Page 83 of Bet On Me, Daddy

Praying her face wasn’t as red as it felt, she looked around for someone to ask.

“Can I help you, ma’am?”

Swallowing a shriek of surprise, she whirled around to face Kessily, and tried to force a smile like her heart wasn’t trying to run a damn marathon. “Ah, yes. Um.”Just ask for the bathroom, don’t make it weird. She doesn’t know why you’re asking.“Bathroom?”

The word came out as a squeak, but if Kessily noticed, she didn’t say. She simply smiled and pointed to something behind Ruby. “Right that way, in the back corner there.”

“Thanks. Thanks.”

Well, that probably could have been more embarrassing. Somehow. Maybe.

She made it to the ladies’ room without incident, relieved to find it completely empty. Hurrying into the first stall, she locked it behind her, and scanned the small, cramped area.

Not exactly the ideal space to play with herself, but at least the bathrooms were clean. Cleaner than she’d expected, which was a relief.

Some of the nervousness and embarrassment she’d felt leaving the table faded, and excitement rose up to take their place. She’d played publicly more than once, but this was… illicit. If she got caught, if someone overheard her, it would be so fucking humiliating.

Why that thought had her stomach jumping with excitement, she didn’t know. She generally didn’t enjoy being humiliated, especially in public, but this felt different. Maybe because she knew, deep down, she could put a stop to it all with one word. That was power, and for someone who had once felt so powerless, she savored that knowledge as she undid her jeans and pushed them to her knees.

Her panties followed, and she stood there, half naked, staring at her blank phone screen for a long moment trying to gather the courage to actually turn the video on.

As she was staring, a message notification popped up on the screen.

Beckett

How’s my good girl doing?

Would she ever not melt at being called his good girl? She hoped not.

Ruby

Okay, Sir. Nervous. A little embarrassed already and I haven’t even started.

What color are you, Ruby?

Some of the knots in her stomach unraveled themselves at that simple question, and she smiled down at the screen as she tapped out her reply.

Green, Sir. I promise I’ll tell you otherwise.

Good girl. Our food should be out soon. If dinner gets to the table before you, it will cost you.

Shit. What did that mean?

Not wanting to waste time wondering about it, she swiped open the camera app on her phone and selected the video option.

And hit record.

Tilting the device so he could see down her body when he watched the video, she slid her free hand down her stomach to between her thighs. The angle was weird and uncomfortable, especially since she could only spread her legs so far, but she managed to get her fingers between her soaked pussy lips.

That first touch of her own fingertips to her clit shocked a gasp out of her, and despite the bathroom still being empty by some miracle, she immediately pressed her lips together as she stroked that swollen bud. Normally, she enjoyed a gentle ride to an orgasm when she was masturbating, but she didn’t have that kind of time right now. So she pressed harder, biting back a whimper as pleasure flooded her veins.

And when that pleasure was at its peak, and she knew she was just a couple seconds from imploding, she forced herself to pull back, to let the pleasure ebb.

“One, Sir,” she whispered for the camera.

Dragging in a deep breath, she waited a few heartbeats longer for her system to settle a bit before pressing her fingers to her clit again. It took even less time for her to reach that peak a second time, as primed as she was.

And just as she was teetering on the edge, ready to fall, she heard it. The bathroom door opening and someone shuffling to the bathroom stall beside hers.

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