Locked to Phedre

[timeagent_john]

( from here"Have you ever come in public, Phedre?" John asked softly. "Right in a crowded room... strangers passing by, oblivious. You're an adventurous girl. Seems the sort of thing you'd do at least once

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[marked_rose]

Phedre hesitated, looking down to collect her thoughts and realizing just how drunk she was.

But still, she should... she should let him think that he had control over her, right? Wouldn't that be the best position to be in? The more control he thought he had, the more open he would be, the more he'd tell her when the time came...

She told herself that this was perfect reasoning, and it had nothing to do with how aroused she was.

She stood up from the stool with the pretense of bending over to fix the strap on her shoe, but with her other hand slid her panties down over her waist through her dress. Then once she was seated again she wriggled them down her legs, turning in towards the bar, finally reaching down to grab them dangling from one foot. A black silk thong.

She felt her neck burning just slightly as she pressed them into his hand.

[timeagent_john]

"Good girl," John murmured, slipping them into his pocket and sliding closer again. The server approached once more, and John rested his hand back on her thigh, fingers wandering higher as he ordered himself another beer.

"Order yourself another drink, Phedre," he said, groping her roughly as his hand slid back under her skirt.

[marked_rose]

"Another, please," Phedre said when the server looked at her, and then her eyes immediately dropped down to the table. She was trying not to look at John, because when she did, all she could think was that Jack probably wouldn't be very happy about this...

And still, she couldn't stop herself from shuddering when his fingers nearly bruised her thigh.

[timeagent_john]

When the server left, John pushed her skirt a little higher with his free hand, his other hand moving higher between her legs, not stopping until he was touching her in her most sensitive places. His thumb brushed over her clit once, a light touch that was nearly nothing compared to the way one of his fingers slowly slipped inside her.

"Look at me," he said firmly.