Sitting at the table, enjoying the various topics of conversation among the other guests, I felt his hand touch my thigh. With a gentle squeeze to gain my attention i felt his breath near my ear before he spoke.
"Do you know how badly I want you right now, Princess?" The soft sound of his commanding voice touching me, exciting me in places that tortured every inch of my of my sex and beyond. I closed my eyes and slightly shook my head in response. His hand began rubbing my thigh and I shifted in my seat letting him know I was getting aroused, this was not the time or the place for it. I heard his soft chuckle, "you need to stay still." I glanced at him seeing the sexy smirk on his face. The dinner continued on around us, and no one had noticed our private conversation. He made his intentions clear, and I was speechless. "Did you hear me?" "Yes... Sir" Motioning for me to turn my face back to the guests at the table, his hand started discreetly making its way under my dress. I felt the heat rush to my face, and held my breath. Soon his hand found its way to my naked inner thigh. "Remember... DON'T MOVE." A commanding whisper that only I could hear. As he reached for my panties, he quickly found out I wasn't wearing any and I heard him whisper under his breath, "Strike one" My clit throbbed at the pleasurable punishments that came to mind, and again I let out a soft moan. He shushed me teasing me by caressing my outer lips. My toes began to curl knowing that I wasn't allowed to move or give any indication as to the secret pleasure occurring under the table. Across the table our host, Martin, looked at me, "Gabriella, are you alright, you look flushed." I nodded my head giggling awkwardly, "I'm fine, I think I've just had a little too much wine." "Patrick, you might want to watch her drinking, we wouldn't want Gabriella to get too drunk," Martin said looking past me at my Sir. Patrick smiled and nodded his head, "Thank you Martin, I guess I need to keep a close eye on her for the rest of the evening." Another whisper "Strike two, for drawing attention to yourself." I bit my lip and shook my head in protest, but Patrick wasn't going to put up with it. "If you shake that head again, it'll be strike three Princess." Taking a deep breath, I attempted to center myself, when I felt his finger enter my slit slowly moving up and down, allowing my body to respond with a rush of warmth and wetness. My breathing became shallow, as I slowly spread my legs to allow him more access. "Did I ask you to spread your legs?" His voice sent another wave of arousal throughout my body. "No Sir" I took a big drink of water to cool myself down as he whispered, "That could've been another strike, but I love how eager you are to be naughty." I let out a small gasp as I felt his finger lingering at my entrance, slowing dipping into the source of my wetness. Another shush came from him as he made his way deeper inside me. "Don't move, Princess." I felt the familiar throbbing, my pussy yearning for his hard cock inside me, fucking me like I was a bad girl all day. I grabbed his hand has he started moving around faster, a sign that he was on the right track, but I couldn't hold myself back. His fingers were curling inside me, finding the right spot to drive me crazy. He knew this was the guaranteed way to make me cum. The sounds of the other guests disappeared as I focused on the dance his fingers were performing on my g-spot. Patrick was really going to go there, he was going to make me cum infront of all our friends. I shifted in my chair and immediately knew I was in trouble. "Strike three Princess, I said NO MOVING!" In the flash of the moment, I grabbed his thigh as I felt the rush of my orgasm tighten around his fingers. My body shook and I held my breath to ensure I didn't make a sound. Bit by bit he removed his fingers giving me aftershocks with each movement. He raised his fingers, glistening with my juices, placing them in his mouth. "Mmm, that's the best tasting dish of the evening." He grabbed my face gently lowering his lips onto mine, swirling his tongue around my lips then gently pushing my lips open to give me a deep passionate kiss. As he released me, he whispered, "Do you not agree you taste good on me?" "Yes Sir," I said breathlessly. "That was just the appetiser, wait until we get home. You have some punishments coming your way."
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I woke and reached for him, but he wasn’t there. My heart instantly panicked. I sat up and looked towards the bathroom door to see if maybe he was in there. But the door was open and the room was dark. It wasn’t like him to leave me alone in bed, he always woke me when he needed to get up. I climbed out of bed and put on my silk robe, the cool fabric against my skin made me slightly shiver.
