Chapter 24: Cumming at My Father-in-Law’s Table

Ivy’s pov

It was Anthony Braddock. Angel’s father. My father-in-law.

"Shit!"

I ducked my head immediately, dragging my brown hair forward like a curtain over my face. It was too short and was a flimsy shield, but it was all I had, dammit.

What if he recognizes me? Dad was sensible enough to pretend not to know me, but I doubted Anthony would be that smart.

I didn’t think he even knew I was currently spying on our competitors and working as a housekeeper for them. There was a frantic drumbeat of terror in my chest.

The vibrator in my cunt increased a level higher, and my breath hitched. Oh fuck, not now, Roman!

I shot a desperate glare at him, but he was already looking at me, his hazel eyes dark with a feral, primal hunger that made my pussy clench.

He gave a slight nod, and the vibrations kicked up another notch, sending a jolt straight to my clit. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from crying out, the taste of copper flooding my mouth.

"You’re being cruel," I mouthed, hoping the conversations in the hall would cover up with gasps and pants.

His eyes softened, and he leaned close, breath hot against my ear.

"I’m sorry, you look so fucking beautiful when you’re trying not to fall apart for me, Vivi. Absolutely breathtaking. Just let go. I’ve got you. Do you think you can cum for me, right here?"

"What?" I hissed through my teeth. "No! Roman, that’s crazy-"

Just then, a waiter appeared behind us and placed a platter of roasted duck in the center of our table, making me swallow my words. Roman turned towards me, his arm reaching across my body.

"Allow me."

As he served a portion onto my plate, his forearm brushed deliberately against the side of my tits, and it was like a match to gasoline.

My entire body tensed, my back arching slightly as a fresh wave of raw, unadulterated lust washed over me.

My nipples pebbled into hard, aching tips, desperate for his touch. He held my gaze, letting out a low groan. "You are so responsive,"

My pussy tightened unbearably around the toy.

Oh god, I was losing control. My knuckles were white where I gripped my fork, my body writhing against my seat.

"Are you alright, my dear?"

I turned my head in the direction of the voice, a placid smile already forming on my lips.

"I’m quite alright, thank you, just a little warm-"

I started, but the words died in my throat.

My eyes landed on my father-in-law; his eyes were currently fixed on me with a look of concern.

Oh God, I was screwed! Sweat pellets rolled down my skin as I mumbled an apology, looking away immediately.

Then Roman, the beautiful, wicked devil, decided to torment me some more. The vibrator inside me suddenly kicked into high gear, a savage one that sent a white-hot streak of pleasure tearing up my spine.

A moan slipped from my lips before I could bite it back. The chattering at our table died. All conversation ceased and every head turned in my direction.

I could feel their stares, a dozen pairs of eyes burning into me, including Anthony Braddock’s. I wanted to sink into the floor, to be swallowed whole by the plush carpet. I was going to be sick.

I was going to cum!

"Miss? Are you quite alright?" a woman to my left asked.

Damn him, I cursed Roman mentally, while trying to form a coherent sentence.

"I’m... I’m fine," I stammered, my voice breathy and thin.

"Just a... a cramp."

As if to punish me for the lie, the vibrator intensified again, a deep, churning rhythm that felt like it was liquifying my insides.

My eyes rolled back in their sockets for a second, the pleasure so intense it was blinding. I could feel my pussy clenching, greedily gripping the pulsing toy, my slickness coating my inner thighs, drenching my dress.

"Are you sure, my dear? You look faint. Perhaps you need some air-"

"Is that it, sweetheart?" Roman’s voice dripping with honey reached my ears. "Do you need air?"

"She’s here with the Knight?" The lady who had been so kind gasped in horror. The murmurings resumed.

I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my blurry vision to see what was going on, but my train of thought was completely wrecked, derailing with every brutal pulse of the vibrator. Oh god, my father-in-law was just across the freaking table.

I had to get out of here. Now.

I gripped the table, ready to get up, but before I could stand, Roman’s hand shot out, grabbing mine, leaning closer to me.

His grip was like iron. He pulled my hand across his lap, pressing it flat against the straining bulge in his tuxedo pants.

His cock was rock-hard, the thick shaft throbbing with need under my palm. A fresh gush of wetness pooled between my thighs.

"Don’t go, baby," he whispered so that only I could hear.

"You can’t be serious right now," I panted, digging my teeth into my bottom lip, while my cunt throbbed fiercely. "I’m so close, Ro, I can’t hold back."

His eyes lit up excitedly like Christmas lights. "Can I see? Please? I want to watch you cum,"

My eyes widened, pleading with him. "No. Not here,"

"Why not?" He rasped, his cock throbbing hotly under my palm. He pressed my hand harder over his dick, hissing.

"Look at what you do to me, Vivi. You’re a fucking vision, you know that? Do your eyes light up when you cum?"

"I don’t know-" I choked out when his hand moved under the table to my thighs, skimming it lightly, and somehow, somehow that was too much.

The pleasure skyrocketed, going higher and higher. I couldn’t fight it. My body betrayed me, and with a choked sob, I dropped my head to the table. I was going to cum to a Knight brother touching me and my father-in-law just across the table!