SovereignsChoice (15 page)

“It’s all right, young man,” Aiden says,
his deep voice soothing. “You may look if you want to.” He puts an arm around
me, drawing me to him, and cups one of my breasts. Casually, he begins teasing
my nipple. “My lover has beautiful breasts, don’t you think?”

“I…uh…” The young server swallows hard.
“I…yes sir,” he croaks, his eyes flickering over my chest again. “Yes, she
does.”

“They’re very sensitive, you know,” Aiden
continues. “Watch.” He pinches my nipple, drawing a low moan from my lips. “Sit
up a little straighter, darling,” he tells me. “Let our young friend see how
lovely you are.”

I stare straight down at the tabletop,
wishing I could sink right through the floor. And yet, as overwhelming as the
embarrassment is, there’s another emotion behind it. Can it be…pride? It’s
strange and perverse but I like it that a man as powerful and handsome as Aiden
James is proud to have me on his arm, that he wants to show me off. And there’s
an even more insidious feeling under all that—a little voice whispering that I
want to please my Master. That I want to do whatever it is he wants me to do.

I fight that little voice with all my might
but it’s a losing battle. Aiden’s casual touch on my breast has started a
familiar fire under my skin. All I can think of is the fact that if I please
him, he might finally take me as I so desperately need to be taken.

Taking a deep breath, I sit up straighter
and throw back my hair, giving the server a clearer view.

“Very good, my darling.” Aiden sounds extremely
pleased. He nods at the server. “You may give us the menus and tell us the specials
now, if you wish.”

The server who has been standing there
wide-eyed, taking us both in, jumps quickly to attention as though someone has
goosed him. “Uh, of course.” Quickly he shoves the menus at us, being very
careful not to touch my hand when he gives me mine. He rattles off a list of specials
but I don’t hear a word he says, mainly because Aiden is still stroking and
teasing my captive nipple with one hand as he holds his menu with the other.

“We’ll have the
Chateaubriand
for
two, medium rare with the usual sides. Also a bottle of your best red. A Pinot
Noir should suffice, I think,” he says.

“Yes sir. Of course, sir.” The waiter nods hastily
and takes our menus. He nearly trips on the way out because his eyes are glued
to my breasts.

“Well.” Aiden sounds amused. “If you had
any doubts about how lovely you are, I trust that little scene laid them to
rest. He could barely keep his eyes off you.”

“That’s because youcouldn’t keep
your handsoff me,” I accuse him breathlessly. “Maybe if you wouldn’t
fondle me in public, he would have been able to ignore me.”

“Darling, no one seeing you in all your
beauty could ignore you,” Aiden murmurs, his gray eyes growing hot. “And I
understand that you’re feeling a little exposed tonight—”

“A
little
exposed?” I exclaim.

“But,” Aiden continues, frowning. “I’m not
going to put up with any more defiance. You will obey me in all things tonight
or I will punish you very,
very
thoroughly once we return home. Do I
make myself clear?”

“Yes Master,” I whisper tightly. His stern
tone makes me feel like a naughty child. I’m filled with a strange mixture of
resentment and desire when he talks to me like this.

“Very good.” He strokes my cheek and his
voice drops to a softer tone. “I shouldn’t always have to threaten and punish
you, Emma. It gives me great pleasure to show off your beauty—I’m proud to have
such a lovely woman on my arm. But it would give me even greater pleasure if
you would submit without a fight.”

I feel myself melt a little inside at his
soft words. After all, no matter what he’s demanding of me, it’s hard to stay
mad at someone who thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous. Especially if you grew up
with the opposite opinion about yourself, as I have. It’s like being the ugly
duckling all your life only to be told you’re actually a swan. But it’s not
just telling—I can see in Aiden’s gray eyes that he actually sees me as a swan.
To him, I am the most beautiful and interesting woman in the room. I can’t help
responding to that—I just can’t.

“All right, Master,” I say softly.

Aiden’s eyes hold my own and for a moment I
think he’s going to kiss me. I’m already leaning in, anticipating the delicious
taste of his mouth again when the young server comes back again. His Adam’s
apple bobs nervously as he swallows and he nods deferentially to Aiden. “Your
wine, sir,” he murmurs, presenting a green glass bottle on a tray.

