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He put the mask over her eyes and adjusted it on her nose to ensure she was absolutely blinded. Her other senses heightened joyfully in response.
He put a raw oyster to her lips. “Eat!”
The aphrodisiac meat snaked down her throat.
“Alexis, you are fucking sexy as hell,” Zane muttered under his breath.
He dangled a piece of succulent lobster over her mouth. Warm butter dripped on her face and ran down her chin. She licked her lips lasciviously. She opened her mouth for the morsel, but he teased her and snatched it away. All at once, he bent over her and put his whole mouth over her buttery chin and suckled it. It was the strangest, most erotic thing anyone had ever done to her.
“Butter is delicious,” Zane mused, audibly smacking his lips when he finished.
“Still hungry, my love?”
She mouthed the word “Yes.”
“Poor baby.”
Eventually, he relented and put the small piece of lobster in her mouth with his long, erotic fingers. His index and middle fingers were covered with butter, and she sucked on them greedily. When they were clean, he put his butter-drenched thumb in her mouth; she licked, and swirled, and sucked it until he was groaning aloud.
With his other hand, he stroked her naked sex.
Within moments, she shuddered to another climax.
“Good girl,” he praised her.
“Wench!” Alexis heard Rod say. The woman entered immediately. “We’ll take our dessert to go.”
Alexis was still lying on the leather table naked, gagged, blindfolded and mummified in pink plastic wrap. She didn’t dare move, although she felt a moment of panic. They wouldn’t leave her there, would they? Doms chaining up their sub for hours or days at a time at home was one thing. That was all part of the game.
But leaving her tied up and helpless in public was quite another.
She willed herself to trust them.
Relax.
They were theCapitanesand she was their doxy.
Doms and sub.
“We have to get you home, my dear,” Zane whispered tenderly in Alexis’s ear.
She agreed.
“We can’t do the things we want to do to you here.”
She agreed again. She hoped they meant what she did.
Zane removed the black eye mask from her face and put it back in his coat pocket. He took back his necktie and slung it over his shoulder. He smiled like a chivalrous gentleman as he helped Alexis sit up, and slowly he unwound every inch of plastic wrap from her body. He stroked her calves affectionately as he replaced her stockings and twin lace garter belts, raining butterfly kisses upon her silky skin as he moved. He positioned her thigh boots and zipped them shut before he dragged her skirt up over her hips.
Expertly, Rod placed her bra correctly over her bounteous breasts and smoothly snapped the hooks closed with deft fingers. He could probably do that blindfolded with one hand tied behind his back, she thought. For some reason, it made Alexis jealous that he was so familiar with the workings of a woman’s undergarments. A man didn’t learn how to hook a bra like that without practice.
A lot of practice.
Once she was dressed again, Rod draped his long dress coat gallantly over her shoulders and helped her to her feet. He left two hundred-dollar bills on the table for their server. Alexis’s legs shook and she stumbled.
He put his strong arm about her waist to steady her.
The woman returned with two generous doggy bags. “Civet coffee and chocolate strawberries in this bag,” she said. “The rest of your steak and seafood is in the other one.”
