A Subtle Domination

This is for Katami because her other sort of smut got held up by a certain very reluctant man with glasses.

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The valet at the exclusive Tokyo restaurant couldn’t help but stare at the utterly gorgeous redhead getting out of the driver’s side of the sleek Maybach 62. Her hair was swept up into an elegant coiffure, set off perfectly by the emeralds and diamonds at her ears and around her neck. The green silk wrap dress hugged her body and showed off long slender legs that seemed to go on for miles and the finishing touch was a pair of lethal looking black and silver stilettos.

She smiled and handed the valet the keys, leaning close enough to say quietly, “If you scratch it, I’m bending you over the car and fucking you with a strap on, Hiro,” in perfect Japanese before going around the car and opening the door for her companion. The big man on the passengers side unfolded himself from the car and stood before offering his companion his arm. The valet stared at the man for a moment, awaiting instructions before the woman turned her head and said. “You won’t be getting anything out of him. He isn’t allowed to carry money. Just go park the car and remember what I said, Hiro.”

The valet stood staring after the couple until another car pulled in behind the Maybach and he was snapped back to his duties.

Schuldig barely managed to suppress a chuckle as he and Crawford walked toward the doors of the restaurant.

“How do I let you talk me into these things?” Crawford mused quietly, secretly thankful that Schuldig really could pull off looking like a beautiful woman instead of a man in drag.

“Because you secretly crave these kinds of things, my beautiful slave. That’s why.”

Crawford couldn’t fault the logic of that and remained silent as they walked in and informed the maitre d of their reservations. Rather Schuldig informed him, Crawford was not allowed to speak to strangers for the entire night. Schuldig also ordered for both of them and chose the wine to go with dinner while his companion said nothing to the waiter. When the waiter left Schuldig turned to Crawford with a small smile.

“Now, when the food arrives, you will feed me two bites before taking one of your own food. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Ma . . . Mistress.”

“You remembered. Good and bad. I was hoping for a reason to punish you tonight.”

“I’m certain you’ll think of something, Mistress.”

They chatted about various things until the food arrived and as ordered, Crawford fed Schuldig two bites to every one of his own meal. He felt rather self conscious as he knew that several sets of eyes were trained on them in the room full of people. But that was the whole point after all. The entire time Schuldig’s well manicured fingernails were subtly running from Crawford’s knee to mid-thigh, making him want to squirm slightly at the touch. He nearly jumped out of his seat when that hand drifted higher, lightly caressing the rapidly growing bulge in his dress slacks.

“Bradley, my beautiful slave,” Schuldig breathed into his ear. “I want my desert now.”

There was no doubt in Crawford’s mind just what kind of “desert” the other man wanted.

“Here?” Crawford asked, glancing around at the other diners.

“Ja. Now.”

Crawford nodded slightly and with one last glance around to make sure those who had been watching earlier had returned their attention to their meals, slid obediently under the table. He ran his hands up Schuldig’s calves encased in the silk stockings he was wearing to his thighs, enjoying the promise of touching bare skin shortly. He smiled a little when he realized that the other man had chosen to forego any underwear this evening, probably because he already had this little scenario planned out in his mind.

Schuldig’s breath caught a little as one of Crawford’s strong hands closed over his aching length, lightly stroking him to full hardness. He had been half hard most of the evening anyway. Just the planning of this scene had made him almost giddy with delight. He had to bite into the napkin to keep the pleased scream at bay upon feeling that very hot tongue he knew so well lick him from root to tip in one long stroke. He felt more than heard the long moan drawn from his beautiful slave. This was something his Bradley enjoyed and was particularly good at, he thought as he peeked under the table at the top of that dark head bobbing up and down on a very sensitive part of his anatomy. He hunched forward and bit down on the edge of the napkin again as the final throes of pleasure temporarily stole his breath. He sat there panting for a moment and tried to collect himself while his slave peered out from under the table to see if anyone was looking before sliding back into his seat.

Crawford’s normally immaculate hair was slightly mussed and Schuldig leaned forward to wipe a missed spot from the corner of his mouth.

“You missed some,” he said, smiling seductively. “Time to go, Bradley.”

“I don’t think . . .” Crawford began, glancing down at the very obvious erection he still had.

“No. You aren’t thinking tonight. That’s my job. I think I’ll be showing these losers what I have,” Schuldig said, standing up and pulling Crawford up by the tie. “And what they can only admire from a distance.”