“Open it,” Aiden commands. Then, as the
server fumbles with the cork, he turns to me and calmly begins unbuttoning my
blouse.

My heart is in my mouth as his long fingers
skim over my breasts. I risk a glance to see if the server notices what is
going on. He does. He has the wine bottle open and a glass in one hand but he’s
completely forgotten about pouring. Instead, he’s watching mutely as Aiden slowly
and methodically opens the thin silk blouse, baring my breasts completely.

Finally Aiden pulls the blouse all the way
open so that it hangs by my sides, putting my naked breasts on display. Then he
sits back and nods to the server who is standing there, frozen. “You may pour,”
he murmurs softly.

The server must wonder what the hell is
going on but he pours a small amount into a long-stemmed crystal wineglass and
hands it mutely to Aiden.

Aiden takes the glass, swirls it, looks at
the color and inhales deeply, taking in the aroma. Then, instead of taking a
sip to test it, he puts it on the table and dips his forefinger in the dark red
liquid. He turns to me and cups one of my naked breasts in his other large
hand. Slowly, carefully, he traces my nipple, circling my areola, gently
painting my sensitive bud with the red wine.

I bite back a gasp as the cool wine makes
my nipple tighten into a hard little nub. Goddess, I can’t believe Aiden is
doing this! But he is. And as the server and I both watch, he leans down and
sucks my nipple into the hot, wet depths of his mouth.

I moan aloud as his tongue caresses me,
lapping the wine from my flesh. Dear Goddess, how can anything so embarrassing
also be so hot? If anything remotely like this had happened to me a few weeks
ago I would have pushed the guy off me, slapped his face and left in a huff.
But with Aiden, all I want is more. All I want is to submit, even though I know
it’s wrong.

At last Aiden straightens up and nods at
the server as though he’s done nothing unusual. “An excellent vintage. Please
continue to pour.”

Wide-eyed, the server silently does as he
is commanded. Then he croaks a promise that the bread basket will be out soon
and scurries away.

Aiden turns to me once more. “That was
excellent, darling. You did very well.”

“Yes Master,” I whisper, my heart pounding.
I can’t believe I’m sitting here in a public restaurant with my bare breasts on
display, being fondled by the man I now call Master. And yet, here we are.
“Why?” I ask him, trying to frame the right question. “Why…do you want to do
this? To put me on display?”

Aiden looks suddenly serious. “Think of
this as training, darling. When the time comes I may need you to submit to me
in a place more public than this. You have to be ready.”

“What place?” I ask in a fierce whisper.
“What are you planning to do with me, Aiden.”

He kisses me lightly, making me want more
despite myself. “Anything I want, my darling Emma. But I promise, you’ll enjoy
it.”

I open my mouth to answer but just then the
server is back again with the bread. He deposits it on the table, takes a quick
glance at my breasts and flees.

“You have the poor boy completely smitten,”
Aiden murmurs, sounding amused. “Would you like a bite of bread, darling?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think I’m hungry
anymore.”

“That’s too bad.” Aiden’s large, warm hand
finds my thigh and begins to massage lightly. “I guess we’ll have to work on
satisfying your other appetites then.” The hand travels up, sliding higher to
find the junction of my thighs.

“Aiden…Master,” I whisper pleadingly. But I
don’t know if I want him to stop or to never stop. And anyway, his hand is
already cupping my bare pussy.

“Always so wet,” he murmurs as his finger
slips between my pussy lips. “So hot and tight and ready for me.”

Just then I hear the waiter coming back.

“Master,” I moan, trying to close my
thighs, to deny him entrance even though he’s already got his fingers buried to
the hilt inside my heated cunt.

Aiden frowns reprovingly. “No, Emma,” he
tells me. “Spread your legs. Don’t try to hide your pleasure from me.”

I think about saying that Aiden isn’t the
one I want to hide from but just then the server appears with our steak. I
clamp my lips together, determined to reveal nothing as, under the table, Aiden
continues to explore my pussy. But I’m sure the poor server
must
know
something is going on by my flushed cheeks and rapid breathing.

“Cut some of that into bite-sized pieces,”
Aiden directs him, nodding at the truly monstrous steak which has been unloaded
onto the table before us. “I want to be able to feed it to my lovely
companion.”

If the server guesses that Aiden can’t do
the cutting himself because his hands are busy, he doesn’t say anything. He simply
nods, swallows nervously and begins to cut.

