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“Nick Vincelli, you are so bad.”
“Thank you,” he shot back, “now if you’re through complimenting me, which will it be?”
“I’ll take off my panties.”
“That leads to another choice. When they’re off, you’ll lift your skirt and sit your naked ass on the seat, or your dinner napkin.”
“Good grief,” she grunted, picking up the white linen napkin and flapping it open. “How am I supposed to do this?” she added, glancing around at the other diners.
“Discreetly.”
“So bad,” she muttered, placing her hands under the table. “So, so bad.”
Watching her wriggle as she removed her underwear, then surreptitiously placed the white cloth on the seat, his cock surged to life, and he longed to move his hand between her legs and touch her naked pussy.
“Give them to me,” he ordered, reaching across the table.
Though she didn’t speak, her face flushed, but quickly glancing around, she placed her balled-up fist over his palm.
“Forget bad,” she whispered as she delivered her panties, “you’re diabolical.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“Possibly, but diabolical fits you better.”
“Aren’t these lovely?” he remarked, opening his fingers and admiring the red lace. “Ah, perfect timing, here comes our waiter,” he muttered, quickly slipping them into his pocket.
As he placed their order, he saw her lift her glass, but rather than sip the champagne, she downed two quick gulps.
“Trying to settle your nerves?” he asked as the waiter left.
“I’m just wondering what comes next.”
“I’m not sure you’re ready.”
“Remember what I said about anticipation being torture? By the way, how many choices will you be giving me?”
“That depends on you. I’ll continue until you behave.”
“I am behaving!”
“Protesting isn’t behaving. Saying ‘yes, Sir’ and doing as you’re told without question or comment is behaving.”
He saw the flicker of understanding cross her eyes.
“Yes, Sir, I understand,” she replied with a sigh.
“Good, now play with your clit.”
He could almost hear her silent objection, but it was fleeting.
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled, slipping her hand beneath the table.
Picking up his glass, he sat back in his chair and savored the sight of her crimson face for a few silent moments, then leaned across the table. “Here’s your next choice; while your fingers are busy between your legs, you can tell me one of your fantasies, or I’ll describe something I intend to do with you.”
“Please, will you tell me what you intend to do with me, Sir?”
“If I do, I’ll describe what will happen later tonight, and that will include a question and answer session. You’ll have to tell the truth, and I’ll know if you’re lying.”
