Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Beg For It 1) - Page 74

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Instead, I watched her like a predator stalking its prey. That wrap was coming off the second I got her beside me. I wanted to see that smooth, thin silk draping down her full, round breasts. I wanted her nipples pressing against the silk in the middle of this restaurant, her breath catching, her eyes flitting around nervous, wondering if anyone could see even though I had us seated over in a private corner.

The hem of her dress barely touched mid-thigh, long enough for public but not by much. Only I knew she had nothing underneath it.

She sat back down next to me. I’d moved her chair closer while she was gone. I didn’t want to miss a second of the show she was about to put on for me. The one she didn’t realize was about to happen.

“How’d it go?” I asked, nonchalant. In my pocket, I held the remote control button for the vibrating egg. I didn’t press it yet, though. I waited.

“OK, I guess.” She looked flushed, embarrassed, and took a furtive sip of her water. “What is it?” she whispered.

“Something we’ll both enjoy,” I assured her. “Now pull your chair in closer to the table. And take off your wrap.”

She looked at me, trusting, wanting, and brought the cashmere wrap down along the back of her chair. Without the cover, I could see her lush, round breasts underneath the silk, erotic and bare. Under my gaze, she began to respond, her nipples pressing out hard, her breasts rising and falling with her breath. She looked down, embarrassed, and crossed her arms over her chest.

“No.” I shook my head. She bit her lip, arms still up. “Kara,” I began, taking a finger to her chin and directing her to meet my eyes. “Never be embarrassed with me. I am not going to humiliate you. Do you understand?”

She met my gaze, her eyes round and luminous. I swear, the way she looked at me, it was like I was her hero even if I was actually a villain. Even when I’d had nothing, she’d looked at me that way. In a city of beautiful women, I had the best one.

Trusting me, she brought her hands down to her sides, giving me my view. I could see her breasts again, the silk against them as if poured down from above, coating her and revealing as much as they covered.

“Look up at me, Kara.” I fixed my gaze on her and pressed the button on the remote control. To start, I kept the vibrations on low.

She gasped, grasping the side of her chair and looking around wildly.

“Eyes on me, Kara,” I whispered to her, commanding.

“Declan!” she said, breathy, confused.

“Yes,” I encouraged her. “Let me see how you feel.”

Her mouth opened slightly in pretty pants, her eyes flickered closed for a moment. Her nipples stood out, X-rated and explicit against the cool silk. She arched her neck a bit, her chin tilted up.

“Does that feel good, Kara?” With my thumb, I nudged the intensity of the vibrations up a notch.

Her breath caught and she squirmed in her seat, biting her lip.

“Declan!” she cried, her voice a bit louder.

“Quiet now,” I admonished. “You don’t want anyone to hear you.” Her eyes flew open and she brought her hands to the table as if she’d been caught touching herself. I took my finger off the button and let her rest.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, astonished.

“I’m controlling you,” I said simply, taking a sip of my drink. “I’m going to play with you all night.”

“Declan, you can’t just—”

I pressed the button again, sending her directly into the medium power. Her words turned into a gasp and she gripped the sides of the table.

“That’s right,” I coaxed her. “Show me how good it feels.” She tilted her head back, her nipples pushing against the fabric, her back arched. She wasn’t going to be able to take too much of this, I realized. We’d have to work up to it. Then again, I wasn’t going to be able to take too much of it, either. My cock already strained for release and all I could think about was how wet she’d be, how quickly and easily I could slam into her and fuck her senseless until we both came hard.

I had to touch her. No one would notice. Amidst the soft lighting and ambient sounds of laughter and clinking glasses we were nothing more than a couple having dinner in a quiet corner. Only I could see the arousal on Kara’s face, the way she fought for control. Futile, that. I had control. I knew she’d be wet, but I wanted to check anyway, feel the evidence on my finger. Maybe make her taste it there in public in the restaurant.

My hand stealing underneath the tablecloth, I started at her knee, then stroked my way down her inner thigh up to the apex. She quivered underneath me, her breathing strained.

“Don’t make a sound,” I reminded her, as much to heighten her sensations as to keep her quiet. I didn’t care if we made a scene, but I wanted her to feel nervous, scared, excited. It made it all the more charged and erotic.

Whisper-light, I feathered my way along her inner thighs, then up and along her sex. Soaked. Fully dripping, swollen and drenched.

“That’s very naughty, Kara,” I reprimanded her, stroking her slick pussy lips. “I’m going to need to punish you for this. Getting so wet in the middle of a crowded restaurant. You’re very bad.”

She moaned softly and I couldn’t help it, I had to turn the power up, the vibrations hitting her now strong and fast. Her breathing accelerated. I could see the pulse in her neck pounding.

“Declan,” she panted, hungry. “I might—I need—”

“Hmm.” I watched her, my hand still underneath the table stroking her slick slit. I pulsed, medium to high and back again. She whimpered in her throat. I turned it off.

I kept it going for another half an hour, while the waiter cleared our table, through a delectable light sorbet to close. I’d stop, she’d catch her breath, I’d start again and each time it took her deeper, closer. I had her right where I wanted her.

“Declan, I, oh!” She brought a spoonful of sorbet up to her mouth, dissolving it into her hot mouth with a moan of pleasu

re as her pussy throbbed with vibrations.

“Vladimir’s waiting in the car outside,” I informed her. Her eyes opened and she looked at me, eager. “You’d like to go?” I asked her, teasing.

“I need…” she paused, licked her lips, wiggled in her seat. I loved making her squirm for me.

“You need more.” I had a smug, satisfied smile on my face, I knew it, but I had a control button in my hand and I could play with her all night.

“Please,” she begged softly.

We were outside the restaurant in record time, whisked away into the darkness of the city streets inside the limo. Finger on another button, I put up the black privacy screen between the driver and us. What I needed to do to Kara was between her and me alone.

I had her up and over my lap, fastened there and pressing against my groin, my bulging cock, so fast she gasped. The silk of her dress fluttered and slid down her back, leaving her completely bare and exposed. I decided I wanted her in silk all the time, no panties, all access any moment I desired.

I brought my hand to her smooth ass cheeks and stroked her as she whimpered.

“That was very bad, Kara,” I reprimanded, bringing my fingers up to her dripping, quivering pussy. “You got so wet in public. In a restaurant, surrounded by all those people.” She moaned, aroused and ashamed, her hands clutching at the leather seat. “Tell me, did your pussy get soaking wet in there?”

“Yes,” she groaned. I pressed the button on the vibrating egg and her hips jerked in response, animalistic in need. Smack, I brought my hand down hard on her soft cheek. She called out, almost starting to come.

“Not yet.” I said, stern, bringing my thick fingers to the front of her dress and pinching her nipple, hard. “You don’t get to come yet.”

She moaned, panting and arching her ass up for me to play with it. Who was I to say no to that? Drawing two fingers down into her slippery folds, I then brought my well-lubricated digits up to her tight asshole. She whimpered but didn’t pull away, her legs slightly parted, her bottom up over my lap.


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