He smiled. 'Perfect. As you're not sure whether closing your legs is a privilege or a punishment, I have one more request.'

'Yes?'

He opened a small compartment in the back of the front seat and pulled out an ornate box. He flipped open the lid, and Malora could see a pair of glass silver beads, they were larger with more swirls and colors inside them.

'Have you heard of these strings of beads?' he asked mildly, tilting the box at an angle so that the light glinted off the glass.

'I've heard of them, but I wasn't sure they were a real thing.'

'Quite real.' He held the box toward her. 'Traditionally they are for one thing.'

'Female stimulation?' Malora guessed.

'Insertion,' he said, his voice roughened by desire.

'Oh.' She swallowed. Malora took the box. 'Is it one per. . .opening?'

'I wouldn't recommend anal insertion right now,' he said, as if he were trying to sound quite reasonable. 'You're less lubricated there, and things can get lost that way.'

Oh. Malora hadn't even thought of that. Really there was only one thought in her mind, anyway. She reached between her legs, not daring to hesitate, spreading her lips with one hand to keep them out of the way. The bead slid easily inside of her, much more easily than she'd imagined it would, given the size. It largest bead was extremely hard and smooth. Malora's body seemed to suck it in deeper. After a moment, she could longer felt it, except when she slid a finger inside her and touched it with the fingertip. It seemed quite snug where it was, and she tightened her muscles around it. 'Should I do them both?'

'I think one is plenty for a beginner,' he said. 'You did very well.'

Malora beamed under his praise and wriggled a bit, then gasped as the movement of her body renewed the sensation of something inside her. Those sixteenth-century glass bead maker were onto something.

'Your scent intoxicates me,' he whispered. He took her gently by the wrist and pressed her still-slick fingertips to his nose. He took a deep breath, then rubbed them on his upper lip, back and forth a few times before sucking them into his mouth. His tongue cleaned each fingertip and made Malora's clit throb harder.

Then he let her go and indicated she should sit up and arrange herself and her clothes. 'We're nearly there.'

'Nearly where?'

'Somewhere to eat.' He inhaled through his nose and licked his lips. 'But no matter what I'm eating, I'll be tasting you instead.'

*

The car came to a stop. The driver got out and a few moments later opened the door on her side. He didn't hold out a hand to help her up but instead bowed with a flourish.

Malora emerged from the car to find them at the valet parking stand of a high-rise building. Several white-jacketed valets flanked the glass door, and one of them opened it for her.

None of the men seemed at all dismayed that I was dressed like an extra in a music video or that I wobbled slightly on my unfamiliar shoes and shaking legs. The Ben Wa ball shifted inside me as I walked, while the sensation of it sinking in, pushing apart my walls as it penetrated, was fresh in my mind.

He caught up to me with a loose arm behind my back, steering me not to the elevator but to the host stand outside the entrance to the restaurant, off to one sideof the large, marble vestibule.

Once there, Malora could see the restaurant was built into an atrium, with a high glass ceiling and a water feature that turned one wall into a giant Zen fountain. They were quickly ushered to a table tucked away in a nook from which we could see the other diners, but most of the patrons could not see them.

Which was just as well. Titan was dressed in a stylish suit, even more posh than the one he'd worn last time, the hint of a gold watch peeking from under one sleeve. She felt like something the cat had dragged in.

He ordered drinks for them both and some kind of multicourse meal, and the server was gone almost before Malora got a good look at her. He pushed the candle to one side, leaving the center of the table clear.

'Would you like to learn to read minds?' he asked.

'What?' Malora shook her head slightly, thinking she'd misunderstood him.

'It's clear you're wondering what everyone here thinks of you. Of us,' he said.

'It is?'

'Yes. You should see your face. You should never play poker.'

'So, you're actually reading my face, not my mind.'

'Correct.' He grinned. 'But reading faces is a large part of it. Call it "reading people" if you want, but it's what's going on inside them that you're reading. Now, lean forward a little and look to your right and tell me what the couple sitting over there thinks of us.'

Malora leaned forward a little and could see who he meant, around the corner of the nook. They were young-looking, probably around her age, checking their phones obsessively and leaning together and whispering from time to time. 'They're acting kind of suspicious, but they seem happy, too.'

'Indeed. I would say they have decided only someone ridiculously famous would dare walk in here dressed like you. They are no doubt trying to figure out who you are so they can tell their friends they ate in the same restaurant as you.'

'I once ate in the same restaurant as Angelina Jolie.'

'Did you try to snap a cell phone picture of her and text it to all your friends?' he asked.

'No. I thought that would be rude. I told my sister about it, though, and she refused to believe it and was mad at me that I didn't.'

'You are a good girl,' he said with an approving nod. 'Now, how about the older couple off to my left?'

Malora had a good view of them. The woman took her cell phone out and began to make a call. A server swooped down and ushered her out of the dining room. A few minutes later, the woman came back and handed the phone to the man, who got up and took the call, then returned. A short argument ensued, but the woman looked happy and almost smug.

