All through dinner he touched me, running his fingers through mine, up my arm, and grabbing my thigh that peeked through the split. If my panties weren’t completely ruined before they certainly are now. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, the server brought our desert. I thought I would get a reprieve from the sensual onslaught only to realize it was about to get worse. Without me even realizing it he only ordered a single slice of Sachertorte, granted the slice was big enough to share. The single fork almost gave me a panic attack, but before I could make an escape or an excuse to not eat the cake, he already had a piece of cake poised at my mouth for me to bite. I take a deep breath and eat the proffered confection and ruthlessly stifle the moan fighting its way out of my mouth—partly from the taste of the cake and partly from him dragging the fork across my bottom lip. Before I could blink, he leans in and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. Oh my fucking damn! I am about to bust it open right here on this table in this restaurant, and I don’t give a fuck who’s watching. And then he licks the tines of the fork while watching me through hooded eyes.
“You owe me Carla, two punishments if memory serves me correctly. So, when are you going to put your money where your mouth is?”
“I actually have no idea what you are referring to? And if you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom,” I say as I grab my purse and prepare to go to the bathroom when I feel his hand heavy on the back of my neck.”
“Tell me little one, are you going to the restroom to change your panties? You know you left a pair of your panties in my bathroom. I found them on the counter and right now they are in my nightstand drawer. Tell me baby doll, is that what you are going to do? And please don’t lie to me, you already have enough punishments coming.” I can’t even speak, so I nod my head. “That’s not good enough, I need to hear you answer the question. I know you can little one, you’re very articulate, so use your words.”
“Yes,” I say barely audible, but he hears it clearly.
“Hmm” he rumbles in my ear and the sound travels directly to my clit. “I have some instructions for you. You will to the bathroom, and change your panties, but before you put on your new pair, I have a question for you. Is your little bag in your purse Carla?”
“Yes.”
“Give it to me.”
“What?” I say shakily.
“Hand, me, the, bag, Carla.” He demands in my ear, and I glance around the restaurant to see if anyone is paying attention.
“Don’t worry about them Carla, worry about me.”
I nod as I grab my purse and hand him the empty, waterproof lingerie bag. He sets it on the table and then he says, “Now take off your panties, and hand those to me.”
I croak out “Excuse me!”
“I said take off your panties, and hand them to me.”
“Here?” I say as I struggle to keep from screeching in this restaurant.
“Here. As short as your dress is it shouldn’t be hard to do.”
I take a deep breath because at this point it has become a battle of wills. Once again, I am grateful that I have taken to wearing side tie panties. I reach under my dress and untie one side and then the other, grab the front, lift up slightly and pull the drenched fabric off. Just the feel of the panties grazing across my clit has me on the verge of cumming. I hold the panties up, dangling them off my finger as my elbow rests on the table. I am grateful this restaurant has a no cell phone rule, because anyone can look over here and see me dangling my panties off my fingers. And every time I get the upper hand Asher reminds me, I’m playing checkers while he’s playing chess. He plucks them from my finger’s balls them up in his large palm, brings them to his nose and takes a deep breath.
“You smell so sweet little one, like fresh figs. I bet you taste as good too, sweet, hearty, and full of flavor. I can’t wait to taste you baby, feed off your sweetness for hours, making you cum until you beg me to stop. And when you can’t take my tongue any longer, I’ll make you bust all over this dick. Make sure you drink your water baby doll; I don’t want you to get dehydrated. Just when you can’t take it anymore, I’ll fill you with so much of my cum it’ll be dripping out of your sweet, tight little cunt for days.”
“Now, go to the bathroom and put on your fresh panties and… you’ll put this on and come back to me immediately.
Do you understand Carla?”
I take a moment to look at what he’s handed me, and my eyes are as big as this dining table. “I can’t wear this, not here.” I stammer out.
“You’re cute, so much bravado in court, and coming to my house in that outfit and again tonight in this outfit. Yet you embarrass so easily.” He says while he alternates between rubbing the back of my neck and squeezing it.
“I… I…” stutter but nothing else comes out.
“Carla, get up, and go do what I told you to do. Do you understand me.”
I nod again, but the squeeze on my neck has me saying “Yes sir.”
“Good girl, hurry up.”
I get up and head to the bathroom on autopilot and go into a stall to do what I’d instructed to. How the hell did I end up here?