I ceased stroking Ilay's cock when the food was brought, but his left hand suddenly gripped my wrist, keeping my hand on his member, instructing me to keep going with a simple smile on his face.

"Mr Ilay? Mr-"

"Yes?" He faced Claire who seemed genuinely curious as she darted me a glance. "Um... I honestly didn't think you'd come. You hate such gatherings."

He smiled at her and a needle of jealousy pierced my soul, making me tug his cock.
Ilay immediately flinched biting in a grunt.

"Are you okay?" Claire enquired with a concerned expression. "You seem-"

"I'm fine. Just some..." He eyed me and smirked as if daring me to do my worst because he'd enjoy every bit of it.
I smiled back before moving my eyes to the female watching Ilay. 'Damn girl, not even trying to hide your attraction for this psycho even though I'm right here.'

But then again, I understood what she may have been feeling because, who wouldn't feel attracted to a hot tall guy with such large hands and such a big cock?
Heaven had blessed him with everything. Or maybe he was a reincarnation of some god sent to earth to experience the mundane life.

"You two must have been close, right?"

Claire diverted her gaze towards me, a tinge of embarrassment filling her cheeks. "I...I wouldn't call it close. But we were acquaintances back in our college days. He was the guy every girl wanted to hang out with, respectfully of course."

My smile deepened to a grin as I recreated those kind of scenarios. Ilay had attended college. That was such a surprise revelation.
"So you two haven't fucked?" I asked openly, the grin still plastered on my lips and my hand throttling his cock.

Claire's face almost turned ghost pale, leading her to choke on the wine she had sipped. Her coughs brought the attention of Dario and his wife to her, along with the rest of the people starting to enjoy the warm meal that had been served.
"Oh my god, here, have some water," Dario's wife rushed by Claire's side with a glass of water.

She rubbed Claire's back, an extremely worried look on her face.
"I'm s...sorry," Claire apologized looking at me with glassy eyes from the tears in them just before she rose. "I'll excuse myself." This was directed to everyone at the table. And with the help of Dario's wife and a servant, Claire left the hall.

I looked at Ilay, whose ears had reddened, making the lonely earring look like it was hanging from a piece of a tomato. How adorable.
"Do you want to pass out?" I teased grinning, my hand still choking his cock and my thumb pressed aggressively on his meatus to keep him from cumming too soon. "Should I ready myself and others in case we need to carry you out of here?"

He turned his face to me. "I don't remember teaching you to be this dominant. Are you trying to have my balls explode?" He whispered leaning closer to me.

"That wouldn't be a horrible scene, right? I'll just borrow some needle and thread and stitch them up for you. Though I'm unsure if you'd be able to sire any brats."

He chuckled closing the gap between our lips. "That was taken care of ages ago love," he whispered one last time before taking my mouth in his and swirling his tongue around mine. He was kissing quite erotically for someone who had just learned how to do it not long ago.

"Ahem! Ahem!" Someone was trying to break us up, along with the murmurs filling the air, but we were too engrossed in the kiss to pay attention to anything else.

"Beg me," I breathed on Ilay's lips. "Beg me and I'll let you cum."

He chuckled, as breathless as I was. And gawd, I thought I'd explode from excitement before he could die first
"Do you think I'll-"
My hand added even more pressure to my grip, squeezing hard until I could feel his throbs clearly. This was so much fun. I wanted to tease him till his whole face turned beetroot red.

Ilay clenched his teeth, his head falling drooping to lean on my shoulder. His pants were too audible in my ear; something made my body's temperature rocket until heat spread in my cheeks.
Meeting Dario's eyes, I was certain my face was flushed and he could see it from the disgusted expression he was making at me.

I smiled teasingly and loosened my grip.

A few other curious pairs were fixed on us, which I reciprocated by staring back with the same provoking smile. They had to learn to mind their own business, especially since Ilay could be considered the most powerful person in the room.
With power, one could do just about anything and get away with it. Even cumming under the table as the rest are up.

"I can't hear you begging," I whispered tightening my grasp. Ilay's lips let a low moan slip out, filling my ear to notify me of his bottled-up pleasure, which was growing by the seconds.

"Not happening," he breathed weakly.

Oh, how I wished I could see his face at that moment. To see the expression he had on while at my mercy. I had the final say whether he came or not. This was more thrilling than the things I had ever got.
Knowing that I had a man like Ilay under my finger, even if it was just for a little while, had me feeling like I was levitating on my way to paradise.
I had conquered him, and everyone in the room could see it.

A minute later, Claire walked back in, in the company of Dario's wife. Her curious gaze quickly took in Ilay's face while the two sat back down.
The question was right at the tip of her tongue, yet she couldn't bring herself to ask it. Instead, she picked up her fork and knife to slice her steak while having a light conversation with Dario's wife.

"How long do you think you'll hold up?"

"Long enough," Ilay grunted.

"Very well then. How about we eat, hm? You'll feed me and I'll hold on to this-"I squeezed even firmly, "-until you give in."

"You're such a devil. I love it."
He slowly straightened after complimenting me.
Our eyes did not meet again as he tried so hard to stay collected even though his ears looked like they'd bleed him dry even at the smallest prickle.

They all must have already realized what was happening. Trying so hard to ignore us by immersing themselves in stupid conversations to distract their eyes and ears from falling on us.

My hand remained on his cock, neither moving nor loosening while Ilay fed me like a baby.
This went on for a good five minutes. All this time, his arousal didn't go down even one bit, it even grew slightly when I brushed its head with my thumb, causing a tremor throughout his body.
Fuck! His stamina was surprising. Who knew he'd hold on for this long?

I just wanted him to plead for his release which I'd have gladly offered him.