Page 17 of Sinister Games

“Where are you going?”

Confused, I sat back down again. My gaze shifted over the dining room to ensure none of the waiters had returned before ducking my head low, hiding behind my hair, and whispering, “To the bathroom to remove my panties.”

“Here.”

“What?”

“I want you to remove them here. While I watch.” Each word was uttered clearly in a dark, clipped tone. I couldn’t shake the feeling I was somehow angering him by daring to question his command.

“I… I can’t… people will see!” Looking over my shoulder, through the large windows I was admiring just a short time ago, I scanned the main dining room below. This didn’t look like tinted glass. There was no way someone wouldn’t casually look up and see me removing my panties in the middle of a posh restaurant.

His grip on my wrist tightened.

“Ow. You’re hurting me.”

“And you are disobeying me.” His voice was barely above a snarl.

With his firm grip on my right hand, I awkwardly reached up under my sweater dress with my left. Hooking the elastic waistband of my thong with my thumb, I lifted my ass up as I began to tug it down. With my obedience, he released my wrist and I was able to use my right hand to shimmy it past my hips.

Looking from beneath my eyelashes, I would have sworn there were several people below watching me with rapt attention. The feeling was both humiliating and exciting in an illicit, rule-breaking way.

Pushing the black lace thong over my thighs, I let it fall to my ankles. Reaching down, I stepped out of it, then quickly balled it up in my fist.

“Let me see it.”

Nervously looking around for the hundredth time, my hand shook a bit as I splayed the black lace out on my lap.

“Tell me the truth, little one. Is it wet?”

Groaning, I squeezed my eyes shut. My cheeks burned. I was breathing so heavily I felt dizzy.

Feeling his finger under my chin, my head turned at his command.

“Answer me.”

I could only nod.

His thumb caressed my lower lip. His voice was low and ominous when he spoke again. “I said… answer me.”

“Yes,” I choked out.

Richard smiled. “Good girl. Now place it on the table.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“But they’ll see… they’ll see… they’ll know…”

“They will see what I tell them to see.”

Afraid not to obey, I balled the panties up and placed them on the table between us. Their black fabric a stark beacon against the white linen tablecloth.

My hope that the waiters would not know they were panties were dashed when Richard, keeping his eyes trained on me, deliberately spread them out, displaying the unmistakable black “y” of my thong.

“We’ll have to see about getting you some proper lingerie, love.”

It would figure Victoria’s Secret panties would be too common for a man like Richard.

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