Grace (Corked and Tapped Book 2) Page 3

  She didn’t release her breath the entire time she made her way through the crowd, not until she rounded the corner to the hallway and stepped into the bathroom. There was a God. Several women were at the sink, but one stall was open.

  She pushed into the stall, fingers shaking. Thank God she didn’t need to pee, because there wasn’t enough time. She quickly hung her purse on the back of the stall, hauled her skirt up over her hips, and dragged her thong down her legs. After stepping out of it, she stuffed it in her purse and grabbed the purple bane of her existence, reprimanding herself the entire time.

  Yes, she was quite mortified to have admitted she owned the device. Yes, she was also freaking out that Jack now knew she had it with her. Yes, she was in a race against the clock to avoid having her ass spanked more times than she could probably tolerate—though that last part was also making her horny.

  But what was most humiliating was the fact that she knew something Jack did not. He could easily make her come tonight several times sitting on that stool, and she was not the sort of person who could do so without everyone around knowing every detail.

  It wasn’t that she was noisy. She’d mastered the art of a silent midday orgasm. But her face was another story. Even though her skin was darker than many people, she would flush a deep shade of red and her eyes would glaze over. Besides that, her mouth would fall open when she came.

  Nope. No one looking would miss a beat.

  She was so fucked.

  Hurrying up, she slid the vibrator inside her pussy, intentionally including two fingers and reaching up as high as she could. She had to grit her teeth to stifle a moan and keep from continuing to stroke herself.

  Even though she’d explained that she normally only came with her fingers in the shower in the morning, at this particular moment, Jack had her so worked up, she could easily come in just minutes with her fingers right here in the stall.

  She didn’t have that kind of time, of course. And then there was the fact that Jack would be able to tell she’d disobeyed him. So it was out of the question.

  As she left the bathroom, knowing her time was running out, she realized she had a choice to make. She could leave. She could walk right out of this bar, call an Uber, and leave.

  She chewed on that option for about a half a second. There wasn’t a chance she wanted to miss out on what this man was offering her for the evening, however. So, no matter how mortifying it might be to orgasm in the middle of this bar on that bar stool, she wanted to keep going. She wanted the entire package.

  Taking a deep breath, she pushed her way back through the throng of patrons until she returned to her seat.

  Jack shot her a coy grin as she carefully slid back onto the stool. “Impressive. I didn’t think you would make it in such a short time.”

  “Are you disappointed you don’t get to add to my punishment?” she asked as she tried to adjust herself on the stool. Standing was one thing. Sitting with that clamp clasping her clit and G-spot was another. Its existence alone was enough to drive her close to the edge. If he dared to make her turn it on, she would come in an instant.

  And she had no doubt in the world that was exactly what he planned.

  He chuckled and then held out his hand. “Did you bring me something?”

  She glanced at her purse in her lap. “You want my thong?” She looked around. “Here? Now?”

  “Oh, yes. Right here. Right now.”

  Her fingers shook as she opened the small clutch and wadded the lace in her palm before quickly handing it to him.

  She prayed Jack would stuff the swatch of material in his pocket, but no. Of course not. Instead, he brought it slowly to his face first and inhaled deeply. And then he lowered the thong to put in his pants pocket.

  Jesus. His actions were both mortifying and hotter than hell.

  She jumped in her seat when the bartender leaned toward them from the other side of the bar. “You two need anything?”

  “Nope. We’re good for now. Thanks,” Jack responded as casually as if he were simply enjoying an evening with a coworker.

  Grace risked a look at the bartender, noticing his nametag read Owen. If he had seen Jack sniff her thong, she never wanted to know. She’d rather die not ever finding out.

  As Owen wandered away to take another order, Jack wrapped his palm around Grace’s wrist and brought her fingers to his lips. She held her breath while he closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and then sucked the two fingers she’d pushed into her channel.

  Jesus. This man made her burn.

  He slowly lowered her hand to her lap, nodding at her purse. “I’m gonna need your phone.”

  She froze. He wanted her to give him her phone? Hell no. No no no no no. Not a chance. “Jack…”

  He lifted a brow. “You gonna argue?”

  She shifted her weight, immediately regretting the movement because it brought attention to the device inside her as it slid over her clit. Closing her eyes to rein in her driving need, she settled once again and met his gaze.

  He was smirking. “Four.”

  Four what? Oh, shit. Spanks. She sat up straighter. “The thing is that just the pressure of the vibrator alone is testing my limits. If I turned it on, I would come immediately at even the lowest level. If you controlled it…” She shuddered.

  He grinned. “This is going to be the most fun I’ve ever had.” He held out his hand.

  She groaned and reluctantly reached for her purse to slide her phone out. She opened the app with shaky fingers and handed it to him. “Can I just explain something to you?”

  “I think you already did.”

  She shook her head. “No. There’s more.” She swallowed hard, glancing around again.

  “What’s the problem? I’m the only one who knows your pussy is filled with a vibrator,” he stated a bit too loudly.

  She flinched.

  He laughed. “It’s loud in here. Trust me. I’m fully aware of our surroundings at all times. I would never do anything to embarrass you.”

  “Yeah, see, that’s the thing.”

