When I look at myself in the oval mirror over the dresser after putting on the outfit, I gasp in dismay. I might as well not be wearing a top at all. The white silk is so sheer you can see not just the outlines of my nipples but the nipples themselves along with my wide pink areolas and full breasts. I literally feel more naked wearing this blouse than I do when I’m actually naked.
As for the skirt, it’s not nearly as normal as it looked at first. It’s a close fitting sheathe that goes to mid-thigh but it has two very high slits, which I didn’t notice at first. When putting it on, I assumed these slits went to the sides but then Aiden called me over. To my dismay, he rearranged the skirt so that the slits are in the front and back. They’re cut so high you can actually see my ass cheeks and the slit of my bare pussy if I move just the right way.
“I can’t go out in public like this,” I tell Aiden. “I’ll be arrested for indecent exposure!”
“No, you won’t.” His eyes flash. “No harm will ever come to you while I’m with you.”
“But…but what if I see someone I know?” Or anyone at all, for that matter.
“The only person you need to be worried about seeing is me, your master,” Aiden tells me sternly. “Have you already forgotten the point of our dinner date tonight, Emma? You are supposed to be proving that you’re ready for me to take you completely. So far I am not impressed.”
“Yes, I know but…” I twist my hands together and look at myself in the mirror again. Yup, still obscene.
“You’re beautiful,” Aiden assures me softly. “And I want to show you off. But since you’re still so shy…” He removes a long black silk wrap from the wardrobe and puts it around my shoulders. It hangs just long enough to cover the top part of the skirt and drapes around my front to cover my breasts as well.
I feel immediately better. “Thank you,” I say.
Aiden frowns. “As long as you know you’re going to have to remove that when we get to our private room in the restaurant.”
Well, as long as it’s private I don’t mind. “Fine,” I say, agreeing easily. I don’t mind Aiden seeing me dressed like this—I just don’t want anyone else looking.
Bern's is a large, white, windowless building in the SoHo district of South Tampa. I look around avidly, interested in everything as we walk inside. The interior seems to be designed like an old fashioned bordello with lots of red velvet and gold fixtures. To be honest, I’ve always wanted to come here. Lexy’s tale of a steak so expensive it pretty much cost five dollars a bite is both intriguing and horrifying—especially to someone like me who spends less than thirty dollars a week on groceries.
Aiden is looking everywhere too, but not out of curiosity, I sense. He seems to be looking for trouble, his gray eyes narrowed for possible threats as he keeps one arm around me in a way that is equally protective and possessive.
I don’t know what he’s so worried about. Despite his warning that he has enemies, I can’t imagine anyone ballsy enough to assault the new Sovereign who also happens to be a frighteningly powerful vampire. And even if they did, would they really choose the swankiest restaurant in Tampa to launch their attack? I seriously doubt it.
Aiden mentions his name to the maître d' and the man snaps instantly to attention. “Of course, Mr. James. Right this way, sir. It’s an honor to have you dining with us tonight.”
Wow. I look at Aiden with wide eyes. Either he comes here often or he dropped a ton of cash on renting the private room. I hope it’s the latter—I don’t like to think of him bringing other women here. Or anywhere, for that matter. Hmm, should I really be letting myself feel so attached and possessive of my vampire master?
Before I can answer that question to my own satisfaction, the maître d' himself takes us to our table, which is round with cushy, booth-type seating on one side. The table is draped in spotless white linen with a single white candle in the center. It’s actually not so much a private room as a slightly less public space, being located in a small, concealed alcove in a shadowy corner of the massive restaurant. Occasionally I can see servers passing by carrying trays of wine or food but for the most part, there’s no one but us, once the maître d' gets us seated.
Aiden sits beside me with one hand on my thigh. The entrance to our little alcove is directly in front of us—apparently you’re meant to sit in the round, half booth and enjoy the ambiance of the restaurant.
“Now that we’re settled,” he murmurs and removes my black wrap.
