I lurch at the feminine voice.
The server cocks a pretty brown head then proceeds in a monotone about calamari and stuffed mushrooms.
“Yes,” I reply to all the appetizers. Victor’s fingers skim the soft, taut skin of my inner thigh. He gives my thigh a few gentle slaps, so I narrow my eyes and open a little wider. Or perhaps he was waiting for me to respond to the server because she’s still here.
Victor clears his throat. “This one loves to order for us. Makes her feel . . . empowered.”
“Listen,” I whisper, “I know researchers canmaybemake more in the OR doctors, but keep at it, and I will order the entire menu.Youcan be a dick—wecan be dicks together.”
“Impossible,” he grits back.
“Should I?” The server hocks a thumb.
“No, no.” Victor takes on a cordial persona.
Where the fuck is Dr. Jekyll?
“What is the chef’s special for tonight?” he asks.
Victor smiles as his fingers dip inside my lace panties. He coils my silk curls. My legs, unfortunately, divide, allowing one of his thick fingers access to slide inside. Hips softly swirl, frantic to keep his beat.
My eyes roll back momentarily as an orgasm wracks through me. I cleave my tongue between my teeth to keep from screaming. Thank God it’s dark.
“Lux, are you listening?” he asks.
“I don’t mind giving you more time,” she tries.
“I www-would like,” I gulp, “the special.”
“And I’ll have,” Victor’s hand slips from my panties, and he taps a sneaky finger against his lips, “theinvoltini di pesce spada.”
The server peps up, the look of nausea passing.Before she departs, they exchange a few more words in Italian.
“She knows.” My head burrows against his thick arm.
“Ask me if I care.” His finger is now wetter from having been in his mouth. Leaning into me, he dips a finger into my swollen channel, twirling all my honey. “Luxury, we need to have a talk.”
“Wh-what? N-no,wedon’t.Isay we need to talk, not you.”Alright, that’s childish, but I need control for once.
He pumps deep inside of me, hissing, “What is the difference?”
“I’m not in trouble. You’re the troublemaker in this relationship.” I sigh, once again, arching my back, so his two fingers penetrate my g-spot. “While I appreciate you sharing about Graham—”
“Precisely! You absolved me last night.” He emphasizes his authority by sinking into my core.
Don’t scream.
Don’t shout.
Don’t holler.
The tempo of my heart accelerates when Victor’s mouth crashes onto mine. The hint of my next orgasm spirals out of control, and I detonate. Tucking my face into the strength of his shoulder, I suck in air. A match has been lit down the center of my body, coveting an even greater ecstasy.Stop begging for dick, Luxury, and tell him your feelings.
Once my walls stop quivering around his fingers, Victor says, “Alright, Little One?”
“Marvelous.”
“Good. Now for our chat.”