Page 248 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

Good God! This man was direct. In a place like this, it was needed. Having to be the one to decide everything in my everyday life, I enjoyed turning myself over to a Dominant. Putting myself in their hands had never been a wrong decision yet, and I doubted this man would make me regret that.

Easton picked up his glass, then finished what was left of his drink. He then did the gentlemanly thing and held my own out to me. I took a few more swallows, but then pushed it away. There wasn’t much left in either of our glasses except ice anyway.

“What about you? Care to share anything?” I asked.

The side of his lip quirked upward as he grinned. “I’m a Dominant-,” he started to say.

“Well, that goes without saying. I was hoping for something a bit more enlightening.”

“Okay. That’s fair. I’m thirty years old, and I work as a researcher.” Something about the way he paused after his occupation made me arch a brow, but then he slid his hand under my dress making me forget everything. “I like my women submissive, restrained, and dripping wet.” His hand went further, and I heard the slight intake of breath as he slid his hand between my legs. “I don’t think the latter will be a problem with you.”

I should’ve been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. His fingers were long and he seemed to know exactly where to angle them to make me squirm. “Easton,” I breathed aloud as he inserted two fingers inside of me. I also shifted to allow him better access.

“Shhh,” he told me. “Since we’re not in a scene, just tell me to stop if and when, and I will with no questions asked or hard feelings between us. Understood?”

“Y-Yes,” I stammered.

It was incredibly hard to stay still because all I wanted to do was ride those two long fingers and beg for another one or two as well. Easton seemed so nonchalant as he stroked me as if he had nothing else to do. It didn’t matter that anyone in the club could see what we were doing.

“Do you want them to?” he asked, and I realized I must’ve voiced that last part aloud.

“I do like to be watched,” I offered.

Truly, I had very little shame which I suspected would please this man to some extent. A past lover had hurled so many insults at me because I liked things a lot of other women didn’t. Knowing exactly what I wanted, I didn’t like to beat around the bush. Pleasure was fleeting, and I tried to get mine whenever I could. Having had my share of selfish lovers, I now put myself first, just like most Dominants would do.

“Straddle me,” he instructed once he pulled his hand away.

I’d been about to protest, but at his command, I moved into position. Easton also adjusted his own stance, then he lowered the top of my dress. My breasts sat up firmly, and my nipples ached so badly for his touch. Easton’s eyes were focused on them, and I nearly moaned when he palmed both in his hands and squeezed.

“Perfectly sized,” he murmured seconds before he replaced one hand with his mouth.

His tongue and teeth on my flesh made me drop my head back. It didn’t last long because he’d freed his hand for a reason which became clear the moment he brought a piece of ice to it. “Mmmm,” I moaned the moment he painted my nipple with the cold shard.

It got harder which I would’ve argued wasn’t even possible seconds earlier. He made each nipple numb as he rubbed the ice cubes back and forth over them. Finally, he lowered his head to capture one of the frozen peaks between his teeth. When he gave it a tug, I dug my manicured nails into his arms.

“That feels so good,” I told him, even though I was unsure whether he preferred for his submissives to remain silent or not. Since he hadn’t said anything to clarify, I’d continue to respond naturally to him and go from there.

“You’re about to feel even better,” he said in response.

I shivered from his words and the icy hand he slipped back between my legs. A quick tug was all it took to render my newest pair of panties useless. Seconds later, I felt something wet and cold at my core, and I threw my head back as he pushed the cube inside. Another one followed, then another, and another, until he had pushed five pieces of ice inside of me.

“Your pussy is so hot it’s melting the ice on contact,” he told me, and I whimpered in agreement.

He kept that up until almost every cube from his glass ended up inside of me. The alternating feeling of hot and cold had me on edge, and one only Easton could push me over. And he knew it because he pulled his hands away from me just seconds before I could climax.

I straightened up, then looked at him in question. He then removed one of the jalapeño slices and slowly rubbed it back and forth over one of my hard nipples. Immediately, a heat began spreading, starting on the outside and quickly seeping inward.

“Easton,” I cried as the burn intensified. He didn’t say anything and instead grabbed a piece of ice from my drink and popped it into his mouth. Seconds later, he covered my burning nipple, and the combination of ice and his teeth made me dig my nails deeper into his arms until he pulled his head back once more.

“I want to do so much more to you than this. One of these nights, I want to make your entire body burn, Shelby.”

“You do?” I asked without hesitation.

“Not enough yet, but I will soon. Will you come back here tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” The very idea of going home this aroused without relief was devastating to me.

“Yes, and I don’t want you to come until then.”

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