Page 82 of All Her Broken Pieces

While she speaks, I remove a small vibrator from my pocket and pull aside her panties as I push the tip of the toy into her pussy.

“What are you—oh fuck,” she cries as her head falls back against my arm around her shoulders.

“It’s a little gift I got you,” I say seductively.

“What if someone sees us?” she rasps, her breath picking up as I move the toy in and out, adding my fingers in, teasing her.

“Do you think anyone in this room gives a fuck what I’m doing to you right now? Look around. No one cares who we are to each other, how old we are, or that your cunt is stuffed full of my fingers.” I remove my hand from between her thighs and bring it to my mouth. Her eyes track the movement as I suck her juices off my fingers. “Fucking delicious.”

“Are you just going to leave it there and tease me?” she asks with fire in her eyes.

I pull the remote from my pocket and hold it in front of her face. “As long as you worry about what other people think, this stays off. I’ll turn this up for every fuck you don’t give.”

Her brows knit together. “That doesn’t make sense. How can I show you when I don’t give a fuck?”

I turn the remote on and click the plus sign, setting it at the lowest vibration. Her eyes widen the slightest amount. “You let me put this in you in front of everyone. That gets you two clicks.” I hit the button again. “But then you got mouthy, so I’m going to take one away.” I hit the minus sign on the device.

“Oh shit,” she moans as her ass wiggles against the seat. I pull her lips to mine, juggling the remote control so it’s in my hand around her shoulder, freeing up my other to cup her breast. She thrusts her tongue against mine, pulling my lips into her mouth before she sucks hard on my bottom lip. I hit the plus button two more times.

“One for kissing me in public like that for the first time. And one for not giving a fuck who sees me touch your breast.”

She grabs my hand and moves it under her dress. Her skin feels warm and soft as my palm caresses her nipple through the fabric of her bra. “Good girl,” I groan as I turn up the vibration.

Her tits heave against my hand. I feel her wiggling in the booth and notice that she’s reached around and unhooked her bra. The fabric falls limp on her chest as I pull it down and tweak her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. “Yes, just like that,” she moans as I hit the plus button twice.

“Keep this up, and I’m going to want to spread you out on this table and fuck you in front of this whole club.”

Her head shoots up. “I don’t…” she objects as I hit the minus button.

“All you have to do is not give a fuck. I won’t do anything you don’t consent to. You can stop this at any time. You can take my words as promises you want me to fulfill, or sexy, empty threats that make you wet but go no further. I’ve gotten you off with only my words before. Eyes on me, no one else. Can you do that for me, hellcat?”

Her eyes widen as my words sink in, nodding her head before resting it against my arm.

My finger presses the plus sign again as I whisper against her ear, “You can do it, sweetheart, focus.” She squirms in her seat as she begins stroking my length. “Fuck, that’s it,” I say, pushing against her hand as I hit the plus sign two more times on the remote.

“Holy shit,” she cries out. “I need…”

“What do you need?” I ask, still thrusting against her hand under the table.

Bridget climbs onto my lap, straddling me in the booth. I grip her hips, remote still in hand, and start gliding her pussy against my cock. Her head falls back as I tap the remote, cranking it up as high as it goes. I’m going to reward my little hellcat for this, knowing how huge a step this is.

“So fucking needy for this cock. Are you gonna use it till you come with everyone watching?”

“Oh, yes, Ethan, fuck,” she moans against my ear, her face buried against my neck as she continues to dry hump me. Her arms are wrapped around my neck as they squeeze tighter. “I’m going to… fuck, oh fuck, I’m coming!” Her hips slow as she rides out her release. I turn off the remote and pocket it. Grabbing her face, I pull it into mine, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her chin, and her neck.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, my perfect fucking queen,” I say between kisses.

The little noises and moans of appreciation she makes send a bolt of lust straight to my cock, making it ache to be free of its restraints.

“Did you?” she asks, looking down at my lap before looking up at me again.

“No, sweetheart, this was about you,” I assure her as my hand smooths between her legs, pulling out the toy before slipping it into my pocket.

Suddenly, her body stiffens as she drops her forehead to my shoulder, cursing under her breath. “What’s wrong?”

“I see someone I work with. Shit. Shit. Shit.”

Fuck, that reaction stings. She was making big steps toward being proud to be seen out with me. “Are you embarrassed to be seen here with me?”

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