Page 9 of Calling Her Bluff

He let his arm casually drop around her, pulling her in for a kiss. Hoping it wouldn’t get more graphic in the restaurant, she let her mouth open under his lips. The kiss deepened, his tongue probing her mouth aggressively. Then his other hand unbuttoned the third and fourth button on her shirt and slid in, cupping her breast and squeezing it. She struggled for a moment, but his firm hold on her breast and mouth convinced her he wasn’t going to be denied. He wasn’t exposing her breast to the restaurant, so she stopped fighting him.

After a few moments of him squeezing and kneading her flesh, he began using his thumb on her nipple, gently rotating the little nub and rubbing it enticingly. Little shudders of pleasure raced up and down her body. The hand on her breast became more forceful, and his kiss changed, claiming her, pulling at her. He moved his fingers over her nipple, pinching it firmly and twisting it back and forth. She moaned into his mouth, and as she did so, she realized she was halfway onto his lap. Not only that, some instinct alerted her to the incoming presence of their waiter.

Horrified, she pulled back, pulling her body out of his grasp just as the waiter stopped in front of their table with their desserts. Her shirt gaped open, her curves clearly visible although she wasn’t completely exposed. Before she could move to cover herself, the voice of doom toned.

“Leave it.” Todd was looking at her, no relenting in his expression, and the waiter’s eyebrows shot up as she slowly lowered her hands at his order. As both men’s eyes roamed over the visible curve of her breast, she was aware her chest was heaving as she breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. Pressing her legs together to relieve the burning ache centered there, she closed her eyes to the waiter’s surprised and speculative look. Not wanting to admit Todd’s control over her, especially with an audience, turned her on even more. Finally, she heard him walk away.

“Very good, Princess.”

Opening her eyes, she glared at Todd. “Stop calling me that.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want, Princess.” His smile hadn’t diminished in the slightest. “Now, come here and enjoy dessert.”

It was a brownie fudge sundae but with a strawberry rather than a cherry on top. Todd removed the strawberry and held it while she got a couple mouthfuls of the admittedly yummy dessert. Watching her expression, he smiled as she either forgot or became used to the increased airflow through her opened shirt as he sucked all the chocolate syrup and whipped cream off the strawberry.

“Spread your legs, Princess.”

Caught with a mouth full of ice cream and brownie, she stared at him as he grinned wickedly. Composing herself, she swallowed and held her chin high as she obediently spread her legs. Todd chuckled at her snobbish expression as he slid the strawberry under her skirt and along her slit, wetting the fat, nubby berry with her juices. The cold fruit made Allison shiver as its rough edges pushed against her lips, and she prayed he wouldn’t actually push it into her.

He didn’t. He did much worse.

“Eat it, Princess,” he ordered, holding it to her lips. Hazel eyes pleaded with him, but when he continued to hold the sopping fruit in front of her, she reluctantly opened her mouth. Biting down, the sweetness of her favorite fruit intermingled with the musky sweetness of her pussy juices. The taste wasn’t that bad, it just disgusted her to know her own juices were in her mouth. She couldn’t say why, except there was something very wrong about it. Todd seemed to get a lot of pleasure out of feeding her a strawberry covered in her pussy juice. He watched avidly as she ate the entire thing, then he had her clean his fingers of the wet residue.

After they finished their dessert, the waiter came back with the check. Todd paid with a credit card, and when the waiter returned with the receipt for his signature, he hesitated a moment before leaving their table.

“Would you mind…” The waiter’s voice trailed off, but his eyes were riveted to the almost exposed curves of Allison’s chest. She glared at him, wishing she could shoot daggers from her eyes.

“Sure, she really enjoyed you looking at them the last time.” Of course, he’d noticed, Todd noticed everything. Before she could even begin to form a protest, he was pulling the sides of her shirt back. Cool air brushed her nipples, and combined with the men’s appreciative gazes, they puckered with arousal as her face slowly heated to a fiery red. “Aren’t they pretty?”

“Very nice,” the waiter said, his eyes roaming over her.

Todd’s hand pressed between her legs as the waiter stared at her breasts, and she automatically spread her thighs, allowing his fingers to wiggle in between her pussy lips and touch her wetness. Her breasts heaved, nipples puckering, and she knew the waiter was getting aroused by looking at her. She was aroused knowing he was.

“You’re enjoying this,” Todd murmured in her ear. Allison moaned, humiliated and horny. She had told Todd she wanted to go wild.

“Thanks, man, she’s hot.” The waiter left, grinning ear to ear, and Todd’s hand slid away from her pussy, leaving her dripping and needy.

Confused and shaky, she pulled her shirt back over her breasts and started to rebutton it until Todd’s hand over hers stopped her.

“I think it looks good like that. Leave it.”

The look he gave her clearly said he didn’t think she was going to obey him, and he was ready with something even worse if she didn’t. Defiantly, she got to her feet and walked firmly but quickly, head held high, ignoring the occasional shocked—and appreciative—stares of those guests who noticed her. Although nothing was blatantly visible, the shirt was unbuttoned past the underside of her breasts, and if there had been a wind, everyone would have seen everything. The owner of the restaurant looked her over brazenly as she walked out a few steps ahead of Todd, wishing them a “nice night” in a very suggestive tone. Her face burned, but she didn’t stop walking until she’d reached his car.

Once inside, he started it up before turning to her.

“I think you enjoyed that, Princess. Do you like being exposed?”

Allison pursed her lips and looked away from him, her heart pounding madly. Why didn’t she just lie and say no?

“I think that means yes.” Todd laughed.

On the ride home, his strong hand kept squeezing her thigh, massaging the muscle, and slowly moving higher until it slid under her skirt, then he stopped. Allison thought she might scream from the need to cum. On the other hand, she was also understandable anxious. Was this the night she would lose her virginity?

Todd walked her to his door like a gentleman, one arm around her waist as if it was a real date. Once they were inside, he shocked her, immediately stepping forward and pulling her into his arms, kissing her harshly and deeply. She responded to his passionate kiss, opening her mouth and allowing him to plunder. He pushed her up against the wall, grinding his hips into hers. One hand reached into her shirt and latched onto her breast like a suction cup. His almost violent advance startled her until she realized he’d been toying with her all evening with no gratification for himself, either.

The obvious desire he showed for her and the skill and passion in his kiss made it hard for her not to be swept away in the moment. Part of her felt like she should make him work harder for her responses, but most of her just wanted to surrender.

Moment to moment, she would respond to his kiss, push back against his groin with her own, arch her back to press her breast even more into his firm grip, then recall herself and pull away, still the impulse, and desperately try to get back control of her body. When he finally released her mouth, her knees were weak, and her lips felt swollen and bruised. He swept her up in his arms, walking quickly toward the bedroom as she gasped for breath. They were barely inside before he set her down, and his mouth found hers again.

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