Page 79 of Pretty Please Me
“I see.” His lips form a hard line, but he quickly erases the annoyance on his face as the bar manager steps on stage to introduce the band and the first singer.
Jamie and Drew turn in their seats, clapping and cheering as the band starts playing “Dirty Little Secret” by The All-American Rejects.
Sam’s hand lands on my thigh under the table, and he leans in, his warm breath on my neck. “I thought I asked you not to engage with Trent any further while we were still under contract?” His voice comes out cool and stern.
“I didn’t. I didn’t know he was going to send that,” I try to explain.
“But you looked at it. Is that what made you scream?” His grip on my thigh tightens, and I realize my friend Sam isn’t here anymore, just my dom, and from the look on his face, he isn’t too pleased with me.
My mouth goes dry, and I nod, unsure of what to say.
“You also didn’t tell me he contacted you, did you?” He sneaks his hand up my thigh a little higher, fingers tracing the hem of my shorts.
“No… sir. I didn’t. I’m sorry, I just didn’t think you’d care–”
“You didn’t think I’d care that you broke a rule? You didn’t think I’d care that you belong to me,” he looks at his watch, “for the next nineteen hours. And you looked at another man’s cock?”
I swallow a gulp as his hand moves higher, fingers tracing over the top of my panties. Heat pools in my belly, and I close my eyes, terrified to move.
He slides his finger in my panties and grazes along my slick wet center, and I suppress a whimper as the awareness of the crowd around me builds. “What shall I do for your punishment, my sweet, sweet Magnolia.” He pulls his hand away and sucks my arousal from his finger.
I suck in a gasp as the song comes to an end, and Jamie and Drew turn to face us. “That was awesome! I fucking love emo night!”
My cheeks burn hot, and I nod in agreement, offering my most convincing smile. The server returns with another order of oysters and cheese fries, and Jamie and Drew dig into the fries. My eyes widen as Sam takes an oyster and sucks it down, not taking his eyes off me.
Then he holds one up for me. “Eat,” he commands. He squeezes a lemon on top of the oyster, and I do as I’m told, never taking my eyes off him.
Electric heat sizzles between us, and I don’t know what’s going through his mind. I don’t know if I should be afraid, but I can’t help but love the excitement brewing under my skin at the way he looks at me. I want to please him, be his good girl, and follow his commands, but another piece of me wants to prove to him that he doesn’t always need to be in control.
I slap the table and push away, “Excuse me. I just need to use the restroom.” Sam’s eyes narrow, but he pulls his hand away from the back of my chair and gives me space to get up. I walk to the bathroom, and when Sam is finally out of view, I head straight to the DJ booth.
“Hi, my name is Maggie. I’d like to sign up for a spot to sing tonight.”
I fill out the song form and head back to the table, giddy that I have my own little surprise for Sam. He’s not the only one who can shake things up, now, is he?
I take my seat and yank my chair closer to his, his hand continuing its exploration of my body underneath the table. “I almost came looking for you,” he growls in my ear.
“Long line,” I lie and finish my mixed drink. I shake it in front of him and give him the best doe eyes I can manage. “May I have another drink, sir?”
His eyes narrow as he considers. “If you finish your entire glass of water.”
I press my lips to my straw and begin drinking my water without breaking eye contact. “Yes, sir.” I don’t know what’s gotten into me or what kind of game I’m playing, but it sure is fun driving Sam wild.
His hand slides up my shorts again, fingers tickling and teasing me underneath my panties. “You’re being cheeky tonight, aren’t you? Well, you better not squeal too loudly, or my brothers will hear you. We can’t have that, can we?” he drawls, his warm breath on my neck.
I suck in a breath as my body heats with pleasure from his touch, and I part my legs to give him better access.
“Fuck, you’re wet for me. Your pussy is practically begging for it. I should take you right here in this bar, throw you over this table, and fuck you in front of all these people. Show them just how goddamn lucky I am,” he growls in my ear.
“Yes,” I whimper as my climax builds in my core. My clit throbs under his touch, begging for release, but he teases me keeping his pressure light. I want to feel his mouth on me, licking and sucking me. I want his cock inside me, burying himself so deep that it hurts as he loses himself inside me.
I bite my lip as the fantasy plays in my mind, and I’m pulled back to reality when the DJ announces, “Next up, we have Magnolia Anderson singing “Still Into You” by Paramore. Come on up here, Magnolia.”
Sam slowly pulls his hand out of my panties, and I blush as Drew and Jamie turn to look at me in shock, the people sitting around us following their gaze. I clear my throat. “I… I’ve got to go.” I squeeze Sam’s hand as I head to the stage, nerves mingling with my arousal, creating a strange burst of calm confidence.
I adjust the mic on its stand, angling it down to my lips. “Sam, this one’s for you.”
The drummer taps his drumsticks together three times, and I tap my foot to the beat as the band begins, and I burst into song, all the angsty teenage feelings bubbling back to the surface.
