Page 43 of Reveal Me
‘You’re not still worried I’m going to fall in love with you?’
‘No, princess,’ he swallows thickly. ‘I’ve spent all fucking week counting down the seconds until I see you again. Until I get to see you again. To touch you again. Taste you again. So no, I’m not worried you’re going to fall in love with me. I’m worried you’re going to fucking ruin me.’
My mouth pops open. ‘Ruin you how?’
‘I don’t think about my sub. I don’t beat myself off imagining my hand is hers in the shower. And I don’t fucking stab myself in the eye with my fork at breakfast,’ he points to a mark above his right eye, ‘because I’m fantasising about eating her out on the dining room table—again.’
His admission is a balm to my bruised ego. Or is it my heart?
‘The only thing that’s ruined is my lingerie. Now can we play?’
He tears his eyes away from mine and glares at Dominic. ‘Yes, we can play.’
I glance around the room. Being watched is up there in my top ten fantasies, all of which just so happen to include my new dom. Would he do it? Take me, right here in front of everyone?
He leans closer, and the rich scent of expensive whiskey surrounds me. ‘How about a glass of champagne to wet your tastebuds?’ He motions to one of the serving staff to fetch me a drink.
‘They’re pretty wet already,’ I bite my lip.
‘So I see.’ He fucks me with his fingers, working my core, slowly, deliberately. It feels so good, even more so because we’re in a room full of people. More and more eyes begin to land on us with interest, and unconcealed hunger.
He snatches up the glass of champagne from the bar with his free hand and holds it up to my lips. I part them, and he tips in a small mouthful. The bubbles explode on my tongue. It’s Beckett’s Black Label, his family’s own brand. Way nicer than whatever I had in here last week. A coincidence? Or did he bring it in especially for me?
He tilts the glass and drizzles a little over the hollow of my neck. The drops roll in slow motion, trickling over my chest. His head dips, and he licks the liquid from my skin. The strangled little moan that escapes my mouth is positively feral. He traces his tongue upwards over my clavicle, and up along the column of my throat, then my jawline, carefully avoiding my mouth.
‘Tell me want you want.’ His voice is low and commanding. His black eyes daring me.
‘I want you.’ I blurt.
His lips curl upwards into a wolfish smile. ‘In here?’ He places the champagne flute down and glances around, where more curious eyes are homing in on us. ‘In front of all these people?’
My eyes frantically scan our rapidly growing audience. My pulse races. Stomach flutters. If any of them so much as suspect who was behind the mask, I would be in so much trouble. Naturally, that only adds to the appeal.
‘Yes.’
He slides his hand out of my lingerie, resting both palms on my hips. With one swift, sudden movement, he lifts me, carrying me like I’m a rag doll, and stalks towards a free table near the centre of the room. I hold my breath as he lays me out across it, pushing me backwards until I’m flat on my back, then pulling my knees apart until I’m spread wide for him, right here in front of everyone.
‘You want everyone to watch while I claim you? You want them to watch as I taste you? Does that turn you on?’ His eyes blaze.
‘Yes.’
I wriggle, rocking up onto my elbows to watch him.
‘Lie down, princess. Or I’ll get someone to hold you down.’ His pupils flare with pure devilment as fire ignites between my thighs, quick and consuming.
My mouth drops open in shock. Dominic appears beside Sean again; my eyes dart between the two of them. ‘Do you remember your safeword?’ Sean says. His eyes are wild, feral. He’s totally getting off on the thought of fucking me in front of all these people.
I nod again, unable to form actual words. So much for savouring me, breaking me in slowly. He’s claiming me. Owning me. Marking me as his. My stomach clenches in anticipation.
Dominic rounds the table to stand at my head, his eye gleam as they roam over my torso. ‘She’s wearing too many clothes. I think we should take some off.’ He pushes the baby doll dress up until my breasts are exposed. My nipples are preening for attention.
‘That’s enough.’ Sean growls, slapping Dominic’s hand away.
Dominic smirks.
‘What do you think of my new submissive?’ Sean glances around at the members as they begin to congregate around us. ‘Stunning, isn’t she? Sorry we ran out on you the other night. We’re going to make it up to you tonight, though, aren’t we, sweetheart?’
I nod and murmurs of appreciation flood the air. I’ve worn dresses that cost millions of pounds. I’ve been gifted rare and precious stones. I’ve had suitors vying for my attention my entire life. Yet, I have never felt so sexy, so desired—and so utterly insignificant. I’m no one to these people, but I have their undivided attention. It’s utterly intoxicating.