I walked out of the bedroom, down the hall to his office and peeked my head through the door. It was dark and there was no sign he had been there. I checked the other bedrooms, wondering if perhaps he had gone into one of them, but nothing had been disturbed. Making my way downstairs, I called his name “Ronan?” but there was no answer. I looked outside and his car was still there, I found his phone on the counter in the kitchen next to his keys and wallet. He never left home without those. Walking by the back patio door, I heard a sniffle. Looking outside I saw him sitting on the patio with his head in his hands. Quietly I opened the door and stepped onto the cold concrete. I walked up behind him and realized he was crying. I gently placed my hand on his shoulder. “Ronan, what’s wrong?” I asked. He grabbed my hand, but he didn’t respond. I walked in front of him and kneeled down trying to make eye contact with him. “Ronan?” I said softly as I touched his knees. I saw the tears running down his face, his eyes red from crying. I leaned into him further and grasped his face in my hands, softly wiping away his tears. He closed his eyes and I felt him harden against my touch. “I’m… I’m sorry,” he stuttered as he removed my hands. “What are you sorry for?” I asked, sitting back on my heels. A long period of silence followed, the only sounds that surrounded us were crickets and the distant hooting of owls. I kept my eyes fixated on him, hoping in some way it would calm him. He kept avoiding eye contact with me, which was out of character for him. Ronan was always so dominant and never shied away from me. This was a new side of him that I hadn’t seen, and I was beginning to wonder if I had done something to upset him, or something that made him uncomfortable. Just as I was getting ready to suggest we go back to bed his brown eyes met mine, “I’m so sorry Sunshine.” I rubbed my hand on his knee, “What are you sorry for?” “I… I… I hurt you.” Eye contact was broken and I could see the tears welling up again. Trying to understand what he meant, I sat silent hoping he’d give me some clarification. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he gripped the arms of his chair. “Ronan, I don’t understand what you mean. Did you have a dream that you hurt me?” “No, I physically hurt you.” It clicked in my head, he was referring to the scene we had hours before. “You didn’t hurt me in the way you’re referring to. I enjoyed what you did, I wanted the type of pain you were giving me. It felt good.” He let out a sigh, and I reached for his face again, but he grabbed my hand to stop me. Our eyes met and I could see the pain behind them. “Ronan, we’ve always been truthful with one another. What makes you think that if you were hurting me beyond my limit, I wouldn’t let you know?” “You’re so sweet Sunshine, and I know that you do a lot to please me. I just thought that maybe you’d endure more pain than necessary to make me feel good. I took it too far tonight, you don’t deserve that much pain. I’m just a big piece of shit!” His head dropped back into his hands. “Maybe we took it too far, too fast.” I offered as a way to continue the conversation, I didn’t want him to shut me out, “Maybe we just need to back off for a while, go back to the basics, or renegotiate” “You must think I’m so weak. I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave.” His words were muffled but I understood them all. “Ronan, you’re all I want.” Tears started welling up in my eyes, “I’m here by my own choice! I don’t think you’re weak, I don’t think you hurt me, I don’t think that you’re a piece of shit! You’re human, you have emotions, and every right to feel those emotions as fully as you possibly can. But believe me when I say that I’m here, I’m not going anywhere unless you don’t want me anymore.” “Sunshine,” his voice was clearer as he pulled his hands away from his face, “I can’t be strong all the time.” A slight empathetic smile came across my face, “I’m not asking you to be strong all the time. I’m asking you to be yourself.” The tension in his shoulders visibly let up, and I could feel his mood starting to shift. “What do you need from me? What can I do to help you?” His gaze met mine once again, and I could see his Ronan spark returning. “Can we go back to bed and cuddle? I want to feel your head on my chest.” I smiled and nodded as I stood up offering him my hand. He grabbed it as he stood up and we headed back to bed. We got comfortable and I put my head on his chest hearing his heartbeat and him smelling my hair. I felt closer to him in the moment than I ever had, our relationship had just become more intimate and I was realizing I needed to be more aware of his needs and his emotions. He fell asleep before me, but before I closed my eyes I looked up at his face illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the window. The stubble on his chin, the fullness of his lips, these were things I didn’t have much time to focus on when he was awake, but they were the sweetest parts of him. |