Surviving Doctor Vincent: The Good Doctor Trilogy Book 2 (12 page)

He patted my leg. “You worry yourself too much with formalities.”

I laughed. “Only you, and one other would dare to call that a formality.”

The waiter appeared, placed a glass of water in front of me and the Scotch in front of Sebastian. “Hi, I’m William. I’ll be your waiter. Do you need a few minutes to look over the menu?”

“Yes.” Sebastian squeezed my knee.

“Take your time. I’ll be back.” William turned, and tripped on the carpet, but quickly righted himself. He smoothed his apron before heading to another table.

Sebastian angled toward me, and in a lowered voice said, “Do you remember when we sat like this in Paris?”

I swallowed hard. “It’s a little hard to forget.”

“Was that a first for you?” He leaned closer and nibbled on the rim of my ear. His breath tickled.

I shivered, not only from sensation but also the memory. “Yes. Pretty much everything about that trip was a first.”

“And we’ve only just begun.” He placed a soft kiss under my jaw, causing my skin to tingle. “We haven’t made love alone Elaine, but I should inform you that I like to make it an all day affair.” His hand slid up the inside of my thigh, bunching my dress around my waist. Thankfully, I was shielded by a tablecloth. “The foreplay will be an event.” His fingers slid past the elastic edge of my panties.

His rough fingers made me gasp as they slid between my folds, massaging the sensitive skin. “When I take you out for a show, I’ll tease your pussy just like this for hours.” He stroked with his fingers, spreading moisture, in a slow lazy rhythm. With his other hand, he opened his menu. “You should probably take a look at what you want to order.” His smile was pure, wicked seduction.

I could barely think with him touching me. The scent of his woodsy cologne filled my nostrils and calmed my nerves when I inhaled deeply. I opened my menu and began to read as a man in a brown tweed suit jacket walked past and sat a couple of tables away facing us.

The waiter returned, reached over Sebastian’s place setting and positioned a small wire basket in the center. “Here’s some bread. Let me know when you’re ready.”

Sebastian didn’t cease his ministrations. “Will do.” My companion closed his menu and returned his sights to me. He pressed the tip of his finger into me, circling the sensitive skin, but it was his unwavering stare that caused my heart to race.

I looked up from my menu, unable to focus on words, and stared back into his eyes. Transfixed, Sebastian’s confidence added to his allure.

“Keep reading.” The words were quiet as they left his lips.

I forced my concentration back to the menu.

He whispered, “Did you see the man that just passed us?”

I glanced to the left at the man in the tweed jacket, watching us over the edge of a book. He didn’t look away when I made eye contact. “Yes, I see him.”

“He’s a witness.”

“Someone from one of your investigations?”

“No, that’s what they call the voyeurs at some sex clubs. He sees how affectionate we are and knows I’m going to have sex with you. He wants to watch. See how he keeps staring.”

“Really? That seems like a bit of a stretch. How do you know he doesn’t think you have something stuck in your teeth?” I contained the flutter of excitement that rushed through me at the prospect of what an undirected Sebastian might do to my body, but I couldn’t hide the blush that heated my cheeks.

“The direct eye contact. He’s holding the book with both hands, and the red band on his wrist is from a prominent club in the city. If he wanted to fuck me, he’d place his left hand flat on the table, and hold the book in the other one. Once we made eye contact, he’d close the book, set it on the table and I’d follow. It’s all so subtle, yet clear, when you know the signals. Outsiders are completely oblivious.”

“He doesn’t seriously think we’d just let him pull up a chair and watch, does he?”

“Why not? Remember what it was like to have Xavier watch? There’s something about having someone witness. It somehow increases the excitement for me to know someone watched me fuck you. Watched my cock penetrate you. Watched me make you come. It makes it more real.”

“That’s crazy,” I muttered on a shaky breath. The idea was ridiculous, but the combination of the man’s unnerving stare and Sebastian’s caresses made me curious.

“Maybe...but these silent propositions happen more than people know. He’ll keep watching us until I lead you away from the table, and then he’ll follow us. Depending on his confidence in my willingness to let him watch, he might even subtly let us know he’s there. It’s part of the allure.” He slid his fingers deep inside me, stroked my clit with his thumb and nuzzled my neck; his barely visible stubble caused a delightful burn.

