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She’d been nervous at first, worried that they would be seen, but she’d followed his direction and soon her anxiety had disappeared and she’d all but forgotten where they were. It felt good to let go of the fear and to trust in him. Sucking that beautiful cock of his with the added worry that they might be caught had been beyond exciting and when Charles had come in her mouth, Elena had nearly lost it too. She was right on edge, craving the release. She was squirming wildly in her seat, aching. She needed to be filled. Wanted to be fucked.
    With an uncontrollable need, she sat back in the chair and lifted the hem of her dress, placing a hand on her pussy. She was so wet, poised. It would take next to nothing to make her come. She looked over at Charles again and when she stroked a finger over her clit, she gasped, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet space. Charles’ face became suddenly serious, his eyes a shade darker. He shook his head as he reached for her hand and moved it away, holding it tightly in his.
    “No, Elena. You can’t pleasure yourself. Your pleasure belongs to me now.”
    “What?” Elena tried to pull her hand away, but Charles’ grip was firm. “I can’t touch myself? But I need to come.”
    “And you will. But by my hand, my mouth, my cock.”
    Delightful shivers danced over Elena’s body. She wanted it all, everything. Wanted him to bend her over the table and fuck her right here on the terrace. She couldn’t believe she was entertaining such thoughts, but Charles made her want things she’d have never considered before. When he licked his lips and lowered his eyes to her pussy, Elena knew what she needed most—his mouth on her, his tongue deep inside, lapping her juices and flicking over her clit.
    “Please,” she whispered. Elena was not used to begging, but she’d do it and gladly if it would get her what she needed.
    Charles’ grin was positively feral. He let go of her hand then inched his fingers up her thigh. Elena held her breath in anticipation, but Charles merely grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it back into place, covering her.
    “What are you doing?” Elena asked, outraged. “What about me? I need…”
    “Later,” Charles said. “Pierre is about to return.”
    Oh hell no . “Tell him we need longer. You can’t leave me like this.”
    “Just who makes the rules here, Elena?”
    “But…”
    Charles raised an eyebrow, wordlessly daring her to argue, and that was when Elena realised that this was a type of test. Charles was seeing how well she could submit, adhere to his demands.
    She squeezed her legs shut and fought for control, but the position put pressure on her sensitive clit so she reopened them. Suppressing her need was torture. “Can I ask you something?”
    Charles nodded. “Of course. You can ask me anything.”
    “Why? Why are you making me wait?”
    “You told me earlier that you trust me.”
    “I do.” Elena furrowed her brow in confusion. “But what has that got to do with…?”
    “It’s called delayed gratification,” Charles said. “When I do finally allow you to come, it will be all the better because you had to wait for it.” Charles leaned in close. “And I promise you when it happens, it’s going to be fucking amazing. Does that answer your question?”
    Elena swallowed and nodded, unsure her voice would work if she tried to answer. She understood the concept of delayed gratification, but did Charles understand how great her need was? Probably, and that was exactly the point, wasn’t it? Vivid images of what he would do to her later flashed through her mind and Elena’s need spiralled. Would he tie her down? Would he spank her? Use toys on her? Would he use his mouth to make her come or would that long, thick cock of his bring her to orgasm? She shivered. Charles looked at her expectantly and Elena realised he was still waiting for her reply.
    “Yes,” she managed to answer, her voice trembling and low. “That