I bite my tongue to keep from protesting. He did say I’d have to take it off as soon as we got seated at the restaurant so I’m pretty sure there’s no point arguing. Still, I can’t help being embarrassed. I cross my arms over my breasts self-consciously but Aiden shakes his head.
“No, darling. It’s my wish that you be on display tonight. Put your arms down, please. And uncross your legs.”
I’m not very comfortable obeying either of these orders. The minute I sat down, my skirt began riding up, pushing its high slits even higher. Though I’ve tried to adjust it, I can still look down and plainly see my naked pussy slit framed by the black fabric. Aiden seems to enjoy the view.
“Don’t hide yourself from me,” he murmurs, his breath hot in my ear. “You’re beautiful, Emma. It’s my very great pleasure to show you off tonight.”
Miserably, I try to relax and not think about how naked I feel. I tell myself that the table will block the view of anyone passing by. But the tablecloth isn’t that long—I hope no one drops a fork and bends down to get it. Still, at least my skirt and what it reveals is mostly hidden from view, but there’s nothing I can do about my blouse. It’s simply transparent, putting my ample breasts on display whether I want them to be or not.
“It doesn’t matter if you want to show yourself or not, Emma,” Aiden murmurs sternly—reading either my face or my mind. “What matters is that I am your master and I choose to show you. Now sit up straight, I think our server is here.”
I sit up, my cheeks flaming as a young man who looks to be around college age steps into our shadowy alcove. “Hello, sir, madam and welcome to B—” He catches sight of my fully displayed breasts and the words die on his lips. “I…uh…” He fumbles with the menus in his hands. “I mean…” His eyes are darting everywhere in a desperate effort not to look, but they keep returning to my nearly naked cleavage and nipples, as though he just can’t help himself.
“It’s all right, young man,” Aiden says, his deep voice soothing. “You may look if you want to.” He puts an arm around me, drawing me to him, and cups one of my breasts. Casually, he begins teasing my nipple. “My lover has beautiful breasts, don’t you think?”
“I…uh…” The young server swallows hard. “I…yes, sir,” he croaks, his eyes flickering over my chest again. “Yes, she does.”
“They’re very sensitive, you know,” Aiden continues. “Watch.” He pinches my nipple, drawing a low moan from my lips. “Sit up a little straighter, darling,” he tells me. “Let our young friend see how lovely you are.”
I stare straight down at the tabletop, wishing I could sink right through the floor. And yet, as overwhelming as the embarrassment is, there’s another emotion behind it. Can it be…pride? It’s strange and perverse but I like it that a man as powerful and handsome as Aiden James is proud to have me on his arm, that he wants to show me off. And there’s an even more insidious feeling under all that—a little voice that whispers that I want to please my master. That I want to do whatever it is he wants me to do.
I fight that little voice with all my might but it’s a losing battle. Aiden’s casual touch on my breast has started a familiar fire under my skin. All I can think of is the fact that if I please him, he might finally take me as I so desperately need to be taken.
Taking a deep breath, I sit up straighter and throw back my hair, giving the server a clearer view.
“Very good, my darling.” Aiden sounds extremely pleased. He nods at the server. “You may give us the menus and tell us the specials now, if you wis
h.”
The server who has been standing there wide-eyed, taking us both in, jumps quickly to attention as though someone has goosed him. “Uh, of course.” Quickly he shoves the menus at us, being very careful not to touch my hand when he gives me mine. He rattles off a list of specials but I don’t hear a word he says, mainly because Aiden is still stroking and teasing my captive nipple with one hand as he holds his menu with the other.
“We’ll have the chateaubriand for two, medium rare and a bottle of your best red. A Pinot Noir should suffice, I think,” he says. “The usual sides but bring them slowly, please. We don’t want the table too crowded.”
“Yes, sir. Of course, sir.” The waiter nods hastily and takes our menus. He nearly trips on the way out because his eyes are glued to my breasts.
“Well.” Aiden sounds amused. “If you had any doubts about how lovely you are, I trust that little scene laid them to rest. He could barely keep his eyes off you.”
