Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

RICHARD

S he looked beautiful in that moment. Her eyes bright with tears. Her cheeks stained crimson from her blushes. Her pretty mouth swollen and bruised.

Absolutely beautiful, and all mine.

"The game is not over. I want you to stand up."

Grabbing her hands, I helped her to rise on shaking legs.

"Take off your dress."

It was extremely entertaining watching the play of emotions cross her gamine face. She was fine sucking off my cock knowing people were listening but hesitated at baring herself to their possible glares. Interesting.

As it turned out, I was not in the mood to share her tonight. Especially knowing this would be the first time I was finally seeing her entire body.

Giving her a reassuring smile, I lifted my knife and tapped the edge against my crystal wineglass three times. At the sound of the glass chime, a hush fell over the dining room. Then all that could be heard was the scraping of chairs.

Elizabeth turned and peeked through the illuminated curtain. I had no need. I knew what she was observing, an entire dining room filled with guests rising and silently filing out.

Granted, it was a slightly gratuitous show of power and wealth to book out one of London's more popular and expensive restaurants only to fill it with paid staff, but I wasn't just playing games with Elizabeth.

I was playing to win.

Nothing would be left to chance. I couldn't risk some dumbass waiter or guest suddenly feeling indignant or worse, chivalrous because then I would have to kill them for interfering with my plans.

Turning back to me, her brow was furrowed. "What is happening?"

"You know what is happening. Take off your dress."

Emerald eyes glinting, she once more caught on to the excitement of our game. Keeping her gaze trained on me, she slid her hands over her hips; fisting handfuls of pink fabric, she slowly began to raise the hem high.

Rubbing my jaw, I couldn't help but smile. I liked this playful teasing side she was showing.

Two could play at this.

Striking at her hands, I wrenched the now ruined gown over her head, exposing her pale skin. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Generous curves where you wanted them, the rest all smooth, sleek muscle. Her nipples were covered by pale pink lace as was her tight pussy.

Leaning over, I swiped my hand across the table surface. Clearing it of plates, glasses, and utensils in one shattering movement. All but the platter of meringue swans. Placing my hands on her trim waist, I lifted her high before laying her on the table.

A sacrificial offering.

Grabbing her ankles, I raised her knees high till she was splayed open for me. Twisting the delicate lace of her panties in my hand, I tore them off her.

"Now for the true feast of the evening," I growled as I knelt before the table's edge, her thighs pressing against my shoulders.

Inhaling deeply, I tried to place the jasmine floral scent. It must be her perfume clinging to her skin. My reports hadn't found which one she favored. Once I had that information, I would make sure she never ran out of a bottle, for I would forever associate that warm spicy scent with this moment.

God, I loved how beautiful her pussy was. The soft curls of hair were short and trim but not completely shaved or in some unnatural triangle or slash. She looked like a woman. Pressing my thumbs against both lips, I spread her open. Leaning in, I flicked my tongue over her clit as I slid my thumbs a little bit higher, applying subtle pressure.

Elizabeth moaned as her back arched off the table.

Circling the tip with my tongue, I then pressed two fingers deep inside. Then a third.

She reached down and fisted my hair, pulling my head closer as she breathed my name.

Keeping my fingers thrusting at a steady pace, I kept up the assault with my tongue, flicking and circling her clit with practiced ease. For a moment I thought of the knives lying scattered across the floor. I wanted to pick one up and force the handle deep into her tight little ass, but I knew that was a lesson for another time. I couldn't push her too hard or fast or she might balk and ruin my plans.

Her thighs pressed against the sides of my head as I drove her to new heights. The sweet sound of her climax slipped past her lips as her whole body tensed then relaxed, but I wasn't finished with her yet.

Licking the cream from my lips, I rose and leaned over her supine body.

"Just one, baby girl? I don't think so."

Her head lolled from side to side. "No. I can't. I'm too sensitive."

Ignoring her pleas, I pushed a fourth finger into her tight pussy and pulsed them in and out. Her fingers splayed on the table as her hips rose.

"Yes. Oh, God! Yes!"

"That's it, baby. Come for me a second time."

Sliding my free hand over her now sweat-slicked skin, I wrapped my fingers around her throat and squeezed. Not enough to cut off her air… just enough to be a threat.

Her eyes widened as they lit with unholy desire.

My little one was quickly learning the euphoric delights to be had from the threat of violence and pain before pleasure.

Swiping the pad of my thumb over her clit as I gave one final pump of my hand, I leaned in and swallowed her orgasmic cries, tasting my own cum on her lips.

I placed another delicate meringue swan on her tongue and watched her lips purse as she pushed the sweet concoction around her mouth as it melted. Not being able to resist, I leaned in for another honeyed kiss.

She was nestled naked on my lap as we sat among the shards of crystal and china, surrounded by twinkling lights.

Her mass of tangled hair cascaded over my forearm as I traced circles on her smooth back. Using my free hand, I tugged on one of those curls. "So… what game should we play tomorrow?"