up, grab this lovely long dark hair of yours and wind it around my fist. I'm going to shove my thick cock down your throat and plunder your mouth until you gag on it and my cum overflows those soft, pillowy lips."

As he spoke the filthy words, Paz dipped his fingers in the crème brûlée, raising them to my mouth until I sucked them clean. Fresh arousal bloomed within me, my skin prickling. Yes, I wanted it. I wanted his cock in my mouth and his taste on my tongue. God, yes, I wanted him to plunder my mouth. My sex clenched and those poised fingers thrust inside, a little whimper escaping me. His eyes darkened, black flame seeming to appear in their depths.

At the same time, his thumb caressed my lower lip, gliding in and out of my mouth and I eagerly wrapped my lips around it, showing him without words how much I wanted his cock. Again he fed me from his fingers, growling, cock flexing against my ass, as I licked the creamy custard from his digits while his other hand continued to thrust into my wet core.

"Then I'm going to devour this delicious cunt of yours before I sink my cock into its soaked depths, taking it nice and slow, until you beg me to fuck you hard. But I won't. No, I'll tease this needy cunt over and over before I paint its trembling little walls with my hot cum."

Thick fingers delved deeper, curling over that amazing spot he'd located with his tongue last night, building pressure and heat in my body as his words shivered like physical caresses over my spine. My hips squirmed, riding his fingers, as his other hand fed me more crème brûlée.

"But little Anna, I won't stop there. Just when you think you can't orgasm any more, I'm going to put you on your hands and knees to spank this gorgeous curved ass of yours until it glows red. I want to see it jiggle with every impact, to see the imprint of my hand on your golden skin." His voice deepened. "And I want to see how wet you get, raising your ass to me, begging me to fuck your tight little cherry ass. You will beg me, Anna. I guarantee it."

How was he able to do this to me? Bring me to such heights with his fingers and words, so far beyond anything I'd experienced before. He had the keys to my sexuality, knew my body better than I did, and I submitted to his mastery, whimpering as he drove my arousal higher. Damn, I wanted everything he promised.

He laughed, a dark sinful mirth. "Again, Anna? Such a needy little cunt you have, soaking my hands, and so desperate for release. Will you squirt for me? Tease my employees with how wet you get, making all their cocks hard, and leave the evidence for our poor waiter to clean up? He's probably in the back, jerking his pitiful cock right now, thinking about this pretty pink cunt. But it's mine tonight, isn't it? Is it mine, Anna?"

Almost mindless to my surroundings with his erotic voice in my ears, I sucked on the thumb in my mouth, my tongue curling around the digit like a lifeline, as I surrendered to the coiling tension building in my core. Overtaking my senses, it swamped my nerves, flowing over my skin, through my veins, shaking my body, wringing it out, and casting me replete on the shore of satisfaction.

Paz's thumb left my mouth as I panted and he fisted the hair at my nape. "Is this body mine tonight?" the question snarled in my ear.

"Yes," I managed and felt the scrape and bite of his teeth in an aggressive display of dominance. My sex spasmed around his digits, another wave shimmering over my nerves.

He gave a contented rumble of sound and withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth as he drew my legs together and shifted them to one side. "So fucking delicious." Taking his time, he scooped chocolate mouse using a spoon. He savoured the bite, then said, "Nowhere near as tasty as you. But we'll take it with us. I can think of a better use for this."

Paz lifted a hand, and the waiter appeared within seconds. Oh my god. Had he been watching in the shadows? Had he seen me orgasm? Squirt? Part of me wanted to look, to see if Paz was right and the waiter had an erection, yet I couldn't quite get the courage to turn my head. And I definitely didn't want make eye contact. No, I kept my gaze on Paz, even as heat climbed my cheeks.

"We'll take the mouse to go," Paz told him.

Signalling to one of his men, the man stood and accompanied the waiter, and Paz lifted me to my feet. I clutched at his shoulders, my knees unsteady with my blood still flowing like warm honey in my veins. He chuckled as he glanced down at the floor and my black stiletto heels.

"Careful where you put your feet, little one. You left quite the puddle."

I followed his gaze and saw the glistening pool on the dark tile. "Oh god." My eyes flew back up to meet his smirk as I covered my mouth.