“That’s because you couldn’t keep your hands off me,” I accuse him breathlessly. “Maybe if you wouldn’t fondle me in public, he would have been able to ignore me.”
“Darling, no one seeing you in all your beauty could ignore you,” Aiden says mildly. “And I understand that you’re feeling a little exposed tonight—”
“A little exposed?” I exclaim.
“But,” Aiden continues, frowning. “I’m not going to put up with any more defiance. You will obey me in all things tonight or I will punish you very, very thoroughly once we return home. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper tightly. His stern tone makes me feel like a naughty child. I’m filled with a strange mixture of resentment and desire when he talks to me like this.
“Very good.” He gives me one last stern glance. “Now settle down—I think I hear him returning.”
The young server comes back again, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously as he nods deferentially. “Your wine, sir,” he murmurs, presenting a green glass bottle on a tray.
“Open it,” Aiden commands. Then, as the server fumbles with the cork, he turns to me and calmly begins unbuttoning my blouse.
My heart is in my mouth as his long fingers skim over my breasts. I risk a glance to see if the server notices what is going on. He does. He has the wine bottle open and a glass in one hand but he’s completely forgotten about pouring. Instead, he’s watching mutely as Aiden slowly and methodically opens the thin silk blouse, baring my breasts completely.
Finally, Aiden pulls the blouse all the way open so that it hangs by my sides, putting my naked breasts on display. Then he sits back and nods to the server who is standing there, frozen. “You may pour,” he murmurs softly.
The server must wonder what the hell is going on but he pours a small amount into a crystal, long-stemmed wine glass and hands it mutely to Aiden.
Aiden takes the glass, swirls it, looks at the color and inhales deeply, taking in the wine’s aroma. Then, instead of taking a sip to test it, he turns to me and cups one of my naked breasts in his large hand. Slowly, carefully, he pours a single drop of red wine, letting it land on my nipple.
I bite back a gasp as the cool wine makes my nipple tighten into a hard little nub. Goddess, I can’t believe Aiden is doing this! But he is. And as the server and I both watch, he leans down and sucks my nipple into the hot, wet depths of his mouth.
I moan aloud as his tongue caresses me, lapping the wine from my flesh. Dear Goddess, how can anything so embarrassing also be so hot? If anything remotely like this had happened to me a month ago I would have pushed the guy off me, slapped his face and left in a huff. But with Aiden, all I want is more. All I want is to submit, even though I know it’s wrong.
At last Aiden straightens up and nods at the server as though he’s done nothing unusual. “An excellent vintage. Please continue to pour.”
Wide-eyed, the server does as he is commanded silently. Then he croaks a promise that the bread basket will be out soon and scurries away.
Aiden turns to me once more. “That was excellent, darling. You did very well.”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper, my heart pounding. I can’t believe I’m sitting here in a public restaurant with my bare breasts on display, being fondled by the man I now call master. And yet, here we are. “Why?” I ask him, trying to frame the right question. “Why…do you want to do this? To put me on display?”
Aiden looks suddenly serious. “Think of this as training, darling. When the time comes I may need you to submit to me in a place more public than this. You have to be ready.”
“What place?” I ask in a fierce whisper. “What are you planning to do with me, Aiden.”
He gives me a level stare. “Anything I want, my darling Emma. And I promise, you’ll enjoy it.”
I open my mouth to answer but just then the server is back again with the bread. He deposits it on the table, takes a quick glance at my breasts, and flees.
“You have the poor boy completely smitten,” Aiden murmurs, sounding amused. “Would you like a bite of bread, darling?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.”
“That’s too bad.” Aiden’s large, warm hand finds my thigh and begins to massage lightly. “I guess we’ll have to work on satisfying your other appetites then.” The hand travels up, sliding higher to find the junction of my thighs.
“Aiden…Master,” I whisper pleadingly. But I don’t know if I want him to stop or to never stop. And anyway, his hand is already cupping my bare pussy.
“Always so wet,” he murmurs as his finger slips between my pussy lips. “So hot and tight and ready for me.”
