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As soon as he ducks out, Aiden raises me gently
and kisses me on the lips. “You have such a talented mouth, darling, and you’re
doing so well. If you can just make it through dessert, I’ll take you home and
fuck you.”

His words send my heart skittering against
my ribs. Goddess, I’m so hot right now. So incredibly unfulfilled. And I want
him. I want that long, thick cock I was just sucking to be deep in my pussy.
But I’m wary of what I have to do to get it.

“What…” I clear my throat. “What do I have
to do to make it through dessert?”

“Stand up and I’ll show you,” Aiden says.

I bite my lip. Standing up means exposing
myself even further. Then again, the server has pretty much seen it all at this
point. Slowly, I do as I’m told.

“Very good,” Aiden murmurs and I see him
take something long and thick out of his pocket. “Now bend over and place your
hands on the tabletop, darling.” He gestures at the table, which has been completely
cleared of dishes and silverware. It’s a vast expanse of white cloth with the
single candle, which has long since gone out, resting in the middle.

I shouldn’t do this,
I tell myself.
I shouldn’t want to do this.
But I can’t help
it, somehow I do. Some twisted part deep inside me wants to please my Master
more than it wants to keep my dignity. And right now, that part is in control.

Slowly I lean over the table and rest my
hands and forearms on the creamy-white linen. My bare breasts hang down like
ripe fruit, my nipples dark pink against the light tablecloth.

Aiden murmurs his approval. “Now,” he says,
“Spread your legs so I can get to your pussy.”

I look over my shoulder as apprehension
stabs through me. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to fuck you—with this.” He holds
up the long, thick thing he pulled out of his pocket earlier. It’s a vibrator—a
dark purple one. With a twist of his wrist, Aiden turns it on and a low but
powerful humming sound fills the air.

Somehow the sound seems to break the spell
I’ve been under for the past two hours. “What?” I exclaim. “You’re really going
to…fuck me with that thing when the server comes back?”

“We’ll start now to get you warmed up,” he
says, as though it’s a foregone conclusion that I’ll stand there bent over with
my legs splayed wide open and let him fuck me with the thick purple vibrator in
public.

“
Aiden
,
” I start to protest
but just then he strokes the buzzing, humming head of the vibrator over my
sensitive clit. I jump and moan at the instant shock of pleasure that courses
through my entire body. I hear Aiden murmur something about how responsive I am
and then he’s sliding the thick vibrating cock deep inside my pussy.

And just then I hear the server coming back
again. But this time he’s not alone.

As
two
sets of footsteps and
two
voices approach our booth, something snaps inside me. It’s one thing to have
the server we’ve had attending us all night see me like this but to have
another, a complete stranger…or maybe he’s even brought the manager, maybe
there have been complaints…

I can’t! Oh my Goddess, I just can’t!
I bolt up from my prone position, pushing the buzzing purple
vibrator out of me. I pull my top closed and push down my skirt. Then I grab
the black wrap from the seat beside me, pull it around me, trying to cover as
much as I can, and sit back down, making sure to keep at the far end of the
seat from Aiden.

All the motions seem lightning fast to me
but I know for a fact he’s much, much faster. He could have stopped me, could
have forced me to do as he said. Instead he sits there, his face like stone,
not looking at me as the servers come into our alcove.

Our original server looks at me, then at
Aiden, a question in his eyes. Disappointment flits over his face but he’s obviously
wise enough not to say anything. The second sever looks at his friend with
curiosity and then shakes his head. Without saying a thing, they quickly prepare
the dessert and flambé it tableside.

They serve it to us quickly, in two china
bowls heaped with vanilla-bean ice cream, and then leave, murmuring hopes that
we’ll enjoy.

Of course we do nothing of the kind. We sit
there in silence for what seems an eternity as the ice cream melts and the
caramelized bananas grow cold. Finally Aiden speaks.

“Emma,” he says softly. “I’m disappointed
in you.”

I start to talk, wanting to defend myself,
but he only shakes his head.

“Come on, we’re going home.”

“Come on, Emma,” Lexy whines, breaking my
train of thought. “It’s been weeks since he chose you. It’s not just that I
want to see his house—I missyou.”

