Adrianna's Undies by Lacey Alexander Read Free Book Online Page B

experienced might have been cowed by this, but not Adrianna. In this moment, she took pleasure in lifting her gaze to the men at the table. She made eye contact with one of them—a tall, dark and handsome type—and that drew the more direct attention of the rest. As they looked, their eyes between her legs but then rising upward to see what kind of woman did such a thing, she moved her gaze from one to the next, as if to say, This kind of woman .
    Knowing that the angle allowed only the men at the opposite table to see, she didn’t bother resituating when the waiter returned with the check. “How was the fondue?” he asked.
    “I would say it surpassed all our expectations,” Tristan smoothly replied, and Adrianna worked to stifle a smile.
    A moment later, Tristan placed two hundred dollar bills in the check binder, then said to her, “Let your dress ride high enough to give them another good look at that pretty pussy when you get up.”
    “All right,” she said, the very flesh in question thrilling even more at the demand. Again, she didn’t think or consider her answer, and even though she normally wouldn’t have done it, she suddenly didn’t mind if that’s what Tristan wanted.
    So as they rose to go, her dress barely covering her ass due to the way she’d been sitting, she didn’t rush to pull it down. In fact, as she stood next to the table waiting for Tristan to scoot free from the booth, she purposely faced her lusty-eyed admirers and subtly let her fingers curl around the dress’s hem just enough to lift it another inch or so. When a barely audible groan echoed from one of the men, she knew she’d achieved Tristan’s goal.
    A second later, she swiftly readjusted the dress, and as they left the restaurant and walked back through the busy casino, the slot machines all clicking and clanging around them, Adrianna felt the flesh-on-flesh rub of her pussy with each move she made. Her breasts bounced slightly and every step she took made the tops of her boots rub against the sensitive skin of her thighs. Amazing, she thought. Tristan hadn’t so much as touched her, but he’d still managed to arouse the hell out of her.
    As they walked through the gaming area between a row of blackjack tables and roulette wheels, gamblers stopped to look at her and she enjoyed stealing away their attention, distracting them from their bets. Her cunt oozed with readiness and she wondered if her wetness could possibly roll down her legs.
    She was dying for sex, dying to be with Tristan, ready for anything. Please. Please let him fuck me now. Please let him touch me, lick me, make me come. And then please let him ram that big, beautiful cock into me where I feel so empty right now.
    But as they exited the Luxor, a cool night breeze swept over her and somehow cleared her head a bit. As they got into the car—the sexy blond driver again subtly looking her over as he held the door—Adrianna got hold of herself . Stop it. This is not you. This is wine. And champagne. And Ultimate Pleasure Panties. And the rush from flashing strange men.
    At the demand of your lover , she couldn’t help adding in her mind. A bitter truth.
    Face it. It turned you on. To do it not because you wanted to, but because he bade it.
    God, that was unsettling. She let out a sigh, her breasts sinking heavily against the half-cups of her corset.
    She had really, truly begun to take pleasure in following his commands, doing his will.
    And it had to stop now .
    * * * * *
    Tristan was hard as a rock. Although he’d participated in a three-way or two, and he’d played a few light bondage games with willing partners over the years, he’d never before asked a woman to share herself with other men in the way he’d just demanded of Adrianna. It had mostly been an impulse he’d followed—but why had he done it? To enforce his control on her, certainly—yet he supposed it also excited him, or his ego perhaps, to show those other guys what he had, what he got