  “What thing?” he asked as he focused on the phone, undoubtedly familiarizing himself with the app.

  “If you turn that on, I’ll come right here on the chair.”

  “Looking forward to watching you,” he teased.

  “Okay, but there’s no way I’ll be able to hide my orgasm from anyone else.”

  “You gonna scream?” he asked, one corner of his mouth lifted.

  She shook her head slightly. “No, but my face will give me away.”

  “Ah. Hmm. Well, I guess you’ll have to keep your entire focus on me so that no one else sees your expression.”

  She bit the inside of her cheek. Maybe if she did it hard enough, she would be able to concentrate on the pain and keep herself from having an orgasm right here on the bar stool in Corked and Tapped.

  Suddenly the name of the bar was far more seductive that it had ever been. The double meaning was screaming at her. Mocking her.

  She was in so much trouble.

  Chapter 5

  Jack fiddled with the screen for several minutes, tapping it every so often, which made her flinch. She had no way of knowing what to expect.

  No, that wasn’t true. She knew exactly what to expect. After all, she was extremely familiar with every setting on that app. But she couldn’t discern when or to what intensity Jack might act.

  She had subconsciously set a hand on his thigh as he took his time selecting her fate. When he finally turned on a pulsing vibration at the lowest setting, she gripped his firm, muscular thigh hard.

  She also held her breath as her mouth fell open. She wanted to tell him how close she was to coming. She wanted to convince him to stop.

  But no sound came out of her mouth, and for a good reason. She had to choose between concentrating on not coming and speaking. If she tried to make words, she would explode.

  “Eyes on me,” Jack demanded.

  She lifted her gaze, knowing
her eyes were glazed over. Her pupils would be dilated too. No way he could miss that.

  “Which setting is your favorite?” he asked as the pulses continued.

  She gradually gained some nominal control. “I think I’ve been a bit too loose-lipped with you tonight. I should stop telling you all my secrets,” she managed, proud of herself.

  He laughed and leaned closer. His lips were almost touching hers. He had yet to kiss her, and she wished he would. Propriety be damned. “See, here’s the thing. I’m controlling that amazing device, which means I choose when you come, how often, and how hard. So, you really don’t have any power over this issue. It would behoove you to do as you’re told without hesitation or you’ll find yourself screaming so loudly on that stool that everyone in the bar turns their head your direction.”

  “You wouldn’t,” she breathed.

  He lifted those damn brows again. Maddening.

  Part of her thought she should snatch her phone out of his hand, stuff it in her purse, and put an end to this charade. The larger part of her wanted to go along and reap the benefits, however. She knew by the end of this night, she was going to be sated beyond belief.

  Jack finally, unexpectedly, closed the distance and kissed her lips. Gently. Briefly. Sweetly. She melted a bit.

  “We’re gonna play a little game.”

  She groaned. Of course we are.

  “I ask questions. You answer them. If you answer quick enough and truthfully, I’ll be kind with the settings. If you hesitate or I think you’re lying, I’ll make you squirm.”

  Her mouth was dry. She reached for her martini and took a sip. “Okay, but just so we’re clear, I’m already squirming. I started squirming from the moment I exited the bathroom with this vibrator in me. And, I probably won’t be the only one embarrassed if you make me come so hard that everyone around us is aware.”

  He smirked. “Don’t worry about me. I don’t embarrass easily.” He took a drink of his beer. “Now, let me repeat my question. Which is your favorite setting?”

  “Constant vibration on high.”

  “Good to know.” He fiddled with the screen, holding it tipped enough that she couldn’t see what he was doing. The pulsing switched to another setting with longer vibrations that lasted several seconds and paused for the same amount of time. “How many men have you slept with?”

  Damn. He was going all out. Luckily, she wasn’t embarrassed to answer that one. “Four.”

  “Impressive.” He let his gaze roam down to her chest. “Have you ever worn nipple clamps?”

  She shivered. “No.”

  He met her gaze again. “Scale of one to ten, how close are you?”

  “Seven.”

  He set a hand on her biceps and flicked his thumb over the edge of her breast again. “I want you to focus on me. Do not look away. I’m going to give you one small orgasm to help you relax.”

  She shook her head. “Jack, I don’t think small is in my repertoire right now.”

  He chuckled. “Just focus on me.” He switched the setting to the solid vibration on a very low setting.

  She panted as she held his gaze. “Jack…” she warned.

  “Trust me. You can do this.” He grabbed her fisted hand from his thigh and threaded their fingers together. “Grip my hand so I’ll know how close you are.”

  She pursed her lips, praying to God she could do as he was suggesting—orgasm on this stool without the entire block realizing it. The indecency of his suggestion nearly drove her over the edge. Finally, she nodded.

  He turned up the intensity.

  She stiffened, squeezing her knees together as her clit swelled. Wetness leaked from her to run down between her thighs.

  “That’s it. Keep your eyes on mine.” He turned it up another notch.

  She squeezed his hand. “Jack…”

  “I love that sound. You’re breathless. Needy. So incredibly sexy.” Another increase.

