I fought the tears back because he was right. My mother rarely had anything to do with me. There was no reason I should care that she didn’t want to talk to me.
“It’s fine,” I finally said, knowing they were trying to comfort me. “I don’t care.”
And that was mostly true. I didn’t want to care. It wasn’t like I needed her blessing. I was going to be with Master and Sir regardless of whether she approved or not. I guess somewhere inside was still a little girl who had hoped her mother would show at least a little affection toward her.
I drank a little more wine than I was used to, but it helped to ease some of the pain. I even managed to make it through dinner without bringing the subject up again. Master and Sir carried the conversation, obviously knowing I was still hurting, but respecting my need to pretend it hadn’t happened.
“Would you care for dessert?” the waiter offered after clearing our plates away.
“We would,” Master said, surprising me. He wasn’t the dessert type.
The waiter disappeared, then returned a moment later with a tray full of various sweets. He pointed them out with a brief description of each.
“I’ll have the chocolate mousse,” I told him.
“Very well.” He looked between Master and Sir. “Anything for you?”
“No, we have other plans for dessert,” Sir stated, his tone serious. “However, we will have coffee.”
I couldn’t help it, I chuckled. The waiter’s ears turned red and he forced a smile before heading back to put in the order.
“Other plans for dessert, huh?” I teased.
Both men turned their wicked gazes on me and I felt the full brunt of their sexiness. Perhaps it was the wine, or maybe it was merely them. I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I was just happy to be there, to have them beside me.
I felt one warm hand travel up my left thigh. Another hand moved up my right. At the same time, they forced my legs apart, hooking their feet in front of my ankles to keep me from closing my legs. Thank God there was a tablecloth.
“We’re going to see how well you can behave,” Master whispered, his mouth against my ear. “While we tease that pretty pussy.”
A lightning bolt of heat shot straight up my spine.
“Now, remember where you are,” Sir said, his hand trailing higher on my right thigh. “There are plenty of people in this restaurant, a few probably watching you right now.”
My eyes scanned the room, trying to figure out who could possibly be watching me.
Warm fingers teased my pussy, casually grazing my clit. I swallowed hard, doing my best not to moan. That would draw attention to myself.
Master repositioned my leg so that my knee was hooked over his thigh. Sir did the same so that I was forced to inch my butt forward, giving them better access.
The waiter returned to pour the coffee, and while he was standing there, someone pushed a finger deep into me. I jerked but forced a smile as the waiter looked at me.
“Do you need anything else for now?”
“No,” I squeaked. “I think we’re good.”
“Your dessert should be out momentarily.”
“Thank you.”
That mischievous finger remained buried inside me, teasing me relentlessly. Based on the pressure on my right thigh, I was pretty sure it was Sir’s finger, but I couldn’t be sure because another finger began grazing my clit.
“There’s only one rule, pet.”
I locked eyes with Master as the finger on my clit began pressing insistently.
“I can’t come?”
He smiled, but it was a devilish grin. “Oh, you can come. But no one here can know. So if that’s what you choose to do, then I suggest you disguise it well.”
I wasn’t sure that was possible.
The waiter returned with the chocolate mousse. He set it directly in front of me and offered a quick smile before disappearing. I was pretty sure he knew what was taking place beneath the table.
“Eat up, sweetness,” Sir urged, his teeth nipping my ear. “Because when I get you home, I’m going to have my dessert.”
Swallowing hard, I silently willed him to tell me what that meant.
He kissed my neck. “I intend to have you sit on my face so I can lick this sweet pussy until I’ve had my fill.” As he spoke, he added another finger, pushing deeper into me. When he brushed my G-spot, I whimpered. In an effort to hide my reaction, I grabbed my spoon and took a bite.
I was grateful when they sat up as though nothing was happening. They continued to lean toward me, speaking softly, as though this was just a regular conversation. All the while, they were fingering me and teasing my clit to the point of distraction. At one point, I simply held the spoon up to my mouth, forgetting to take a bite until Master chuckled.