'Tourists, I think. Beyond that, I got nothing.' She broke off as tiny plates of salmon mousse were put down in front of them. The server explained it was just an 'entree' which Malora took to mean the appetizer for the appetizer.

It was a single bite of creamy, salty, fatty goodness. For a moment she was lost in the flavor.

When Malora's attention returned, he gave his theory about the couple. 'I believe they think you're my daughter. I must be some rich fellow who can bring his bratty teenager to restaurants if I like. They've barely given me a glance, so they haven't noticed I'm not old enough to have a teenager. Or perhaps they think I've had excellent plastic surgery.'

'I don't look eighteen.'

'I beg to differ,' he said. 'You're far more fresh-faced than many women in their twenties. You haven't caked on the makeup or mascara.'

'True. And a lot of older people think everyone who looks the slightest bit young is a teenager. I'm twenty-three but when I was on campus older people often mistake me for a freshman or sophomore.'

'The phone call, that was the woman calling their daughter back home and then having to let Papa talk to her as well.' He took a sip of his cocktail, which she hadn't even noticed had come. She'd been so distracted by the salmon mousse and the conversation. By Malora's side was a tumbler of pricey sparkling water, with the bottle set to chill in a container of ice. 'The fact that I am drinking alcohol and you aren't reinforces that image in their minds, too.'

'Amazing,' she said. 'You figured all that out by looking at them?'

'I connect the dots. It takes just two points to make a line, so I only need to know two things to get a direction. Three makes a picture. Some of the dots they reveal and some of them I provide, like what we're wearing or drinking.'

He gave half a shrug. 'I make educated guesses. The thing is, they are so busy making their assumptions that none of them will guess the truth.'

'The truth?'

'That I am, as we speak, already fucking you right in front of them.'

He meant the glass beads. Malora's breath caught and she felt warmth rush through her at the thought of it and from his words. She couldn't feel the glass bead now that she wasn't moving, but she knew it was there.

'There is a man against the wall, by himself. He thinks we might be having a date. But even he doesn't dare to imagine that we're having sex at the moment, through words and shared knowledge, even though I'm not touching you.'

Malora had to stifle a moan.

'Squeeze your muscles down below,' he murmured quietly. 'Do you feel it?'

She nodded, trying not to look like she wanted to collapse onto the banquette and have him ravish her that second.

As it was, he ravished her with his words. 'No food they serve me tonight can compare to the lusciousness that you hide under your skirt. Have you had a man suck on your clitoris before?'

'What? Yes, I have. You did.' Malora adjusted her breasts, which weren't even held in by a bra.

'Tell me about it.' He didn't take his eyes off her as the old plates were replaced with new ones and new silverware set down.

Malora's cheeks flushed a bright pink that spread down her neck to the top of her breasts. 'I. . .'

'Well.' He paused again while more new plates were delivered, this time with a ginger-and-lime-flavored broth poured over a hunk of white fish.

They ate for a few moments in silence.

He set down his fork and put his hand palm up on the tablecloth, a clear invitation to put her hand in his. Malora placed it on top of his without further prompting. His middle finger drew a slow circle on her palm. Then he slid his hand back a little, interlacing their fingers. Two of them spread hers ever so slightly while his middle finger probed the soft flesh where her finger and palm met. It felt like he had spread her legs and was teasing her crotch, with his nose, with his tongue, with his cock? It could have been all of the above.

Malora had a feeling she was going to leave a wet spot on the seat. She pressed her legs together and licked her lips.

Then he let her hand go, and Malora wondered if he was throbbing the way she was. He finished what was on his plate, and she did the same, though her appetite now was for something else entirely.

She took a glance at the other diners. None of them were paying any attention to us now. 'Well, I assume so,' she said, trying to think of how to say what she wanted to without coming right out and saying, Touch me, touch me, touch me.

Maybe the expression on her face and the hungry cant of my body said all she needed to. Malora felt something against her knee. At first she thought it was his hand, but she could see both his hands. It was the sole of his foot, insinuating itself between her knees. Malora spread them apart, and his foot slid along her inner thigh from where the stocking covered to where it didn't. Eventually it came to rest against her bare mons. Malora hadn't noticed him slipping off his shoe and sock under the table, but his foot felt completely bare.

He vibrated his foot and she had to swallow a moan. 'Thank you,' she whispered.

After the salad course, Malora wriggled a bit more, spreading herself open on the edge of his foot. One of his eyebrows twitched as if he was surprised she would be so forward. She hoped her squirming wasn't too obvious to the other diners. Malora pretended to look around at the decor while she ground her clit up against his skin.

'If you can come, you should, only if you can do so silently, without tipping off the other guests to what we're doing,' he said with a pleasant smile.

