I look over at the table and spy a selection of sex toys laid out on top of a black satin cloth. I hike up an eyebrow and look over at Vaughn, but his gaze remains stoic, not willing to end the play to explain.

It’s my call, that look says. Obey or not.

My fingertips reach down for the hem of my flirty skirt and drag it up to the top of my thighs. The cool night air rushes in and my whole body shivers. Vaughn is mesmerized as he watches, his eyes fixated on my sex as it’s revealed.

“Like that, Mr. Asher?” I ask him in a low voice that makes me feel vulnerable and powerful at the same time. “Can you see me?”

His gaze rests on my exposed pu**y for a few more seconds and then he tears himself away and finds my face once again. “That’s perfect, love. That’s perfect. I’m going to reward you for that, but first I’m going to ask you to decide how the servers will see you as they bring our food.”

He stops, waiting for a protest from me. But I’m far too turned on by the soft rug and submissive position to doubt that whatever he does tonight, it will be spectacular.

“Perfect,” he says, reading my silence as willingness. “You can sit on my lap with a toy inside you, facing forward with the skirt covering the parts of you that now belong to me. Or you can just sit like you are at my feet. Covered up, of course.”

It should be such an obvious choice, right? I should immediately say, covered up at your feet, not secretly getting f**ked by an assortment of sex toys.

But even though that’s what the angel on my shoulder is saying, the little sex demon on the other side is begging me to say lap.

“Grace? I didn’t think it would be a difficult question.”

Neither did I. “Lap,” I say quietly.

“Why?” he asks through a huge smile.

“Because I might like it. And I know you planned this.” I wave my arms to the magical fantasyland he’s created on this dingy rooftop terrace. “And I want to experience this night the way you planned it.”

He chuckles and smiles. And even though I’ve seen every public picture they have of this man, I’ve never seen that smile.

“Oh, you are so unpredictable, Grace. I can’t get enough. Now, stand up, turn around, and bend over.”

I do as I’m told. I’m far too turned on at the moment to put up a fight. I want to see what he can do. I want to see how he can make me feel. I want, I realize, to experience him in control. Fully in control. When I bend down in front of him he sucks in his breath and then leans in and blows it out and the warm currents of air travel across my exposed pleasure zone. His finger dips inside me, wiggles briefly to make sure I’m wet, and then he drags my juice up to my ass**le.

“The toy goes in here this time, sweets. So just try and relax.” I do my best as he plays with me, dragging the lubricant up to the tight bud of my ass, and then without warning, he slips something inside me with a firm thrust that stirs every last nerve ending awake.

I expected it to hurt more, but it’s so fast, the initial pain is already wearing off when he pulls his hand back. “Good, girl,” he says in a deep throaty voice that lets me know he’s getting off on this as much as I am.

“I am a good girl, Mr. Asher, please be nice.”

“Mmmm,” is all he says as he licks me, a long sweep up my slit that ends just before it reaches my newly opened ass. This makes me bite my lip to stop a cry of pleasure. His tongue circles the toy and my entire body shudders with a chill.

“Now we make it exciting,” he says as the toy inside me begins to vibrate. He pumps his c**k with his free hand behind me. The rhythmic slapping of skin combined with the sudden vibration inside my ass almost has me over the edge, but his calming hand on my hip steadies me. “Straighten up and sit back onto my lap.”

I swallow hard, then stand up and step backwards, stopping when I hit his legs. And then his c**k is at my slick entrance. Hard and thick, almost pulsating along with the toy inside my ass.

“Sit, Grace,” he says in a low whisper. “Sit down on my cock.”

I ease down and he fills me up. “Ohhhh, holy f**k—”

My nipple is twisted and I try to scoot away, but his hand is firmly around my waist, holding me in place.

“If you say that word again, I will gag your mouth. Do you understand, sweets?”

“Yes, Mr. Asher.” It comes out so fast and so automatic it takes me by surprise.

“Now, sit all the way back and get comfortable,” he says as he arranges my chiffon skirt so it covers me up.

I adjust myself, hesitant to sit back as he commands, because the anal toy makes the whole experience very, very different from any sexual experience I’ve ever had. He gives me a few seconds to decide to comply, and then he just pulls me back until I’m against his chest.

I let out a long moan. “Asher,” I whimper. “Asher, I’m going to come.”

The nipple twist doesn’t make me scoot away this time, instead it brings me closer. Vaughn’s hand leaves my breast and grabs his phone from the table, typing out a message. And a few seconds later, the doors open and several servers appear on the roof with trays of covered dishes.

“I want you to come, Grace,” Vaughn whispers discreetly into my ear. “But right now these people are serving us food. So you will not come until they leave.”

As the last word comes out the intensity of the vibrations in my ass increase. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and do my best to stay in control. There seems like an endless supply of silver domes plated being arranged on the table on the other side of the sex toys. The servers have the good sense to ignore everything around them and just concentrate on their jobs.

Finally, they exit the terrace and it’s just Vaughn and I again. “You did so well, Grace. So well. Now tell me, are you ready to eat?”

“No, I’m ready to come.” I turn, shifting in his lap enough to make me moan. “May I come, Mr. Asher?”

“No, baby. Not yet. Bring your arms up and hold me here.” He positions my hands so they are behind me, grabbing onto his messy and deliciously sexy hair.

That turns me on harder. I close my eyes and just enjoy it. And just when I know there is no possible way to withhold my orgasm, my back buckles and my head drops back onto Vaughn’s shoulder.

“Come, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “Come for me, come for me, come for me.”