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“You’re still being punished for disobedience, remember?” Joshua’s eyes were alight, but his face was a mask.
“Yes, Master,” Gabriele sighed, crestfallen.
“But if you be a very good girl for me tonight, I may still reward you.”
Gabriele shuddered. Joshua’s fingers were pressing into the hot mess of her panties and squishing the damp fabric against her pussy. Finally the torture of his teasing ended. He took his hand away and suddenly became brisk and business like. It was like he had flipped a mental switch. One moment he was leaning over Gabriele’s lithe beautiful body, inhaling the scent of her sex and fingering her pussy through her panties. The next moment he was the business man again; stern and aloof, controlled and rational.
“Straighten your clothes,” Joshua said to Gabriele as he snatched the car keys from the ignition. He adjusted his tie and then reached for the car door. “Our table will be waiting for us.”
Chapter 12:
The restaurant was located through double glass doors on one side of the hotel’s foyer. Joshua strode purposefully to the front desk where a well-groomed young man in a dark suit was waiting, holding a menu in one of his hands. Gabriele stood a pace back from the counter while Joshua spoke to the man, and she took the time to stare at the luxurious décor.
The restaurant was lit with overhead lights above each table, and more subdued lighting on the exposed brick walls. The windows that faced the busy street beyond were all shuttered making the interior cozy and intimate. Between the tables, waiters glided silently amidst the darkness.
The tone was hushed, and the tables well spaced, so that each one seemed secluded.
The waiter led Joshua and Gabriele to a corner of the restaurant and drew back Gabriele’s chair for her to sit. Joshua sat back in the shadows while the young man fussed over Gabriele. She was smiling; her eyes glittering, and her face aglow. At last the waiter set menus on the table, and then disappeared in a waft of cologne. Joshua felt into his coat pocket, and his fingers brushed against the wrapped package he had brought with him.
But before he could present the box to Gabriele, she suddenly pushed her chair back and her face was apologetic. “I’m sorry, Master. But I need to visit the bathroom to powder my nose after what we did in the car…” she didn’t need to say more. Joshua understood. He imagined that Gabriele’s tight young pussy was still a wet mess of agitation. He inclined his head.
“There are bathrooms just outside the glass doors in the hotel lobby,” he said. “While you’re gone, I will order for you.”
Gabriele nodded obediently and got to her feet. She snatched up her purse. She could feel her pussy still slowly throbbing, and her panties were now soaked and cold against her inner thigh. She needed to take them off.
Joshua watched Gabriele weave her way between the tables, admiring the way she walked, and the sensual sway of her hips. When she finally disappeared through the glass doors into the hotel foyer, he set the small box down in the middle of the table and hailed a waiter.
Champagne would be required.
The lobby of the hotel was packed with milling groups of people. By the reception desk stood knots of weary travelers amidst nests of luggage, while other groups clustered around the chairs and sofas that had been dispersed along the walls. Through the frenetic bustling activity, Gabriele saw the bathroom doors. She weaved her way through the crowd, oblivious to the faces all around her until suddenly one voice cut through the hubbub of background noise and stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Gabriele? Jesus!”
Gabriele froze. An ice chill ran down her spine. There were three young men in a group around a grey sofa. They were gathered about a young blonde woman who wore a provocatively short skirt and a low cut top. The woman was perched on the edge of her seat with her knees pressed demurely together, though it was clear to Gabriele, through a flash of feminine intuition, that the blonde was enjoying the attention that the men’s money could buy.
One of the men had noticed her and then done a double take of shock. He came towards her like a dying man in a desert who has sighted an oasis.
It was Randall.
He was unshaven; the hair on his chin and cheeks growing in scraggly tufts, and his jacket was rumpled as though he had slept in it the night before. His eyes were bleary, but glittering with sudden wolfish avarice.
“You look fucking sensational,” Randall pushed into her way, so she could not pass. His eyes crawled all over her body like grubby little fingers. Gabriele felt her breath catch in her throat. She suppressed a shudder but could not conceal the contempt of her expression. She stared at Randall with stone cold eyes.
He seemed not to notice. He was undressing her with his gaze.
“What do you want, Randall?”
He looked affronted. His face registered a pantomime of hurt. “Is that any way to greet your boyfriend?”
“Ex-boyfriend,” Gabriele reminded him. There was steel in her voice.
“Well at least I deserve a kiss.”
“No,” Gabriele said. “You don’t. You deserve everything you get… and you won’t be getting anywhere near me.”
She started to walk on, but Randall sidestepped like a bully in a school corridor, blocking her and leering. He reached out to stroke her arm as though the physical contact might sooth her, but Gabriele twitched away. This time she made no attempt to conceal her revulsion.
“Don’t you dare…” Gabriele gritted her teeth.
Randall arched his eyebrows. He looked back at the blonde and his buddies. He was smiling but there was menace in his expression that made Gabriele suddenly wary. “What if I do dare, Gabby?” Randall challenged her.
“If you lay a finger on me Randall, I’ll call the police.”
He laughed. “Really. Is that the best you can do? The cops would call it a lover’s tiff.” He arched his eyebrows and ran his tongue lasciviously between his teeth and inside the lips of his mouth. It was the most lewdly revolting gesture that Gabriele had ever seen.
“No, it’s not the best I can do,” she forced a wintery smile. “I can do something better.”
She turned on her heel and walked back towards the glass doors of the restaurant, knowing that Randall would follow her. She pointed through the door to where Joshua sat.
“See that gorgeous man?” she asked. “The one with the broad shoulders, the dangerous eyes, the square, determined jaw, and the muscled arms?”
“Yeah. So what?” Randall could smell Gabriele’s perfume and some other vaguely familiar aroma that was maddening him. His cock was hard in his pants, and all he could think about was reaching a hand under the hem of Gabriele’s short dress and fingering her pussy.
“That man – who happens to be ex-Navy – is my Master, Randall. I’m his submissive little slut.”
Randall’s face seemed to drain of all color. “Bullshit!” he gasped.
Gabriele met his gaze steadily. He knew then that it was the truth.
“You’re a fucking submissive for some guy? After all the fucking time I tried to get you to submit?” His anger came upon him like a hot rush of wind.
“That’s right, Randall,” Gabriele rubbed salt in the open wound of Randall’s ego. “And God, does that man know how to make a woman want to get on her knees and beg for his cock. I know I have on countless occasions. I just can’t get enough of him in my mouth…”
Randall’s eyes turned to dark dangerous specks. “Then why were you never like that for me, bitch?” he spat the last word with venom.
Gabriele stayed ice cold. The smile on her face was a provocative taunt that left Randall seething with futility.
