Adrianna's Undies by Lacey Alexander Read Free Book Online

restaurant studying her—particularly a nearby table of four thirty-something businessmen—but eyes didn’t bother her all that much. What mattered right now here was staying relaxed, both physically and mentally. Not letting him get the best of her. Not really ever submitting to him on the inside . If she could come out of this with both her company and the knowledge she hadn’t really given in to him, in her heart and mind, it would be a win-win.
    A pot of hot chocolate fondue arrived with a selection of bread and fruits. When—as Tristan dug in, dipping a chunk of apple into the chocolate— she only watched, he finally turned to her, placing a slice of banana on a skewer and slipping it into her hand. “Eat,” he said in that low, commanding voice of his. She hated that something in the sound made her pussy ripple—yet she had no choice but to dip the banana in the pot and take a bite.
    The rich, decadent chocolate warmed her body and permeated her senses, and when she spotted Tristan’s gaze on her lips, it turned her breasts weighty, needy. Tristan pointed to the corner of his mouth, meaning there was chocolate on the corner of hers . With their gazes connected, she let her tongue dart out and lick it away, not realizing until afterward how sexy it probably looked, and how sexy it would feel with his eyes on her. Suddenly, any comfort she’d started to experience with him died away.
    “Try one of the marshmallows,” he said.
    So she did, dipping it in the chocolate before placing it atop a rectangular piece of graham cracker. “Mini-s’more,” she commented then took a delicious bite.
    He looked amused, which also made him handsome. “How do you even know what a s’more is , Adrianna?”
    “I’ve camped,” she said. “Once. Against my better judgment.”
    He chuckled as she ate the rest. And then his humor faded, just as it had earlier—as if he suddenly remembered their arrangement and had decided he wasn’t making her submit to his will enough. His eyes went dark, demanding, the mood at their table changing completely as he said, “Spread your legs.”
    Despite herself, she couldn’t help being surprised. It was so sudden. “What?”
    “You heard me. Spread.”
    It was as she followed the command, slowly parting her legs beneath the table, that she realized just how swollen her cunt had remained despite thinking she was relaxed and in control. Not so. The motion let her know that the flesh between her thighs remained just as needy as before dinner—possibly even more so.
    She tensed, watching, as Tristan plucked up a plump, ripe strawberry, but rather than dipping in into the chocolate, he reached under the table, between her legs, and without ever touching his fingers to her skin, he smoothly raked the tip of the strawberry upward through her pussy.
    She sucked in her breath audibly, aware that it drew the gazes of the suit-clad men a few feet away, but she kept her eyes on Tristan as he lifted the succulent piece of fruit to his mouth to take a big bite. Her face warmed, both from the slick but too-brief sensation and from wondering if Tristan could taste her wetness this way.
    “ Mmm ,” he said after swallowing.
    Can you taste it? Can you taste my cunt? But she bit her tongue. Don’t ask. Don’t care.
    And as it turned out, she didn’t have to ask anyway, since he leaned near her ear to say, “Your pussy juice is a better condiment than any fondue, my dear Adrianna. Now spread wider for me. I’m hungry and I want more.”

Chapter Four
    Taking a deep breath, Adrianna spread her legs even wider—wide enough that she could feel her pussy parting, opening, wide enough that the cool air circulating through the room seemed to give her wet flesh a kiss.
    This time, when Tristan reached under the table with another strawberry, he stroked it upward through her cunt more slowly. It felt like a tongue. She had to bite her lip, clench her muscles, not to cry out. Mmm, God, she needed more