A busboy came and refilled their water glasses. She waited until he had gone before answering. 'I don't think I can come that easily,' she said. 'But I'm enjoying it.'

'Good.'

Malora didn't even remember the main course. She remembered emember him pumping his foot gently up and down. The puddle on her seat was going to be huge. And he was surely going to leave a huge tip. She stopped worrying about it.

'Are you interested in dessert?' he asked after their dishes had been whisked away.

'I'm interested in some sweet indulgence,' she said, trying to be witty. 'And I'm not referring to the sugary kind.'

He grinned. 'I enjoy indulging you.' He took out his phone and thumbed a text message one-handed. 'Go visit the restroom, which is right through there.' He pointed somewhere behind her and withdrew his foot from her crotch. 'I'll wait here for you.'

In the restroom Malora wiped the juices off her thighs. There wasn't much she could do about the damp spot on the gown, though. Thank goodness the fabric was nude and the place was dimly lit. She neatened up as best she could.

He stood as Malora approached the table, the escorted her to the front door, walking behind her the whole way and obscuring the damp spot from any curious onlookers. As far as she could tell, no one batted an eyelash at them.

The driver remained in the car and a valet opened the door. Malora went in first, and he followed her. Once the door closed behind him, he was on her like white on rice.

He leaned closer and put a hand on each of my thighs. 'I'm going to suck you now.'

Holy hell!

'Oh—' At that moment, her phone started to beep. 'Ek, my alarm.'

'Alarm?' He raised one eyebrow.

'I'm supposed to call my sist—I mean, my friend—at eleven.'

That made him snort. 'Your friend is very savvy.'

'Is she? She's actually kind of a dork.'

He slapped her lightly on the thigh. 'Call her.'

'I could just send her a text.'

'I said to call her. And remember, no lies.'

'What? To anyone?'

'To anyone.' He brushed his thumb over her clit and Malora sucked in a breath.

It took a moment to dig her phone from her purse. Even though she had Mika on speed dial, it seemed to take forever to get the call to go through. He looked up at her from between her legs, licking his lips and trying not to smirk. She picked up right away. 'Mal.'

'Hey, Mika. Just calling in like I said I would.'

'So everything's okay?'

'Everything's great.' She yelped suddenly as he planted a kiss right onto her clit.

'Mal? You okay?'

'Yes, yes! Sorry, he's tickling me.'

'Tickling you.'

'Yes!' His tongue darted out and swiped across her clit. 'Yes, it tickles a lot!'

'Oh, bloody hell, are you, like, in the middle of something?'

'Yes, of course I am. Hey, you're the one who insisted I call when I get to Vegas.'

'Okay, you're right. Look, do you know when you'll be alone?'

He raised his head and mouthed, 'Under an hour.'

Malora repeated it to her. She said she'd call back and then disconnected the call.

Malora couldn't stop giggling as he licked all around her clit. The laughter stopped suddenly when he took her clit in his mouth—sucking like he said he would. That made her gasp and jerk her hips.

He sucked and teased with his tongue at the same time. She'd never felt anything like it, and her arousal shot right to the peak and then held there while the tip of his tongue did wicked things.

'So close,' she rasped, and it came out a high whisper, like even her vocal cords were stretched to the max.

He hummed then, as if agreeing with her, and did something she didn't expect.

He bit down, not hard, but firmly. Malora probably would have been outraged, except that she started to come instantly. And his tongue kept milking her orgasm, her hips bucking but his teeth holding her fast as he drew the explosion of pleasure out longer than any orgasm she'd ever had before. When at last Malora went limp, he let go but continued to lick her, very gently now, as if he knew how sensitive she might be.

It was only as her mind cleared she realized his fingers were inside her, too. Malora made a surprised noise and squeezed.

He lifted his head and grinned, then moved inside her. Quite suddenly Malora was on the verge of a second orgasm and she sucked in a breath.

'Again, little hellcat?'

'Please! Oh God, yes, please!' Malora was squeezing his fingers with everything she had and she rocked her hips forward.

And then he fucked her with his fingers and a deep pulse of an orgasm rippled through her, getting stronger with each thrust of his hand, until she cried out again, pressing her head back against the door of the car. All Malora could feel was pleasure, expanding outward like a sun going nova.

He sat back and pulled his hand away softly, and she saw he had the glass bead hooked in his two fingers. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped his face and mouth with it, then the bead and his fingers, and then handed the cloth to her. Malora wiped up as best she could.

The car came to a stop, and with a jolt Malora realized they were outside their hotel again. 'Wow,' she said. 'Good timing.'

He chuckled. 'Give yourself a minute if you need to.'

'That's a good idea because I think that orgasm turned my legs to jelly. And it's not easy to walk on jelly.'

Chapter dedication: JaneMotshegwa

Thank you, you amazing person! ❤

A/N:

Titan does love public plays, or is it just me? 😂😂😂

Have you ever done any hanky Panky is public before, and would you if your partner asks?