Just then, I hear the waiter coming back.
“Master,” I moan, trying to close my thighs, to deny him entrance even though he’s already got his fingers buried to the hilt inside my heated cunt.
Aiden frowns reprovingly. “No, Emma,” he tells me sternly. “Spread your legs. Don’t try to hide your pleasure from me.”
I think about saying that Aiden isn’t the one I want to hide from but just then the server appears with our steak. I clamp my lips together, determined to reveal nothing as, under the table, Aiden continues to explore my pussy. But I’m sure the poor server must know something is going on by my flushed cheeks and rapid breathing.
“Cut some of that into bite-sized pieces,” Aiden directs him, nodding at the truly monstrous steak which has been unloaded onto the table before us. “I want to be able to feed it to my lovely companion.”
If the server guesses that Aiden can’t do the cutting himself because his hands are busy, he doesn’t say anything. He simply nods, swallows nervously, and begins to cut.
I stare at the steak, biting my lip hard to try and keep back the moans. My pussy is so wet and swollen I’m actually throbbing with the need to come. Aiden’s fingertips have found my clit and are teasing it unmercifully, circling slowly first one way and then the next before dipping down to my entrance to get more honey.
Suddenly, Aiden’s fork clatters to the floor under the table.
“I’ll get it, sir,” the waiter says at once.
“Of course.” Aiden sounds amused.
My heart is suddenly pounding so hard it seems like it’s trying to break free of my ribs. Oh my Goddess! I know what the server is going to see when he ducks under the table to retrieve the lost fork. Frantically, I try to close my legs again.
Aiden gives me a stern look. “Open your thighs, Emma. Wide.”
The server ducks under the table and I want to say no. I want to tell Aiden I have no wish to put on a show. Instead, I find my thighs spreading, opening wide just as he orders.
“Good,” Aiden murmurs. “Now sit back, darling. Relax and let me touch you.”
I sit back obediently and feel Aiden spreading my pussy lips wide, putting my inner cunt on display.
Under the table I hear a muffled gasp and then a soft groan. Apparently the server is enjoying the show.
“Take your time,” Aid
en tells him, still sounding amused. “I’m sure the fork is under there somewhere.” As he speaks, he slowly circles my clit with one finger before plunging it deep into my pussy and fingerfucking me hard.
I moan and buck my hips—I can’t help it. I’m close…so damn close. But still I can’t seem to come.
There’s a bang from the underside of the table and the cutlery jingles together, as though the server bumped his head. He emerges from under the tablecloth at last, looking sheepish. “I uh, found your fuck—I mean your fork. I found your fork, sir!” he babbles, holding up the offending silverware.
“I’m sure you did,” Aiden says. “Take it away and bring me another.”
“Yes, sir. Right away, sir!” The waiter scurries off again.
“You’re doing very well tonight, Emma,” my master tells me, his gray eyes hot as he looks at me. “I’m very pleased with you.”
“Thank you,” I whisper. I don’t know what to think about all this—I feel so mixed up inside. Hot and embarrassed and so close to the edge I can hardly breathe. Honestly right now, I’m just trying to get through the evening without exploding.
The server brings another fork and Aiden feeds me small pieces of the melt-in-your-mouth tender steak and a few bites of salad. The food is delicious but I hardly register what I’m eating. The only thing that cuts through the steady rush of lust I’m feeling is the embarrassment every time the server comes back and watches us with those wide, uncertain eyes. It seems like the meal will never come to an end.
But somehow, it does.
“Have you enjoyed your meal, darling?” Aiden asks me tenderly as the server clears away the last of the food and departs.
“Yes,” I whisper. “It was…delicious.”
“Almost as delicious as your submission,” he says softly. “But now, before we order dessert, I think you need one more course.”
“Another course?” I don’t know what he means. Honestly, I have no appetite for anything else.
“Something you enjoy often at home,” Aiden prompts me. Then he unzips his expensive black slacks. “Suck me, Emma,” he murmurs, his eyes burning into mine. “I want to fuck your sweet mouth.”