wants spankings and nipple clamps, I can certainly abide. “You like ass-play. You like spankings. You like restraints. You like toys.” I smile at that last part. “You know I like toys. Did you enjoy getting off in front of people at the restaurant?”
“No,” she says, surprising me. “I thought it was rude to do that in front of your parents. You were trying to humiliate me.”
“Yes, and?”
Her mouth drops open and she stares at me like I’m an asshole. She tries to stand up, in fact, but my hand is still holding her down at the small of her back. I lean in and kiss her mouth. “I like that,” I whisper. “I like that and I’m not going to apologize for it. Because this is our relationship, Grace. Us. It has nothing to do with them. And if you really hate it, then I won’t do it again. But answer me honestly. Did it turn you on?”
She swallows hard and nods her head. “It did. It was exciting.”
Yes. I knew it. “OK then,” I say, continuing my soft whisper in her ear. “If it excites you, I should be allowed to do it.”
“I don’t want to be caught. I don’t want to be humiliated. I don’t want to be embarrassed.”
“Of course you don’t, dirty bird. That’s the fucking point, isn’t it? The thought of getting caught having a mind-blowing orgasm in front of strangers is what makes it so fun. And really, how bad would it be if people knew I pleasured you? Is that something you’re embarrassed about?”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out with a shrug of her shoulders.
I don’t accept that as an answer, so I remove my hand from her back and pull her up by her hair. She has not said one thing about the hair-pulling, so that’s not going to stop. I yank it to make her move her feet, and then I tug her over to the door and open it.
“What—”
I cover her mouth with my hand and bring her out into the building hallway with me. “Take out my cock,” I instruct her.
She messes with my pants for a second, looking around wildly, and then my cock appears. She licks her lips as she stares at it and it jumps a little in anticipation of what we’re going to do.
I slip my hands around her waist and pull her close. “Grace,” I say softly in her ear as I let go of her hair and begin to stroke it. “Listen to me. None of what I do sexually is about humiliation or control. It’s about excitement. It’s about breathtaking sexual experimentation. It’s about trust.” I cup her face for this part, because she needs to hear it. “I’m speaking softly now because public sex is about not getting caught, even though we might get caught. Do you understand?”
I reach between her legs and drag a finger across her sopping wet crease, then slip inside her. She moans through my hand still covering her mouth, and I almost lose my shit right there. Her hot breath against my hand as I press it against her face. Her panting, her heaving chest, the small sounds that leak out.
“Quiet,” I chastise her in a low voice, even though I love it. I love everything about what we’re doing right now. “I’m going to make you come here in the hallway and you’re going to be quiet. If you’re not quiet”—I point to her neighbor’s door—“someone will come look. And they will see us. And I will not stop what I’m doing. I will finish fucking you right in front of them if it comes to that. So if you don’t want to get caught, remain silent. Because if you make noise, I’m going to assume you want people to watch.”
I check her pussy again and it’s even wetter than before. I smile at her and she smiles back.
“Do you want to be watched, Grace?” I remove my hand so she can speak.
She swallows hard. “Not now, but maybe. Someday.”
I kiss her mouth tenderly. “I’d fucking love to try that with you. I will arrange it. But right now, I’m going to fuck you in the hallway. Do you want me to fuck you in the hallway?”
She bites her lip and looks over my shoulder, her eyes
“No,” she says, surprising me. “I thought it was rude to do that in front of your parents. You were trying to humiliate me.”
“Yes, and?”
Her mouth drops open and she stares at me like I’m an asshole. She tries to stand up, in fact, but my hand is still holding her down at the small of her back. I lean in and kiss her mouth. “I like that,” I whisper. “I like that and I’m not going to apologize for it. Because this is our relationship, Grace. Us. It has nothing to do with them. And if you really hate it, then I won’t do it again. But answer me honestly. Did it turn you on?”
She swallows hard and nods her head. “It did. It was exciting.”
Yes. I knew it. “OK then,” I say, continuing my soft whisper in her ear. “If it excites you, I should be allowed to do it.”
“I don’t want to be caught. I don’t want to be humiliated. I don’t want to be embarrassed.”
“Of course you don’t, dirty bird. That’s the fucking point, isn’t it? The thought of getting caught having a mind-blowing orgasm in front of strangers is what makes it so fun. And really, how bad would it be if people knew I pleasured you? Is that something you’re embarrassed about?”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out with a shrug of her shoulders.
I don’t accept that as an answer, so I remove my hand from her back and pull her up by her hair. She has not said one thing about the hair-pulling, so that’s not going to stop. I yank it to make her move her feet, and then I tug her over to the door and open it.
“What—”
I cover her mouth with my hand and bring her out into the building hallway with me. “Take out my cock,” I instruct her.
She messes with my pants for a second, looking around wildly, and then my cock appears. She licks her lips as she stares at it and it jumps a little in anticipation of what we’re going to do.
I slip my hands around her waist and pull her close. “Grace,” I say softly in her ear as I let go of her hair and begin to stroke it. “Listen to me. None of what I do sexually is about humiliation or control. It’s about excitement. It’s about breathtaking sexual experimentation. It’s about trust.” I cup her face for this part, because she needs to hear it. “I’m speaking softly now because public sex is about not getting caught, even though we might get caught. Do you understand?”
I reach between her legs and drag a finger across her sopping wet crease, then slip inside her. She moans through my hand still covering her mouth, and I almost lose my shit right there. Her hot breath against my hand as I press it against her face. Her panting, her heaving chest, the small sounds that leak out.
“Quiet,” I chastise her in a low voice, even though I love it. I love everything about what we’re doing right now. “I’m going to make you come here in the hallway and you’re going to be quiet. If you’re not quiet”—I point to her neighbor’s door—“someone will come look. And they will see us. And I will not stop what I’m doing. I will finish fucking you right in front of them if it comes to that. So if you don’t want to get caught, remain silent. Because if you make noise, I’m going to assume you want people to watch.”
I check her pussy again and it’s even wetter than before. I smile at her and she smiles back.
“Do you want to be watched, Grace?” I remove my hand so she can speak.
She swallows hard. “Not now, but maybe. Someday.”
I kiss her mouth tenderly. “I’d fucking love to try that with you. I will arrange it. But right now, I’m going to fuck you in the hallway. Do you want me to fuck you in the hallway?”
She bites her lip and looks over my shoulder, her eyes
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