I gasped and clutched the seat cushion. “Sebastian...”

He gripped my breast. “There is no doubt in his mind now that we’ll welcome an audience.” He slid his fingers out and then back in with slow strokes, rubbing it against the inside wall. He whispered, “Now, let’s finish that conversation from earlier.”

The waiter approached, folding a paper and tucking it in his apron. “Have you all decided?”

Sebastian smiled up at the man and then back at me. “Elaine, what would you like?”

“I’ll have the special.” I exhaled.

The young man retrieved the folded menus from the table.

“I’ll have the same.” Sebastian didn’t make an effort to remove his hand from between my legs.

“Great. Let me know if you need anything else.” He then turned and walked into the kitchen.

Sebastian kissed my neck. “Now where were we? Oh yes...so you haven’t had sex in front of a stranger.”

I shot him an incredulous look. “I beg to differ. That first night in Paris when I met you, Xavier and Marco at the restaurant, you were all strangers. And don’t forget the waiter.”

He laughed. “I guess you’re right. Do you think our waiter today, William, knew I was fucking you with my fingers while he took our order?”

“I hope not.”

“Why? What about him?” He sliced his head in the direction of the stranger not reading the book he held.

“I don’t know.”

Sebastian withdrew his fingers, sucked one digit and then the other into his mouth, savoring my flavor. “You are delicious.” His hooded eyes and suggestive sweep of his tongue over his bottom lip caused the fire building within me to erupt.

“I bet he knows now.”

Sebastian smiled. “Without a doubt.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cloth-covered cock. “Feel what you do to me.”

I squeezed and rubbed him through the fabric of his pants, remembering just how large he was and how good he felt inside me.

He leaned his head against the leather back of the seat. “Oh... Elaine. That feels so good. I love your touch.”

I slid my hand back and forth, creating a friction that left him incredibly hard.

He grabbed my hand, removed it from his cock and slid from the booth. “Come on.”

With my arm stretched, I scooted along the bench and allowed him to lead me through the restaurant.

As we strode at a fast pace, over his shoulder he said, “I wanted to take my time, but I’ll have to save that for another day.”

We walked out the back door, into a garden with outdoor seating. We took a brick pathway that crested a small hill. The view revealed a small pond with a gazebo.

It was barely audible, but I heard him say, “Perfect,” nearly dragging me behind him as we made our way down the brick path and approached the large, white, wooden structure that housed several picnic tables.

He walked to the far end of the structure, floorboards creaking under his steps. He spun, reached up under my dress, and pulled the panties down my legs. “I want nothing between me and that gorgeous pussy.”

He grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me onto the edge of the picnic table.

Gripping my hips, he pulled me to the edge and then lifted my dress to spread my legs. “So beautiful.” He placed his fingers on my sex and traced each ridge and crevice.

With his other hand he undid the buckle on his belt. He looked up at the ceiling and beamed as he said under his breath, “Absolutely, perfect.”

He removed his hand from between my legs. “Hold your hands out in front of you like this.” He linked the fingers of each hand together in a combined fist.

I did as he asked.

He pulled his belt free from his pants, looped the black leather around my wrists and pulled it tight, after sliding the end through the buckle. A kiss to my forehead and then simple instructions. “Raise your hands above your head.” He gathered the loose end of the belt and stepped onto the seat of the picnic table.

I tilted my head and watched him, curious about what he had planned.

He grabbed a braided security wire that held a string of multicolored bulbs, unhooked one of the lights, allowing it to dangle, and forced the hook it hung on through the notch on the belt. In the process, he secured my hands in an extended position above my head.

“There. It won’t hold your weight, so you’ll need to remain seated, but it leaves you completely at my mercy.”

The prospect excited me, causing a blush to flood my cheeks.

He reached up and ran his hands down my arms.

My skin tingled from the gentle touch of his fingertips.

He cupped my chin in his hand, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I wanted to take all day to savor you, but you make that impossible. I need to fuck you. So I will. Think of this as the appetizer. I’ll see that you get the main course later. Now I ask... Do you want me to fuck you?”