I blink my eyes, trying to bring myself
back to reality. My recollection of the night before is so vivid I can almost
see the disappointment in my Master’s wintry-gray eyes. When we got home, I
expected a very severe punishment—maybe a whipping so hard I wouldn’t be able
to sit down for a month.

What I got instead was…nothing.

Aiden simply left me in the room without
saying good night or tucking me in. He didn’t whip me or spank me or bathe me
or kiss me. In fact, he completely ignored our whole nighttime routine.

That morning at breakfast, he barely spoke
to me. I felt miserable and depressed and angry but what could I say? I wasn’t
going to apologize for not letting him fuck me to orgasm in front of two
strangers. He had no right to do that to me, I tell myself. No matter what the
rules of the Sacrifice said. And yet…the look of disappointment on his face was
somehow worse than any of the punishments he’s given me.

He didtake time to fit the harness
on me, however. And perversely, the phallus he inserted into my pussy was the
thick purple vibrator from the night before. I know it’s a reminder of how I
disobeyed him but he didn’t talk about it. He didn’t say much of anything, simply
gave me his usual instructions about not removing it. Then he left and for the
first time since I came to live at his house and belong to him, I cried.

“Emma?” Lexy asks again and I know I have
to stop thinking about him or I’m going to cry again. Goddess, I’m so emotional
lately. I would swear my period was coming on but I haven’t had The Dream. So I
guess I’m just upset about the situation with Aiden.

“I’m sorry,” I say, sniffing. “I just…
Things haven’t been great with Aiden lately.”

Her response is immediate and indignant.
“Did he hit you? What did he do to you? I don’t care if he’s the Sovereign or
not, I’ll come get you right now if you want.”

“No, nothing like that,” I protest. Of
course, Aiden doespunish me on a regular basis but I’m not about to
tell her that. She’d misunderstand for sure. I take a deep breath. “It’s not
anything he did to me. It’s more like…something I wouldn’t do for him. And it
made him mad. Well, maybe upset is a better word. Uh…disappointed.”

“Sweet Goddess,” she exclaims. “What the
hell did he want you to do?”

“I, uh, really don’t want to talk about
it.” I clutch the old-fashioned princess phone to my ear. “Look, I should go.”

“Oh no you don’t! I can tell when you’re
upset and I’m not getting off the phone until you tell me why.”

“Lexy—”

“Better yet,” she continues, sounding both
excited and determined. “I’m coming over. I know where he lives and he’s not
going to stop me from seeing you one minute more.”

Actually, Aiden isn’t the one stopping her.
I’ve been holding off on letting her come over because of the damn harness I
always have to wear but I’m not about to say that. “Lexy, really this isn’t a
good idea,” I hedge.

“What isn’t a good idea is leaving you to
stew in your misery,” she says. “Besides, I need to see you. I’ve got something
to tell you I can’t say to you over that ridiculous antique phone. Something
about
him
.” I’ve told her all about the old princess phone and how it
may or may not be monitored at Aiden’s discretion.

“Lexy—” I start again but she’s having none
of it. “No more excuses, Emma. I’m coming over
now
.”

“Well if you have to come over at least
bring me some clothes and my cell phone,” I say, stalling for time. “You know
where I keep everything.” My apartment is a second-story corner loft in the
cheap part of Ybor City and Lexy has the only spare key.

She sighs. “All right, I’ll swing by your
place. But then I’m on my way over. So you’d better tell the blind butler guy
to make an extra grilled cheese for lunch. Company’s coming.”

“Lexy!” I exclaim. But she’s already
blowing me kisses and hanging up. Oh Goddess, she’s on the way.

I hang up the phone with a clunk and look
down at myself. I am sitting at Aiden’s huge mahogany desk naked, wearing
nothing but the black leather collar and the leather harness, which straps
around my thighs and holds the vibrator inside me. What am I going to do? And
what
am I going to wear?

I hop up from the desk, moving awkwardly as
the vibrator shifts inside me, and hurry to the bedroom. Lexy drives like a bat
out of hell—even a side trip to the other side of town won’t slow her down
much. She’ll be here before I know it and I
don’t
want to meet her naked
at the door wearing nothing but my oh-so charming but rather unconventional
collar and dildo ensemble.

