Nichy studied Graham’s face secretly in the shadows.
If the two of them were out together, it would have to have been under his terms. He liked his privacy. A private meal at one of the most expensive restaurants in town, was what she would have expected.
His hand was not just on her thigh, but between her legs stroking her clit until her lip trembled.
“What?” he questioned.
He probably felt her looking at him.
Nichy looked down at the table, and bit her lip. Graham did not believe in mercy, he was a complete sadist.
“Nothing,” she whimpered, continuing to look down.
He raised her chin up, and she could smell herself on his fingers as studied her openly.
“Please…” Her lip more than quivered now, as she looked at him squirming in her seat wanting his fingers where they had been.
“Please what?”
She swallowed, and looked in his eyes.
“Please keep touching me,” she requested plainly.
“I am touching you baby,” he stated simply.
Biting on her lip to avoid crying out again, Nichy nodded.
He touched her everywhere but between her legs for the rest of dinner. It was hard for her to focus, maybe she should not have looked at him so boldly. But she could not help herself, she was so close and she had been thinking of him. She wanted him so badly, that she could not help herself. But she knew better, he always had the control. Even when she left him, she knew that he always had the control.
At her apartment, he unbuckled his belt and left it on her bare thighs. Nichy sat primly, with the heaviness of the leather on her thighs and the coolness of the buckle between her legs. He placed the belt so the buckle caressed her clit and she closed her eyes from the heaviness of her desire, and the heaviness of his command…
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You know I’m not a Graham fan, but damn, he’s an EXCELLENT sadist.
that is lingering conference stuff i think–you need to go!😘