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of the vanilla treat. Sliding his hand back under her skirt, he surrounded her clit, rubbing it slowly. She shuddered under the lick of pleasure/pain as her clit went numb.
    “Stand up and go to the ladies’ room. Take off your panties and sit down on the couch, legs spread, skirt up. Wait for me there.”
    Carrie looked at him. Was he serious? His expression told her that he was. She left the safety of the booth and made her way to the restroom.
     
    Marcus didn’t keep her waiting long; he had a quiet word with Joseph, the restaurant’s owner, and then joined her.
    She was sitting exactly as he’d instructed, perched on the couch, her skirt hiked to the tops of her thighs, lace-edged stockings showing. Marcus didn’t even pretend to lock the door. He knew that Joseph would take care of anyone wanting to enter this particular room until they were through.
    Marcus didn’t tell Carrie that, though. It was important that she trust him enough to know he wouldn’t put her in a position to cause her any embarrassment.
    She was nervous, looking everywhere but directly at him. He walked over to her and went to his knees. Placing a hand on each of her ankles, he slowly let his palms ride up the silky stockings.
    “Carrie. Where should your eyes be?” He kept his voice soft but he could see his words flash through her like lightning as her eyes whipped to his face. “Oh, you are just piling up the punishments.” He tried to sound regretful as she shuddered but truthfully, he could hardly wait to have her tied and vulnerable, waiting for his discipline.
    “Now, reach above your head and grab the back of the couch.” He waited until she’d complied. “Do not remove them.”
    She gave a jerky nod. Her chest heaved with each breath.
    Marcus had a hand on each knee and he pushed them as far apart as the skirt of her dress would allow.
    “Keep very still. I don’t want to be disturbed while I’m eating my dessert.” He wasn’t able to keep the wicked grin off of his face and was delighted with her gasp.
    She made him feel powerful and he wanted nothing more than to please her body. Put his permanent stamp upon her.
    He looked down at her plump nether lips. They glistened with arousal and melted, sticky ice cream. He leaned in. Placing his tongue on her smooth skin, he licked off every bit of the ice cream he’d put on her flesh. The taste was intoxicating, Carrie’s sweet juices combined with the rich treat. His mouth and tongue played over the outer skin until, finally unable to stand another second, he brought his thumbs up, pulling her apart.
    Marcus’ breath caught at the sight. She was so fucking turned on. Man, he couldn’t remember a woman ever being this wet for him. His tongue was greedy as he moved forward and lapped her pussy.
    He took turns rimming her entrance then pushing in. He sucked the combined cream from her body. Small amounts had dripped down farther, landing on her most secret of holes, and Marcus licked her there as well. Her cries were muted as she tried to remain still and not bring in unwanted attention to the room they were in.
     
    Carrie’s head fell back as Marcus speared her again with his tongue. No man had ever treated her like dessert. Marcus drank nosily from between her thighs. She moaned louder now as he slipped two fingers into her channel. Crooking them, he moved them around until she cried out. He zeroed in on the exact location of her G-spot. Carrie was ready to fall to pieces as his sure fingers stroked her steadily, building up her pleasure.
    “Marcus, please,” she sobbed. She may be embarrassed later at how needy she sounded, but not now. Now she needed to come in his mouth.
    “Please what, baby? And look at me when you ask.” The smooth cadence of his voice bathed her in desire.
    She met his eyes, which mirrored the passion she was sure showed in her own.
    “Please, Marcus, I need to come.”
    He smiled at her before diving back between her thighs and working her