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My lips part, my face flushes red, and once again, I can tell that Carson likes this— he likes my nerves, my timidity. He smiles with one corner of his mouth, and continues. “So, here’s my suggestion, so that we both get what we need from this. I’ll give you information for your story, like I promised. And you give me…you.”
“I…I don’t know exactly what that means,” I stammer.
“Not sex,” he says, though it seems to pain him to set this limit. “Just…something to satisfy me.”
“Like what?” I ask, my stomach churning with butterflies, my nipples tightening.
He breathes deeply, and his eyes get hungry at my question, at how open-ended it is. “Tell me what sort of panties you’re wearing under that little dress, Astrid.”
I inhale and feel my already-wet panties grow even more so. “They’re gray,” I say in a whisper. “Lacy. Thong.”
He makes a throaty sound, takes another long, deep breath. “Bra?”
“Blue. They don’t match. I don’t— I don’t really have matching sets like that,” I say, shrugging as my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
He lets his eyes linger on my breasts for a long while. My breath is quickening under his gaze, and I’m growing very, very wet. My eyes drift shut despite the fact that we’re right here in public, diners all around us, waitresses buzzing by…and yet all I can think of is how it felt on the phone, how it felt to have him give me orders, how it felt to obey him.
“You have quite the effect on me,” Carson says in a growling sort of voice. I smile nervously, and then he reaches over and takes my hand in his. He’s gentle, but it still shocks me, and now I know he can feel me shaking. His palm dwarfs mine, and he goes still for a moment, like he’s letting me get used to the feeling of our skin touching— even though I’m fairly certain I’ll never get used to this feeling, all electric and terrifying and perfect.
Carson locks eyes with me as he takes my hand off the table and draws it toward his lap. I realize what he’s doing to do a moment before it happens, and I must look scared, because he makes a gentle “shushing” sound just before he presses my hand against his pants— against his cock.
I’ve never touched a man before, and I know if Carson weren’t holding my hand against him, I’d yank my fingers away in fear, despite the fact that I like it.
I like touching him this way.
His cock is hard, and feels huge— long and thick and pulsing. Carson groans quietly, then cautiously moves his hand away. I keep my hand on him, and in a few moments, I dare to move my fingers along the edges of his cock, exploring it’s outline, working out just how long it is. Arianna was right— he’s massive, so much so that I can’t imagine what I’m feeling fitting into my pussy. Carson watches me stroke him, jumps when I press my thumb against the tip of his cock. I smile despite myself— I like watching him react to me.
“I don’t know if a woman has ever made me this hard,” he says in a low voice. He looks like he’s about to continue when suddenly our waitress reappears. My instinct is to withdraw my hand, but Carson is faster than me— he puts his hand back over mine, pressing my palm to his cock while he calmly asks the waitress for another glass of wine and a few appetizers. I’m unable to speak, shocked that he’d be so brazen. What if she saw? What if she figured out what was going on? When she disappears I laugh nervously, and Carson releases my hand, letting me pull it away from his cock. I instantly miss the heat of it.
“Astrid,” he says calmly. “Take your panties off.”
“Here?” I ask, eyes wide.
He nods. “Take them off, and I’ll owe you another answer for your story. See? It’s the perfect arrangement. We both get what we need.”
Right, right, the story. Of course. I totally hadn’t been about to take my panties off just because Carson told me to…
I meet his eyes, drumming up the courage to do as he asked. There’s a tablecloth, so no one should be able to see if I’m clever about it. I take a breath, then hike the edge of the dress up a few inches, tugging my panties down to my thighs. Carson watches without restraint, and I hear him growl when my panties are finally far enough down my thighs that he can see them. He licks his lips as I cautiously wiggle them down my legs, then lift my feet to slide them off my heels. I immediately grab for my purse to hide them away, when Carson clears his throat.
