The Dom Prize (The Dominants Read Free Page A

making a show of crossing my legs. When he glanced down I felt a zap of excitement run through me. God he was fine. Light brown hair, cut short with a stylish faux hawk in the front. He was dark which made those eyes pop out of his handsome face. He wore a black dinner jacket with dress slacks. His shirt was unbuttoned, no tie. Damn that was sexy as hell. “I’ll have a screwdriver, please.” I pursed my lips innocently. His eyes told me he knew what I was up to. Once I had my drink in hand, I felt much better. The liquid helped me relax and I became more confident. Until he whispered in my ear.
    “Lose the panties.”
    My core clenched with need. Holy shit! That was not at all what I was expecting to hear. I uncrossed my legs and felt the evidence of my arousal. “Right now?”
    He took another sip. “I want them in my hand. Go.”
    Was he fucking serious? When he didn’t blink but stared at me intently, I knew he wasn’t joking. I stood, knowing this was my first test. With a little smile, I turned on my heel and found the bathroom a short distance away. Locking myself into the largest stall, I slipped my panties down my legs. He wasn’t going to have much to hold on to. I wadded them into my fist and walked back out. Leaning against the bar, he talked on his phone and I had the pleasure of studying how his jacket stretched across wide shoulders.
    “That will be all. Thanks.” He ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket.
    Smirking, he reached out. “You have something for me.”
    I raised an eyebrow and placed the black silk thong in his hand. That was our first touch. He ran his middle finger along my palm as he took the material. I stood mesmerized when he brought it up to his nose and inhaled deeply. For the first time, I was stunned speechless.
    Eyes flashing with desire, his hand fisted his prize possessively before slipping it in his pocket.
    “I think I’m ready to eat.” He smiled with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
    He motioned toward the restaurant on the other side of the bar and I moved ahead of him. He had just taken an intimate piece of apparel from my body and held it to his nose! I was sure he got a good dose of how hot I was for him. My inner thighs rubbed me deliciously as I walked. I cursed. How the hell was I going to make it through dinner? My underwear was in his pocket.
    I tensed when his fingers stroked the small of my back. So far, he had barely touched me. It made me burn for him. I wanted him naked, skin to skin. He was teasing the holy hell out of me. I was so out of my depth here.
    They were expecting us and we were seated in a private booth. I groaned when my inner muscles pushed against my sex as I sat on the soft cushion. Would it be too obvious if I humped the chair? Taking the flute of cold water, I sipped when I really wanted to press it to my neck.
    He opened the menu and studied it calmly as if I weren’t self-combusting over here.
    “I will be ordering for you.” He peaked over at me form under his gorgeous long eyelashes. He was a teasing devil! Well two could play at this.
    “Sure. I’ll eat just about anything.” I leaned down, knowing full well my breasts were pushing against the strapless dress.
    His slow smile did wicked things to me and I could only imagine what he was thinking.
    “I’m glad to hear that, Gia.” He ordered the lamb roast with vegetables. Good choice. I loved lamb. I think he had called ahead because our dinner came out in five minutes flat. Something told me the whole perusing the menu deal was meant to taunt me.
    We ate in silence, making small talk a couple of times. It was infuriating. You would think a man would want to know you given the fact he was spending the next few days fucking your brains out. He wanted quiet? I could do quiet.
     
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    I was bursting with questions by the time dessert came. He ordered. What a surprise. The waiter set my peach cobbler down and I dug right in. It wasn’t like we were engrossed in