I stare at the steak, biting my lip hard to
try to keep back the moans. My pussy is so wet and swollen I’m actually
throbbing with the need to come. Aiden’s fingertips have found my clit and are
teasing it unmercifully, circling slowly first one way and then the next before
dipping down to my entrance to get more honey.

Suddenly Aiden’s fork clatters to the floor
under the table.

“I’ll get it, sir,” the waiter says at
once.

“Of course.” Aiden sounds amused.

My heart is suddenly pounding so hard it
seems as if it’s trying to break free of my ribs. Oh my Goddess! I know what
the server is going to see when he goes to retrieve the lost fork. Frantically
I try to close my legs again.

Aiden gives me a stern look even as he
slides my skirt higher with his other hand. “Open your thighs, Emma. Wide
.
”

The server ducks under the table and I want
to say no. I want to tell Aiden I have no wish to put on a show. Instead I find
my thighs spreading, opening wide just as he orders.

“Good,” Aiden murmurs. “Now sit back,
darling. Relax and let me touch you.”

I sit back obediently and feel Aiden
spreading my pussy lips wide, putting my inner cunt on display.

Under the table I hear a muffled gasp and then
a soft groan. Apparently the server is enjoying the show.

“Take your time,” Aiden tells him, still
sounding amused. “I’m sure the fork is under there somewhere.” As he speaks, he
slowly circles my clit with one finger before plunging it deep into my pussy
and finger-fucking me hard.

I moan and buck my hips—I can’t help it.
I’m close…so damn close. But still I can’t seem to come.

There’s a bang from the underside of the
table and the cutlery jingles together, as though the server bumped his head.
He emerges from under the tablecloth at last, looking sheepish. “I uh, found
your fuck—I mean your
fork
.I found your
fork
,sir!”
he babbles, holding up the offending silverware.

“I’m sure you did,” Aiden says. “Take it
away and bring me another.”

“Yes sir. Right away, sir!” The waiter
scurries off again.

“You’re doing very well tonight, Emma,” my
Master tells me, his gray eyes hot as he looks at me. “I’m very pleased with
you.”

“Thank you,” I whisper. As always his
approval fills me with pleasure. I don’t know what to think about all this—I feel
so mixed-up inside. Hot and embarrassed and so close to the edge I can hardly
breathe. Honestly, right now I’m just trying to get through the evening without
exploding.

The server brings another fork and Aiden
feeds me small pieces of the melt-in-your-mouth tender steak and a few bites of
bread. The food is delicious but I hardly register what I’m eating. The only
thing that cuts through the steady rush of lust I’m feeling is the
embarrassment every time the server comes back and watches us with those wide,
uncertain eyes. It seems as if the meal will never come to an end.

But somehow, it does.

“Have you enjoyed your meal, darling?”
Aiden asks me tenderly as the server clears away the last of the food and
departs.

“Yes,” I whisper. “It was…delicious.”

“Almost as delicious as your submission,”
he says softly. “But now, before we order dessert, I think you need one more
course.”

“Another course?” I don’t know what he
means. Honestly I have no appetite for anything else.

“Something you enjoy often at home,” Aiden
prompts me. Then he unzips his expensive black slacks. “Suck me, Emma,” he
murmurs, his eyes burning into mine. “I want to fuck your sweet mouth.”

I feel a rush of heat spreading all over
me. Goddess, I
so
shouldn’t want to do this. But the look in those gray
eyes and the command in his voice makes me feel as if I’m melting from the
inside out. Without a word of protest, I lean over and bury my head in his lap.
Breathing in his warm, spicy scent, I rub the hot shaft of his cock lovingly
against my cheek before taking the broad head into my mouth.

Bern’s has a separate dessert room but when
the server comes back to escort us there, Aiden elects to stay in our
semi-private booth. He orders the bananas foster and drops another fork to give
our wide-eyed waiter a chance to duck back under the table and watch me slowly
sucking my Master’s cock.

I keep my eyes tightly closed as my
Master’s thick shaft fucks gently into my mouth. I’m unwilling to open them and
admit that the server is watching. Aiden strokes my hair gently and murmurs
encouragement and praise, apparently completely unembarrassed to be seen this
way. At last, to my relief, the server “finds” the fork and leaves again, to
put in our dessert order.