Page 217 of Roberto

Danger and safety…

Surrender and control…

It all combined into one overwhelming urge to have him fuck my brains out, even if it frightened me a little.

Both things – him fucking my brains out, and me being frightened a little – happened regularly.

During a date I took him on to the top of Victoria’s Peak…

On various outings around the city…

Every night in my bedroom…

And, most dramatically, at the opera.

One evening, I took Roberto to Xiqu Centre – one of the city’s most distinctive buildings, with an exterior of curved steel rods forming a flowing metal curtain.

It was also the home of Opera Hong Kong. The company put on many Western works but specialized in traditional Chinese opera. Though he wouldn’t be able to understand a word, I thought Roberto might find the ornate costumes beautiful and intriguing.

I drove us there in the Bentley at seven in the evening. I was wearing a sexy black Cheongsam with my hair pinned up; he was wearing one of his suits, as always.

Just before we reached the valet, though, he pointed to the side of the road. “Pull over for a second.”

“Why? We’re almost – ”

“Pull over,” the Voice commanded.

I hadn’t been expectingthat…

But I immediately pulled over to the curb.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Take off your panties.”

I stared at him. “…what?”

“Take off your panties.”

“I’m not going to – ”

“Take off your panties.”

A shiver went up and down my spine…

And I felt myself getting turned on.

I dutifully did as he said.

The slit in my dress made access easy enough, though I had to brace my feet on the floor and lift my ass off the seat to do it.

Once I’d gotten them off, I dangled my panties from one finger. “Well?”

He took them with a slight smile and a glint in his eye…

And stuffed them in his jacket like a pocket square.

The black lace poked just above the edge of his pocket.

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