63. Public exhibit


    <<. Avery. >>


    I look at him, confused.


    "You can''t be serious..." I say as a shiver passes down my whole body.


    He quirks his brow and I sputter, "Ex- excuse me.. I need to go...


    I get up and rush towards the restrooms, breathing hard.


    I walk into the stall. Oh my God. How could he be so sincere a minute and be inappropriate the next freaking second?


    Not even in my wildest dreams I would admit to anyone that the idea tingled me. I rushed away because I was afraid I would do exactly what he asked me. Sometimes I had so much control over me I could ride him there if he asked me to. This is why I''m hiding in this stall right now.


    I walk out of the women''s restroom and lean onto the small balcony of the restaurant. It''s at the back of the building. Celebrities use back doors to enter the restaurants when they want to avoid paparazzi. Maybe next time Ran could drop me at the back doors.


    I lean on the railing, thinking. How would it work now? Would he be willing to go on regr dates? or will we keep it limited to the training now?


    I am fine with either of those as long as he makes amitment to spending time with it. It''s first step of any rtionship.


    Before I can turn, two hands mp down on the railing on either side of my body, trapping me in between. Mile''s warm scent hits my nostrils. I take a deep breath and reply, "I was about toe back."


    "That''s not how this works, Avery." He nudges his nose into my hair and takes a deep breath. "Are you being defiant on purpose? So I will punish you?"


    "I am not being defiant. I-


    "Did I give you permission to talk?" He asks in an ice cold voice. His breath is warm in my ear.


    "I need permission to talk?"


    "If you sign a BDSM contract with me... You need permission for everything,


    Avery." He closes the distance and presses his hard length into my hips.


    I want to object. There is no way I would agree to that, but it''s hard to think.


    17:23


    He removes a hand from the railing and trails his fingers down my cheek, over my shoulder, towards the side of my breast.


    "It''s important that you realize how this will work. I don''t want any


    misunderstandings."


    "But-We haven''t talked yet."


    He nods behind me. "We will talk.. and cover everything... for now you need to understand that I will own you. At office... at the house and at the club. All the time."


    Did he say house?


    It''s hard to focus with his finger, leaving a sensation all over my body.


    "Okay..." I breathe out.


    "Good girl." His fingers go off course, moving down to the hem of my dress.


    I stiffen when he pulls my dress up


    I nce around nervously. We''re in a moderately hidden area, but it''s still public. I jerk away, but even with one arm, he holds me in ce between his body and the balcony''s edge.


    "What are you doing?" I gasp when his fingers reach up my inner thighs.


    "Checking my assets..." His fingers push underneath the thin fabric of my panties and brush against my clit. I throw my head back and he crushes me against him, thrusting his cock against my hips harder.


    "We can''t do this here," I say. My heart is hammering against my chest.


    "Sure we can," he says in a low voice. "Why do you think I picked out this dress? Easy ess."


    I blink. Did he know we will talk? Fuck, Why I am so easy on him. Does he always have his way with girls?


    Heat pools both in my cheeks and between my legs. He chuckles as my core bes wet and slick. He swirls his thumb around in a circlezily.


    I gasp when his finger pushes


    between my folds, pressing into my core. He inserts one finger and groans into my ear. "God, how the hell are you so freaking tight...."He takes a bite at my nape and asks, "When was thest time you fucked?"


    "At resort.." I breathe out.


    His grip on me tightens.


    "Trainers haven''t fucked you yet?"


    "No.." I breathe out.


    "Good! That''s good," he says in approval.


    17:23


    Voices echo off the hallway and I go stiff as a group of girls walks towards the restroom. I push aside him aside but he doesn''t bulge.


    "Miles, please let me go."


    "Come for me... Then you can go." He slides his fingers, stretching me from the inside. I shudder at the strange sensation of being full. "Just do this one thing, and I will take you home."


    I swallow hard. My each nerve is on high alert. "I can''t... with people around... I cannot," I tell him in panic


    "I think you can... You need to learn to let go," he replies, pumping his fingers in and out. My knees buckle and he glides his free arm around my waist. "You know you want it. Look at you. You''re shaking. Let it go..."


    "Someone may catch us. I am scared, Miles." But the idea is so thrilling... A jolt explodes through me.


    "Your pussy is throbbing for me, Avery." His thumb brushes over my clit and. "If you want this to be over? Thene for me."


    "Yes... "I hiss. "I am trying."


    Each time the heel of his hand


    presses my clit, I grind against it to


    seek friction. My heartbeat


    hammers against my chest and body grows hotter with each step the group of girlse closer. The


    idea that they know what we are doing pushes me towards the edge harder.


    I don''t want him to stop anymore.


    "Come for me, Avery." It''s like a switch flips. My skin pricks with awareness. When


    the girls pass us they go quiet.


    They know!


    The orgasm explodes through my whole body at realization, spreading sweet and sharp from my core. I bite down my bottom lip to hold my cry. My knees buckle and Miles calmly holds onto me as I ride his hand and shatter into pieces.


    "That''s it... such a good-good girl," he purrs, slowing his movements.


    I grab onto the railing to hold myself straight. I nce towards the girls who have entered the restroom.


    "They knew..." I pant. I wait for shame to flood. But it doesn''t. Surprisingly the idea tingles me.


    I smooth out my dress, feeling the ghost of his fingers still inside me, "Congrattions on your first public exhibit," He says and I look at his face. His eyes are full of mischief.


    Is this how it will be if I be his sub? Would we be into a 24 by 7 rtionship?


    I want to deny this, but the sparking heat coursing into my body is making me promises of new things.


    He looks at me and tastes his fingers as I breathe heavily.


    17:23


    "I- I think we need to talk..."


    17:23