There
are
clothes that fit me in
Aiden’s wardrobe—unfortunately, most of them are fairly obscene. Oh they’re
classy—don’t get me wrong. There are no naughty nurse or she-devil outfits. Everything
is top of the line, name brand, designer and very,
very
expensive. I know
because I’ve found a few articles with the price tags still on them. But everything
is either too high cut or too low cut or transparent. And it’s all very
form-fitting—Aiden likes clothing that shows off my hourglass shape.

Finally I find a pair of black leggings and
a dark blouse that’s only semi-transparent and decide they will have to do. I
wish I had some underwear to put on under them—a bra would be especially nice.
But aside from a few wispy, lacy pairs of crotchless panties and one lovely
delicate demi-bra that holds my breasts up without covering my nipples I have
nothing.

With a sigh, I pull on the clothes and feel
immediately confined. It’s strange how quickly I’ve gotten used to going nude.
Now it actually feels
weird
to wear clothes.
Well get over it,
I
advise myself.
Lexy is going to be here any minute!

I look at myself in the oval mirror…and
wince. The top looks okay, although you can clearly see my nipples poking out
under the thin fabric if you look. But the leggings…well, let’s just say it’s
very clear I’m wearing something under them. Something bulky and eye-catching
that Lexy is sure to ask about the minute I open the door. I can almost hear
her now,
“Oh my Goddess, Emma, what the hell is that thing between your
legs?”

I stand there for a long moment,
scrutinizing my reflection in an agony of indecision. On one hand, Aiden is
already mad at me. Or disappointedwith me to be more exact. I really
shouldn’t risk pissing him off any further. On the other hand, I
can’t
let
Lexy see me like this. I just
can’t
. I’ve been perfectly good this
entire time, never, ever taking the harness off or removing the phallus he puts
in me each day. I deserve a break, don’t I? Just for an hour or two while Lexy
and I catch up and have lunch. Then I’ll put it back on and Aiden will never
have to know.

Having rationalized my way out of the
harness mentally, I now have to get out of it physically, which proves to be
easier said than done. I pull my leggings down to my knees and go to work on
the leather straps and their tiny silver buckles, which Aiden fastens and
unfastens on a daily basis with such ease.

They’re a lot harder to work than I
expected. I try to push the harness down like a pair of leather underwear but
it won’t go. The straps are tight, fitting my thighs perfectly with no room to
spare one way or the other. Cursing under my breath, I go back to the buckles.

Finally, after a lot of time and effort, I
get one side unbuckled. The vibrator is still snug inside me and I wiggle
around, trying to get it out while I work on the other side. It’s just about to
come loose when the doorbell rings.

As the deep,
bong, bong, bong
—which
sounds like a church bell—rings through the house, I begin to panic.
Lexy’s
already here—hurry! Hurry!
Frantically, I claw at the harness but my
frenzied efforts only activate the vibrator, which begins humming inside me,
sending sparks of sensation through my helpless pussy. Oh Goddess, I have got
to get this thing off me,
out
of me!

The doorbell sounds again and then I hear a
gentle rapping at the bedroom door. “Ms. Krist?” Barnes says in his
aristocratic British accent. “There is someone at the door. Are you expecting
company?”

“Yes!” I manage to gasp. I’m clawing at the
vibrator now and somehow I turn it up to what has to be its maximum setting. To
my mortification, the low-pitched hum instantly becomes a loud buzzing. “Yes,”
I repeat, trying to pull the damn thing out of me and shut it off at the same
time. “I…my friend…my cousin…”

The vibrator finally pops free and lodges
itself against my throbbing clit. At once my spine arches as the pleasure rips
through me like a hurricane. I’m still on edge from everything that Aiden has
been doing to me the past three days and there’s no stopping the impending
orgasm.
Oh Goddess, I’m going to come! I’m going to—

“I don’t understand, madam,” Barnes says
through the door. “Is it your friend or your cousin or both? Should I make
lunch for two or three?” Out in the main part of the house, the doorbell chimes
again.

