Chapter 27
CHAPTER 27
RUBY
H eart pounding against her chest, Ruby scooched out of the booth, her phone clutched in her hand as she made her way to the bathroom.
Except… she didn’t know where the bathroom was in this place. Which meant she’d have to ask someone.
Great.
Praying her face wasn’t as red as it felt, she looked around for someone to ask.
“Can I help you, ma’am?”
Swallowing a shriek of surprise, she whirled around to face Kessily, and tried to force a smile like her heart wasn’t trying to run a damn marathon. “Ah, yes. Um.” Just ask for the bathroom, don’t make it weird. She doesn’t know why you’re asking. “Bathroom?”
The word came out as a squeak, but if Kessily noticed, she didn’t say. She simply smiled and pointed to something behind Ruby. “Right that way, in the back corner there.”
“Thanks. Thanks.”
Well, that probably could have been more embarrassing. Somehow. Maybe.
She made it to the ladies’ room without incident, relieved to find it completely empty. Hurrying into the first stall, she locked it behind her, and scanned the small, cramped area.
Not exactly the ideal space to play with herself, but at least the bathrooms were clean. Cleaner than she’d expected, which was a relief.
Some of the nervousness and embarrassment she’d felt leaving the table faded, and excitement rose up to take their place. She’d played publicly more than once, but this was… illicit. If she got caught, if someone overheard her, it would be so fucking humiliating.
Why that thought had her stomach jumping with excitement, she didn’t know. She generally didn’t enjoy being humiliated, especially in public, but this felt different. Maybe because she knew, deep down, she could put a stop to it all with one word. That was power, and for someone who had once felt so powerless, she savored that knowledge as she undid her jeans and pushed them to her knees.
Her panties followed, and she stood there, half naked, staring at her blank phone screen for a long moment trying to gather the courage to actually turn the video on.
As she was staring, a message notification popped up on the screen.
Beckett
How’s my good girl doing?
Would she ever not melt at being called his good girl? She hoped not.
Ruby
Okay, Sir. Nervous. A little embarrassed already and I haven’t even started.
What color are you, Ruby?
Some of the knots in her stomach unraveled themselves at that simple question, and she smiled down at the screen as she tapped out her reply.
Green, Sir. I promise I’ll tell you otherwise.
Good girl. Our food should be out soon. If dinner gets to the table before you, it will cost you.
Shit. What did that mean?
Not wanting to waste time wondering about it, she swiped open the camera app on her phone and selected the video option.
And hit record.
Tilting the device so he could see down her body when he watched the video, she slid her free hand down her stomach to between her thighs. The angle was weird and uncomfortable, especially since she could only spread her legs so far, but she managed to get her fingers between her soaked pussy lips.
That first touch of her own fingertips to her clit shocked a gasp out of her, and despite the bathroom still being empty by some miracle, she immediately pressed her lips together as she stroked that swollen bud. Normally, she enjoyed a gentle ride to an orgasm when she was masturbating, but she didn’t have that kind of time right now. So she pressed harder, biting back a whimper as pleasure flooded her veins.
And when that pleasure was at its peak, and she knew she was just a couple seconds from imploding, she forced herself to pull back, to let the pleasure ebb.
“One, Sir,” she whispered for the camera.
Dragging in a deep breath, she waited a few heartbeats longer for her system to settle a bit before pressing her fingers to her clit again. It took even less time for her to reach that peak a second time, as primed as she was.
And just as she was teetering on the edge, ready to fall, she heard it. The bathroom door opening and someone shuffling to the bathroom stall beside hers.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
Could they tell what she was doing? Were her feet positioned weird? Had they heard her playing with herself when they walked in?
Oh sweet baby Jesus, could they smell her? The scent of her own arousal was so strong in her own nose, her knees nearly buckled with humiliation at the thought that someone else might be able to smell it as well.
Why the hell had she agreed to this?
Oh, right. Because she was a good girl, and her Daddy had asked her to. And instead of safewording the fuck out like a normal human being, she’d willingly put herself in a situation where someone could overhear her edging herself for her Daddy’s pleasure.
Would he enjoy this more, knowing she’d almost gotten caught? Knowing her humiliation was riding at an all-time high as she stood, frozen, waiting for the person in the other stall to finish their business?
The thought that her discomfort would please him should have pissed her off. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a little voice whispered that this wasn’t normal. That she wasn’t normal.
Because it didn’t piss her off. It only made her already aching clit throb even harder with need, knowing that he would enjoy hearing about this added humiliation. That he would simply smirk when she told him about how embarrassing it was, standing in that bathroom stall, terrified she might be discovered.
That when she was done, when she returned to their table with her face flaming and her heart still pounding with that delicious combination of fear and excitement, he would simply take her hand in his and call her his good girl. And that it would all be worth it for those two words.
Maybe she wasn’t normal. But she was Beckett Stone’s good girl, and that was a hell of a lot better than normal.
With that in mind, she tilted the phone up so he could see her face when she whispered her next words. “Two, Sir.”
