Welcome to Chapter 23 of my Dominatrix Series. If you haven’t been following this story, you can jump back to my Recap post or go all the way back to Chapter 1. Today, we get to find out if Mistress will let James fuck her ass right there in the restaurant. You don’t want to miss it!
~Jayden
Chapter 23:
“You would bend me over this table right here and fuck my ass?”
“Yes, Mistress. With pleasure.”
“Aren’t you worried about someone walking in?”
“No, Mistress.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why is that?”
“Because I might know the manager.”
“What do you mean?”
“I used to be the manager here.”
“Until when?”
“Until I quit a few days ago.”
I raise my eyebrows. “I had no idea.”
He shrugs. “Well, anyway, I asked the manager to seat us, get us drinks, and leave us the hell alone. I told him we’d call if we needed something. I assume we’ll want to order dinner at some point.”
I chuckle. “You are more clever than I gave you credit for. I thought you picked this place because it’s my favorite.”
“I mean, that certainly was a factor,” he says.
“Did you know how often I came here?”
“Not at first, but after a while, it became obvious. I saw you often, but I didn’t want to give away our relationship, so I kept my distance as much as I could.”
“Clever boy,” I say, shaking my head. “So, does that mean I could get on my knees right here and suck your cock, and no one would know?”
He nods. “Is that what you want to do, Mistress?”
“Well, I assume you don’t have a bottle of lube in your pocket.” I wink up at him as I slowly sink to my knees.
He shakes his head.
“And you’ll need to be hard if you’re going to fuck my ass.”
“That’s not even remotely a problem, Mistress,” he says, and I can see now that I’m eye level with his cock that he’s rock hard already. I unbutton his pants and bring the zipper down, pulling his cock out of his pants. I look up at him as I take his cock into my mouth. He groans, and I can feel his body shudder. “Fuck, Mistress.”
I smile inwardly, loving the power I have over him now that I never had before.
When I’m satisfied that he’s nice and wet, I rise up and unbutton my jeans to pull them down. My panties go with them, and I bend over, leaning against the table.
To my surprise, James drops to his knees behind me, letting his cock bob in front of him. He spreads my ass cheeks with his hands and starts licking my hole. I shudder. “Fuck, James,” I groan.
He just keeps licking until I think my knees are going to go weak and I will fall. But then he stands up, putting his hands on my hips as he slides his cock into my tight hole. He meets resistance at first, but then he manages to slide in.
I have tried to keep my voice low, but I can’t help it now. I moan loudly.
“Shhh, Mistress, you don’t want anyone to come in and catch us, do you?”
I roll my eyes, but he can’t see me. “I don’t care, pet. Remember, I’m a Dominatrix for a living.”
He chuckles softly in my ear, “Touche.”
His cock does feel amazing in my ass, and I find that I’m having trouble staying upright. “Pet, you need to hold me up,” I say, and he wraps one arm around me, doing exactly that. He’s keeping me upright, and I let go and enjoy the sensations of his cock in my ass.
“May I cum, Mistress?”
“Yes, pet,” I say, and I clench my ass around his cock.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans.
“Yes, that’s right, pet. Fuck me. Cum in my ass. I want to feel it. Yes, that’s it. Good boy, good boy, good boy.”
I can feel the tremors from the depths of my body all the way up through the arm he has wrapped around me.
“Good boy, good boy,” I keep saying over and over again.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he murmurs in my ear. “Thank you, Mistress.”
He holds me there, his cock still spasming. It’s my favorite part of anal, and I stop him when he tries to move. “No, stay.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers.
When the spasming stops, I let him pull back, and he quickly tucks it away into his pants.
I pull my jeans back up, feeling his cum pooling in my panties. “I am going to be such a mess by the time we get home, pet.”
“Home?”
I nod. “I mean, you have to at least drop me off. And I thought I might invite you in.”
“Do we have to sleep on that pull-out couch again?” he asks.
I chuckle. “No, pet. I’m going to bring you home to my bed tonight.”
He grins at me and says, “Sounds divine. Would you like to order some dinner? It sounds like we need to keep our strength up for later.”
I smirk at him. “What do you think is going to happen in my bed tonight?”
“I don’t know, Mistress, but I know that I need to be ready for anything.
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