“Excited about tonight, chérie?” he asked in his deep voice, making a shiver go down my spine. “You look absolutely ravishing.”
“Thank you, I am looking forward to dinner,” I whispered in response, my eyes involuntarily going across the table to Bruno. He was looking at me too, eyes dark and filled with something inexplicable.
Sometimes I wondered whether he hated me. There was something about his heated gaze that made me sure he did. But his actions spoke otherwise.
As the waiters brought out caviar appetizers, I felt the toy start its slow vibrations, gently massaging a spot within me that needed to be touched so badly I wanted to beg for someone to do it. I shifted in my seat, trying to be discreet and hoping nobody noticed what was going on with me. Over the chatter of the other girls, at least nobody could hear the vibrations.
Bruno and Olivier didn’t say a word to each other, but Olivier tried on numerous occasions to speak to me. I felt wooden though, so scared I’d betray what was going on I couldn’t focus on the words coming out of my mouth.
How many of us had he sent the toy to? Were all the other girls wearing one? Was it making them feel like this, too? Uncomfortable and yet so very eager for that sweet release that never seemed to come…
Those questions popped up in my head as I struggled to keep it together. Was I imagining it or were the vibrations really getting stronger and stronger? I couldn’t take it. If it didn’t stop, I wasn’t going to be able to hide it anymore. I needed this. I deserved the release.
My hand touched Olivier’s on the table, and he turned toward me with a surprised glance.
“Olivier,” I whispered, the desperation obvious in my voice. “I can’t take it. Please.”
As soon as I uttered the words, the toy started vibrating even harder. I felt it massaging the most sensitive spot inside me, threatening to make me orgasm any second.
I got up on shaking legs, the eyes of the whole table on me.
“I… Excuse me,” I managed in a weak voice. “I have to… I need to powder my nose.”
The toy was relentless, picking up speed as I stumbled out of the room. I was shaking, trembling like a leaf. I nearly fell to my knees in the hallway where a uniformed waiter kindly pointed me to the restroom.
I opened the door to a beautiful, exquisite room and gawked at the sight of it. It was pretty in pink, with translucent shell-shaped sinks with gold pipes. It was made for a princess. The area with sinks was decked out with pretty, velvet pink chairs and loveseats, with complimentary products placed by the shell-shaped sinks.
I sank into one of the chairs, the insistent vibrations of the toy making me lose my mind. A part of me wanted to take it out, but another part was desperate for more.
The lights above me flickered on and off and I glanced upward. A moment later, I heard steps on the hallway behind the door, and managed to get up, running to one of the doors and closing it firmly behind me. Behind the door, there were two adjoining rooms, one with the toilet, and the other a smaller replica of the main room of the restroom.
I was grateful for the other loveseat, but before I could sink my weight into it, I heard the door of the bathroom opening and froze in fear.
The door knob rattled, sending shivers down my spine.
It’s just one of the other women, I tried to tell myself. They’re not going to come in here.
Suddenly, I was enveloped in complete darkness. The lights went out with a flicker and all my other senses heightened as the darkness swallowed me up.
I turned my head to the door. I became aware of another presence in the room, someone’s eyes on me in the dark. I felt it before his hand wrapped around my forearm, before he pressed me against the wall, holding me in place while I squirmed to get away.
“Olivier,” I breathed. “Stop, please.”
My helpless fingers brushed the expensive material of his tux and a moan escaped my lips as he reached for me, slapping my thighs apart.
He didn’t say a word. My breaths were coming in heavy as I followed his silent instructions, my legs parting for him eagerly.
He found the toy in seconds, knowing it was there. He pushed and pulled on it, making me moan out loud in ecstasy. I wanted more. I needed more. The ghost of my orgasm reminded me what was so close yet so out of reach.
“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Don’t torture me. Just let me have it. Let me have one.”
He grunted at the sounds I was making, and the toy sped up, the vibrations so intense I thought I’d fall apart in his arms. He masked my moans with his own grunts, one hand holding the small of my back and the other finding my clit, stroking in sweet, persistent motions that made my knees buckle. But he was there to hold me, to keep me upright, to bring more exquisite madness to my body.
I was right on the edge, so fucking close I could feel my body holding that release captive, not willing to let go until he let me. I succumbed to him, wanting him to have every bit of my vulnerability, every vestige of power channeled into holding my orgasm back.
“Please!” I cried out when the toy started up again. “Fuck, I can’t take it. Give me more. Please, I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” he grunted, and I shivered, nodding eagerly. His lips were almost on mine, so fucking close, his scent mixing with mine, his grunts making me rub on the toy, on his hand. I felt like a slut. A whore for the pleasure he was giving me. At that moment, I would have done anything for more.
The lights flickered to life for a second, and I saw his tux, his form towering over me, the shadow of stubble on his chin.
“Fucking come for me, little girl,” he ordered, and I came apart before his words really hit me.
“N-No,” I managed to mutter while he continued his assault, holding me in place. “You’re not-You’re not…”
“No,” he said viciously just as the lights turned on again and I was faced with the monster who’d used me, taken advantage. “No, I’m not him. But you wanted it to be me, didn’t you, little girl? You fucking craved me, you wanted me all along. You begged for it, Amber.”
It was too late to stop the waves of pleasure. My body rocked against his hand and he laughed out lout when I came, my breaths coming in fast as the first tear slipped down my cheek.
“I hate you,” I told him. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” he growled in my ear, and my knees went weak again. “If you did, you would have stopped me when you realized it was me. And what did you do instead, little girl?”
He brought his fingers to my lips, my own scent filling my nose and eliminating any trace of the perfume Olivier had created. My juices glistened on his fingertips and as he pressed them to my lips, I opened my mouth for him, feeling like a puppet without a will of my own.
“That’s a good girl,” he told me. “This is why I know you don’t belong with him, Amber. Because your pussy aches, needs, wants only one man.”
He pulled his fingers out of my mouth with a pop, gently stroking the hollow in my throat.
“And that man,” he said. “Is me.”
With those words, he walked away from me, not even throwing back a single glance when I whimpered and fell to my knees.
The door shut behind him and the light that seemed so alluring only minutes before was suddenly harsh and unforgiving. I stared at my crumpled form in the mirror, letting out a small sob and then shaking my head clear of Bruno and what he’d done to me. With my permission.