  She knew the intensity only went up two more clicks. Her pussy gripped at the part of the device inside her. Her clit started to pulse. She bit her lips between her teeth. She didn’t dare look away from him.

  He tapped the phone again, and the intensity was more than she could endure. The orgasm crashed over her immediately as she gasped and swayed toward him. For a moment as her clit throbbed, she thought she might fall off the stool. But Jack grabbed her arm to steady her. He never dropped her gaze.

  The orgasm wasn’t the most intense one she’d ever had, but Jack had calculated it to be that way. How on earth he could do such a thing, she had no idea, but he did. And he was right. She came just hard enough to take the edge off and not so hard that anyone around her was the wiser.

  She hoped. She wasn’t about to scan the patrons to make sure. If anyone was watching her, she would consider this a gift to them. It wasn’t as if she would see them again.

  “That was fucking hot, Grace,” Jack whispered. “Thank you for letting me witness it.”

  She sucked in a breath, thinking she was relatively in control, at least for the time being. “You didn’t exactly give me a choice,” she joked.

  He chuckled. “You aren’t a hostage. You’ve enjoyed every moment of our time together.”

  He was correct. As the heat receded from her cheeks, he returned the setting to the lowest pulse. It kept her on edge, never letting her fully return to normal, which she had no doubt was intentional.

  “Don’t forget you have that safeword,” he joked.

  She rolled her eyes. As if she would have told him to stop giving her an orgasm. A glance at his erection told her he was not unaffected by her orgasm himself. He was straining against his pants. Good. Somehow that made her feel more empowered.

  He set the phone on the bar, making her sigh in relief. She could endure the gentle pulsing for a long time, especially after that small orgasm.

  “Favorite sexual position?” he asked, dragging her back into the game.

  “Um.”

  “You’re hesitating.”

  “Sorry. I’m not sure. I guess I’m kind of boring. I like plain old missionary. I like the press of a man above me and how deep he can get when he’s on top.”

  “You like to be controlled.” It wasn’t a question.

  She nibbled on her top lip. “Maybe.” She hadn’t thought about it that way, but he could be right. Stupid romance novels.

  “Have you ever been restrained?”

  She shook her head, flushing again.

  He smirked. “But you like the idea. You’ve read about it.”

  “Yes.” One breathless word.

  “Have you been spanked before?”

  “No.” But I’m betting I’m about to experience it.

  “Do you like to have your nipples sucked?”

  Lordy. “Yes.” She squirmed, forgetting everything she’d been told.

  He glanced at her lap, made no comment, but seemed to mentally tally her punishment, which made her hotter.

  He leaned forward. “What about your clit? I bet you come hard when a man fucks you with his tongue.”

  She jumped, her body swaying at the suggestion. In fact, she reached out to grab his arm.

  He chuckled, and then he turned toward the bartender. “Owen, can we get some waters?”

  She focused all her energy on breathing while Owen set the drinks down and left them. Her gaze never moved from Jack’s. “You’re evil,” she whispered.

  He wiggled his eyebrows. “You love it, though.” He handed her a water.

  She took it from him, but her hand was shaking, and she jumped in her seat when the condensation dripped onto her chest.

  “That blouse keeps getting better,” Jack teased as he leaned in and kissed her neck.

  She clenched her thighs together tighter, the low hum of the vibrator almost too much now that she had recovered from the small orgasm and been left with the constant vibrations.

  Jack ignored her plight and tapped his lips as if he were thinking. “Let’s see… Wha
t else do I want to know?”

  She swallowed. This was getting dangerous. Eventually he was going to ask something she would be far more mortified to answer.

  “How many times can you orgasm in a row?”

  “Two, but not close together. I need to recuperate between.” That wasn’t bad.

  But then he nailed her. “What’s the most number of orgasms you’ve ever had in a day?”

  Yep. Fuck. “In a day?” she hedged.

  “You heard me.” He grinned.

  She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment.

  “I can see the lie forming in your mind. Just tell me. It’ll be our secret.”

  She lowered her gaze, unable to believe she was going to share this information. “Eight.”

  “Eight?” His voice rose. He scooted forward on his stool, his legs still surrounding hers. “Eight,” he repeated, making her cringe. “You keep track,” he pointed out.

  “Sometimes.”

  He chuckled, but the tone was less humorous and more gotcha. “Especially on a day when the count gets so high.”

  She felt a flush rising and dipped her head lower so he couldn’t see her embarrassment.

  “Eight.” Did he have to keep repeating it? “Eight orgasms. Spread throughout a day. While you’re at your office?”

  She shuddered. “No. That was a Saturday.”

  “Huh. So, you were home.” He seemed to be thinking about this information. “Alone?”

  “Yes.”

  His hands landed on her thighs and ran up to her hips, gripping them. “Must have been quite a day. Was this recently?”

  Oh, Lord. How did he manage to pry so much information out of her? She shrugged.

  He lifted a hand to her chin and tipped her head back. His eyes were dancing with humor. “That’s fucking hot. You must have been exhausted. I wish I could have watched.”

  She pursed her lips. “Can we discuss something else now?”

  Jack smiled at her while he leaned on one hip and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. She never took her gaze off him as he pulled out a few bills and dropped them on the counter.