Ignoring the shuffling in the stall beside her, she stroked her wet, needy pussy, driving herself to that knife’s edge of pleasure a third time as a second person walked into the bathroom. The humiliation was still there, but it only lent an edge to her excitement as she took herself to the brink and forced herself back.
“Three, Sir.”
Did her new companions hear her? The thought of being overheard, of two strangers knowing what a good girl she was being for her Daddy nearly sent her flying over the edge of oblivion.
As she waited, again, for the need to fade to a more tolerable level, her ‘audience’ exited the bathroom. She was almost disappointed she wouldn’t be able to perform for them some more, but the disappointment faded as soon as her fingers went back to work.
“F-four, Sir,” she gasped out, her fingers trembling as she forced them away from her poor, aching clit. “Daddy, please. I’m dying here. Please let me come.”
It was useless to beg. Not only because Beckett wouldn’t hear it until she sent him the video after the fact, but because even if he could hear her, she knew damn well he wouldn’t relent. Not until she’d done exactly as he’d asked.
But it no doubt would amuse him, and please him, to know she’d been so mindless with need she’d ignored all common sense and begged anyway.
One more. You just need one more. You can do it, baby.
His voice in her head was the only thing giving her enough strength to push toward that fifth, painful almost-orgasm. And by the time she reached that sharp edge one final time, her hands were trembling so hard she nearly dropped her phone.
“Five, Sir!”
Breaths coming in gulping, gasping lungfuls, she braced herself against the wall of the bathroom stall as her system settled. At least somewhat. Even when her breathing had calmed and it no longer felt like her heart was trying to beat right out of her chest, the ache between her thighs remained. So much so that when she stopped recording to pull her panties and jeans back up, she actually whimpered when the material pressed against her clit.
With her clothes back in place, she pulled up Beckett’s texts and attached the video. And paused.
She hadn’t sent a video like this to anyone in a very long time. Not in years. Not since him .
Would Beckett honor his promise not to watch it in the restaurant? Would he keep it to himself? Would he try to use it against her when their situationship finally ran her course?
Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back against the wall. Maybe it was stupid, reckless to trust someone that much. But if she couldn’t trust Beckett Stone to keep his word, then she wasn’t sure she could trust anyone.
So she forced her eyes open, forced herself to send the video before she could second-guess her own sanity, then shoved the phone back into her pocket.
On shaky legs, she exited the bathroom stall to wash her hands before making her way back to the table. Her face felt like the surface of the sun, and she just knew everyone in the restaurant could tell what she’d been up to in there.
But none of that mattered. The only person whose opinion she actually gave a damn about was watching her approach, that little smirk she’d expected to see playing on his lips as she slid into the booth.
“You look… adorably mussed, Ruby Red. Were you a good girl for me?”
“Yes, Sir. Five times, just like you asked.”
The fierce pride that flashed in his eyes made every second of discomfort she’d just faced worth it. “That’s my good fucking girl. I can’t wait to reward you when I finally get you back in my bed.”
Heat flared between her thighs and she nearly moaned at the ache that came roaring back to life at his words. It was going to be a long fucking meal.
Beckett
Dinner was an exercise in patience. Everything in him was screaming at him to get her the fuck out of there, to get her in her bed, where she belonged, so he could fuck them both senseless.
But watching Ruby squirm on the bench across from him, the blush she’d been sporting when she’d returned from the bathroom never quite leaving her cheeks was its own reward in the meantime. One he intended to enjoy for as long as possible.
And so he dragged out their meal, asking her questions about herself as they ate. Where she’d grown up, how many siblings she had, what kind of extracurriculars she’d been involved in at school.
She’d lived in Charleston her entire life, he learned. The only child of two doting parents who’d moved out west for her father’s job. She missed them, it was clear to see, but for the most part she seemed to have accepted having them so far away. From the answers she gave, he could have been convinced she’d lived a perfectly normal, uneventful life.
Until he asked about college.
Her eyes, which always told him so much, went completely blank. “I didn’t go to college.”
Interesting. “Were you just not interested?”
“I was.”
Clearly, this was a topic she didn’t want to discuss. And yet, he couldn’t help but press. “Then why didn’t you go?”
“I just didn’t,” she snapped, stabbing at the salad she’d ordered in place of fries with such ferocity he nearly winced. “Please drop it.”
“All right. Dropping it.” Because it wasn’t any of his business. Even if he was playing Daddy for the night, he had no right to dig up an obviously very painful part of his past.
No matter how much he was dying to do exactly that.
“Sorry.” Setting her fork down with a quiet sigh, Ruby lifted her gaze to meet his, and now those brown depths were anything but blank. They were filled with grief, and his heart shattered at the sight of it. “It’s… still a very touchy subject for me. I’d rather not discuss it, if that’s alright with you. Sir.”
“Of course. What would you like to talk about instead?”
The blush on her cheeks darkened as her lips curved up. “Actually… I think I’m all done talking, Sir.”
His cocked jerked painfully in his pants, letting him know he’d dragged things out long enough. “I think I am, too. Let’s go home, Ruby Red.”