“There are a lot of strangers in the room with us, aren’t there?” he said rather wickedly.
Her mouth fell open. She quickly moved to shut it, intent on keeping her cool even though this third lesson of theirs was already moving far beyond their last lesson, far beyond her realm of comfort, far beyond anything she ever thought to encounter in her lifetime.
And here I thought I had experienced everything with him on Saturday, she mused silently as she pretended to study the menu. The words were a blur, and when the waiter came to take their order she couldn’t seem to open her mouth. Thankfully, Charlie ordered for them both.
Candace was on pins and needles as she waited for the next surge of energy on her pu**y lips, as she waited for Charlie to gratify and simultaneously embarrass her across the table. She was already incredibly wet, just from seeing Charlie, from the one jolt he had already given her, and from the sensual promise she read in his eyes.
“So, how was the rest of your day?” he asked her innocently, as if he didn’t hold the control to her entire world in the pocket of his wool slacks.
She opened her mouth to reply, but her mouth was as dry as her pu**y was wet. She reached for her water glass and as she lifted the cool rim to her lips, Charlie put his weapon of pleasure to use again.
The sensations that washed through her were so intense she nearly dropped her glass. Suavely, Charlie reached for the glass and slid it from her fingers back to the table without spilling a drop. She gripped the edge of the table and rode the waves of pleasure her panties were giving her under her skirt.
Charlie let off his cunt controller—as she was beginning to think of it now that she knew the absolute power he wielded over her—a second later when the waiter dropped off two glasses of champagne and two small salads.
Candace looked around at the other diners in the posh restaurant and wondered if any of them had noticed her writhing in her seat. From the expressions on their faces, she didn’t think anyone had, thank god.
Charlie speared a crisp slice of tomato and held it out for her across the table. “Taste this,” he said, and she noted he was holding the fork with his left hand, so she shook her head.
“No thank you,” she said as formally as she could under the circumstances.
He took his right hand out of his pocket and put it on the table. “Look, both hands are free now.” He held out the tomato slice again. “I want to watch your teeth and lips take in this plump, juicy tomato,” he urged her and this time she acquiesced.
But as she began to open her mouth to slide the sweet fruit off of his fork, the buzzing on her clit began in earnest. This time, she was too close to the edge to fight off the explosion.
A low sound came from her throat, and she clenched the edge of the table so tightly the skin on her knuckles turned white.
“Let it go,” Charlie implored her softly across the table.
Candace closed her eyes and let the waves of intense pleasure suck her into the abyss once again. Little whimpers escaped from her mouth, no matter how hard she tried to hold them back. She was dimly aware of Charlie’s intent gaze as he watched her come.
Just as her orgasm had rocked all the way through her, turning her completely inside-out, their waiter approached their table with a concerned look on his face.
“Is everything all right here?”
Charlie let off the controls and looked expectantly at her, waiting for her answer. She smiled tremulously at the waiter and said, “Yes. Thank you. Everything’s fine,” hoping he would just get the hell away from the table and leave them alone.
Instead the waiter said, much to her ongoing chagrin, “It's just the look on your face while you were eating was—“
Their young waiter seemed stuck on searching for just the right word to describe the public agony of her sexual release, so she jumped in and said, “The tomato was so incredibly good.” She hoped her performance was a believable one.
Finally, he smiled at her and bowed a little, saying, “Good. Great. Your main courses should be out in just a few minutes,” before he walked away.
“You really are an A+ student,” Charlie said as she touched at the corners of her mouth with her napkin.
She couldn’t decide if she was furious with him or falling harder for him than ever before. She decided to keep things light until she decided.
“And you are quite the inventive teacher, aren’t you?”
He raised an eyebrow and slid the small remote control across the table.
She looked at him in surprise. “Why are you giving this to me?”
He reached for it again, saying, “I’m happy take it back if you want,” but she grabbed it a split second before he did.
“No. I think it’s better if I’ve got this with me for the rest of the meal.” She slid the remote control onto her lap and put it underneath her napkin.
He laughed and ate a bite of his salad, washing it down with a sip of champagne before saying, “When I tell you to, I want you to press the on button.”
“Are you crazy?”
It was one thing for him to drive her wild in public, but it was unthinkable for her to do the very same thing to herself!
He stared deeply into her eyes, his pupils slightly dilated, his breathing heavy and slow.
“Now.”
She stared back at him, willing herself to stay strong, to stick to the only sense of herself she had even known, and shook her head once.
“I said now,” he repeated in a clear, firm voice.
“No,” she said as her heart raced straight to her throat and got stuck there.
“I’m only going to say it one more time,” he said, his voice and face devoid of all expression. “Push the button right now.”
And this time, she knew she had no choice but to obey him, although she wondered what delicious way he would punish her if she disobeyed him. In any case, she didn’t have the strength for disobedience. Considering she was on the verge of coming just from the sound of his voice, she figured she may as well go for the whole damn thing. For that matter, she didn’t want to look too deeply into the fact that her finger had been trembling over the on button ever since she slipped it beneath her napkin.
She took a deep breath that quickly turned shallow, pressed the button and turned the machine in her panties on. As she did so, Charlie said in too low a voice for anyone but her to hear, “I want you to keep your eyes open. Look at me while you’re coming. And keep holding down that button no matter what else happens.”