I swallowed hard and the word barely squeaked out through my desire-parched throat, “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He unzipped his fly and pulled forth his cock, large and straining.

Moisture dripped from my core in anticipation.

“Do you like my cock, Elaine?” He wrapped his hand around his length.

“Yes.”

“What do you want me to do with it?”

My gaze jumped from his face to his cock and back.

My answer was simple. “Fuck me.”

“How do you want me to fuck you? Where should I put my cock, Elaine?”

My muscles tightened with his words. I wanted him bad.

“Inside me.”

He laughed. “Of course, I have to be inside you to fuck you. So, do you want me to fuck your dirty little mouth? How about your pussy? Do you want me to shove my cock into your pussy, Elaine? Or should I make you get up on your knees and let me fuck that deliciously tight ass of yours? What will it be?”

Could I say it? I took a deep breath and on a whisper said, “My pussy.”

“Then say it. Ask me to fuck your pussy.”

Goosebumps broke out across my flesh and the desire inside grew hotter. I stared into his eyes. “Please, Sebastian.”

“Please what?”

I sighed, not knowing why I felt so bashful speaking the words. “Please, fuck my pussy.”

He landed a quick kiss on my lips. “Good girl.” He gripped his cock and positioned the tip at my entrance. “Watch me. Watch me slide into you. Know I’m inside you.” He tilted his hips forward, pressing just the head inside my entrance. He hissed. “You are so wet. So hot.”

I moaned.

In one long stroke he buried himself to the hilt. “Fuck...you feel so good.” He then pulled out, his cock glistening with my juices. Another roll of his hips and he was buried inside me again.

The belt cut into my hands every time he thrust into me. Being bound made me his. His to take. And it heightened the experience.

He increased the pace and slipped his thumb down to rub my clit. “I love this position. Only wish I had brought accessories. One of these days, I’m going to tie you up like this in the middle of the living room and stick a vibrating plug in your ass and vibrator in your pussy and let you hang there, bound, while Xavier, Marco and I watch a football game.” He bit his lip and thrust hard. “We’ll keep tally of which one of our names you cry out with each orgasm.”

Dear God. I shivered at the thought.

“The winner will get to take you first.” He nibbled my earlobe. “You love knowing we all want to fuck you, don’t you? It makes you feel powerful even when we take away your choices, doesn’t it?”

I bit my lip, so enthralled by his onslaught.

“Tell me.”

“Yes,” left my lips on a hiss.

He drove me hard and fast as he covered my mouth with his. Looking up he said, “He’s probably here. The man from the table—watching us. I want him to see you come. To witness how much your body desires me.”

He slapped my clit with the tips of his fingers and I cried out, “Fuck...”

The rhythmic tapping against my sensitive flesh continued. He freed my breasts from the neckline of my dress with his other hand, leaving me completely exposed. “He needs to see what gorgeous tits you have.”

My nipples were already hard and straining.

He pinched them between his thumb and forefinger, pulling.

I gasped.

“Do you see him?” Sebastian’s thrusts drove hard and deep.

“Yes.” I looked to my left. The man stood behind the gazebo post silently rubbing himself through the fabric of his brown pants.

“He’s not new to the play then.” Sebastian forced my legs farther apart and buried himself deep. He squeezed my breast hard to the point of pain and at the same time smacked my clit hard with his open hand. “Now, come for me. Now.” Another slap.

The man pulled out his cock, stopping just outside the entrance to the gazebo. Gripping his shaft in his hand and began pumping in time with Sebastian’s thrusts.

The sight distracted me, but Sebastian’s voice in my ear, brought me back. “You didn’t obey, naughty girls get punished.”

He pulled out and stopped touching me, instead folded his arms and stared.

I cried out, “No. Don’t stop. What are you doing?”

He raised one eyebrow and fixed me with his gaze. But it was impossible to ignore his bobbing cock.

“Are you going to give me what I want?”

“Yes.”

“Your pussy is so red, swollen and wet. Fuck, you’re dripping. Maybe we should just go back to the restaurant and let you think about what happens when you disobey.”

“What? No. Please.”

He stroked his cock and started toward me slowly. “Please, what?”