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it's no secret that the food here is incredible.
Agreed?”
    I simply nodded enthusiastically since my mouth was full of
perfectly-cooked meat.
    “So,” he said, “people come here to enjoy a good
meal, sometimes with a few...extras...and sometimes not.”
    “And the waitstaff?” I asked. “Do they all have...a relationship with you?”
    “My staff here knows their place, yes. But no, I haven't
technically slept with any of them, if that's what you're asking.”
    “Technically?”
    He took another slow, deliberate sip of his wine.
    “But you didn't answer my question,” I insisted. “Is
this all? Just this room?”
    “There's the main dining room, this dining room, and the VIP
lounge.”
    My pussy pulsed involuntarily. The excitement must have shown on my
face because Jake laughed.
    “Don't worry, Miss Wells. We'll go there next. But first, slide
over here and sit next to me so we can properly enjoy our dessert.”

Chapter 8
    I slowly slid around the booth as Jake welcomed me to his side,
draping his arm easily over my shoulders. Right on cue, the large
doors opened and Michael wheeled in an elegant silver cart filled
with long-stemmed glasses. As Michael set the glasses on the table
one by one, Jake began to nuzzle into my neck, his lips gently
trailing along the side of my jawline. Michael looked pointedly into
my eyes as he continued to lay out the dessert cups, each one filled
with something different. Some looked to hold whipped cream, other
strawberries, chocolate mouse, or melted caramel.
    Jake's kisses trailed lower, and he bit teasingly at the lace
covering my shoulder, nipping lightly. His warm hand once again found
my knee, and I moaned softly as he didn't hesitate with his touch,
but rather slipped his fingers all the way up, underneath the
panties, and gently into my wet slit. His fingers began slowly
pumping in and out while his thumb found my clit, and it took a fair
amount of effort to keep my head from falling back against the seat.
    “Madame?” Michael never broke eye contact.
    “Mmhmm?” I was too far gone for full sentences.
    “Is everything to your liking?” He looked directly at
Jake's hand buried in my pussy, my skirt shoved above my waist.
    “Oh, yeah. Yes. Yes, it is. Thank you, Michael.”
    “Very well.” Michael smirked, bowed slightly, and then
reluctantly turned his eyes away, leaving us alone in the room once
more.
    Jake looked up at me, clearly pleased with himself. “You
handled that like a pro, Miss Wells. I'm impressed.”
    “And you, Master ,” I said, tilting my head so my
neck was once again exposed to him, “are an ass.”
    He chuckled against my throat, and pulled away, reaching for the
glass filled with chocolate mousse. Removing his hand from my core,
he dipped his fingers in the mousse, scooping up a dollop and holding
it to my lips. I eagerly sucked on his digits, purposefully rolling
my tongue around the tips and lightly dragging my teeth along the
sides. He needed to know that I could drive him crazy, too.
    Jake growled softly and pulled his fingers out, again dipping them in
the mousse. This time, instead of sliding the dessert into my open
mouth, he ran it along my lower lip, smearing the chocolate
thoroughly, then sucking the remaining mousse of his fingers.
Cradling the back of my head, he slowly leaned in until just the tip
of his tongue reached out to trail gently against my mouth. I openly
moaned, already more turned on than I'd ever been.
    “Jake,” I whispered, “please kiss me. Please .”
Immediately after I said it, I realized I should have called him
Master, but luckily he was too caught up in the moment to notice or
care.
    As if a little encouragement was all he needed, he crushed his mouth
to mine as his tongue teased, his mouth sucking on my lower lip and
biting hard. His hands in my hair and mine grasping his shoulders
roughly, I couldn't think about anything other than my want for him.
My need for him. He broke the kiss first, and