“Three!” I gasp as the purple vibrator
takes me to heaven whether I want to go or not. “Or no, two. Damn it, Barnes, I
don’t
know
.”My spine is arching and my clit is tingling with the
much needed relief. I try to take a step but the tight leggings trip me and I
fall to the floor with the vibrator still going to town.

“Ms. Krist, are you quite all right?” the
butler asks, sounding concerned. “Did you fall? Should I come in to assist
you?”

I’m flat on my back, having what feels like
multiple orgasms, tangled up in the harness and leggings with the vibrator
buzzing between my legs like a freaking chainsaw. The doorbell is ringing
nonstop now and the butler wants to come in and “assist” me. I think I’m going
crazy.

“No,” I moan, finally managing to shut the
vibrator off with trembling fingers. As soon as it stops teasing my clit, I feel
more in control. My pussy is still throbbing but at least I’m not coming
anymore. It’s amazingly hard to think while you’re having an orgasm—something I
guess I never really noticed before. “No,” I say in a more normal voice—which
is to say, I’m not moaning like a porn star. “I-I’m fine, Barnes, honestly. I just
dropped my uh…my hairdryer, that’s all.”

“Is that right?” He sounds doubtful. “Well then,
if you do not require assistance I shall answer the door. Whoever is seeking
entrance to the house seems most impatient.”

Yeah, that sounds like Lexy. “You do that,”
I croak. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

With a little more fumbling, I’m finally
able to release the other side of the harness. I put it on the bed and pull up
my leggings, feeling strangely empty and undressed without it.
But freer
too,
I remind myself.
And now I don’t have to admit everything to Lexy.

Taking one last look at my flushed face in
the mirror, I smooth my tangled hair, take a deep breath and run out to meet my
cousin.

But it isn’t Lexy standing in the open
doorway when I finally get to the front of the house. It’s just a UPS man and
he looks strangely familiar. He’s muscular and swarthy with thick black hair on
his arms and legs that almost looks like a pelt.

With a start, I realize it is Emil Sanchez,
leader of the Curved Horn Satyr clan. He’s in human form today, which is to say
the bottom half of him isn’t noticeably goaty—well, aside from all the
disgusting body hair, that is. He has on a baseball cap, probably to hide the
two stubby horns growing from his forehead. Maybe he’s spent too much time in
his satyr form and can’t go back to his human form without them. When he looks
up at me and smiles, my theory is proven correct—he also has the slotted yellow
eyes of a goat.

“Hello, pretty lady,” he says, grinning.
“Got a delivery for you.” His eyes flicker over my blouse, taking in the way my
nipples tent the thin fabric and his grin widens.

I cross my arms protectively over my chest.
When he looks at me like that, I smell smoke and somewhere, someone is lost in
the darkness, crying. I shake my head, trying to get rid of the strange vision.

“Madam, this person appears to have a
package you need to sign for.” Barnes turns his blind eyes in my direction.
“Were you expecting something?”

“Uh, no.” I give Sanchez a hard look, which
he returns with a lascivious grin. “What is this about?” I demand.

“Just doing my job, ma’am,” he says with
deceptive mildness. “Got a package for you.” He shoves a clipboard at me as
well as a greasy pen which I take with distaste. I’m sure my fingers are going
to smell all goaty and nasty just from touching it.

“Who’s it from?” I ask, scrawling my
signature on the line he indicates and giving back the pen. I still think it’s
strange that the leader of a powerful satyr clan is a lowly UPS man in everyday
life but I guess everybody has to work.

“Someone important.” He gives me a most
unpleasant grin before pushing a small brown cardboard box into my hands. He
tips his hat briefly, which exposes his stubby horns. “Have a good day, ma’am.”
And then he’s gone.

I watch him leave with relief. I’ve never
liked Sanchez or any satyr for that matter. They take mindless lust to a whole
new level so unless you’re really into being raped, they aren’t the ideal
Friday-night date. Thankfully, I almost never have to see him or his kind
outside supernatural gatherings. But when I do see him, he always finds a way
to say something nasty or make a lewd gesture. Actually, this encounter was remarkably
mild.

“Is madam ready to close the door?” Barnes
asks, reminding me that I’m standing there with the large front door open, “air
conditioning the great outdoors” as my aunt would say.