Back and Better book novel Chapter 35

Chapter Thirty-Five

Damon, Christian, Erebus and I sit in a restaurant-about to enjoy a candle-lit dinner. Hopefully followed by some bedroom fun, which I suspect it will, knowing my mates.

My mates cleared booked the entire restaurant, so that we can have privacy. I guess there are perks to having three rich, Alpha males as mates.

I look up as a waiter approaches. He appears to be a teenager, which is kind of at odds with him working in such a high end restaurant. The place is Italian, and was originally family-owned-before the food started attracting high-end customers, and it expanded.

“Good evening, my name is Leo. I’ll be your server tonight. May I get you started with drinks?” he asks, sending me a flirtatious smile that I return with a prim one of my own.

Damon growls at Leo, who swiftly lowers his eyes, before ordering a fancy-sounding bottle of wine for the four of us. Leo gives a quick nod before turning on his heel and heading away.

Once he disappears into the kitchen, Damon turns to me as a wicked smile adorns his face. He slips his hand into his suit pocket, retrieving a tiny device with a few buttons on it.

“I have a surprise for you,” he says. Something tells me this surprise is going to be very s****l.

Damon clicks a button on the remote, and suddenly vibrations start up in my panties. I jolt, standing up out of instinct

“Sit down,” Erebus growls. The dom voice he’s using makes me instantly obey-dropping back down into my seat. The added friction of being seated on something makes the sensation rippling through my p***y more intense.

I give Damon a both questioning and desperate look. When he laid out my clothes, I noticed that he got me a new pair of panties, but I never thought that they would turn into a vibrator on command.

“s*x stores sell the most enticing things these days. Like panties with special vibrating pads built into them.” He presses a button on the remote several times, and the vibrations become more intense.

“Please, not now,” I moan out, trying to fight the sensations bombarding me. But it’s no use. When Damon wants to do something to me, he does it. No if, and’s, or but’s.

Damon leans forward in his seat, and I have to fight the moan threatening to escape my throat.

“You have two options, Amira. Option one, you sit here-and enjoy the vibrations from your panties. You can come as many times as you want. Option two, you disobey, and get the whipping of a century when we get home.”

Christian, who’s seated beside me, reaches out and grabs my chin, turning so that I’m looking at him. His eyes blaze with intensity as he watches my features that quiver from the pleasure coursing through me.

“Choose, Amira.”

My ass is still sore from the spanking I received the other day-when I pissed Erebus off my accidentally skipping a couple meals. It’s not my fault that I was busy and had s**t to do.

“Option one,” I murmur. Damon gives me a pleased smile. “Good.”

My three mates proceed to dive into a conversation about Alpha duties, ignoring my shallow pants. Christian’s hand still rests on my thigh, rubbing slow, erotic circles on my skin. I don’t know what it is with the three of them and orgasms, but I think it has to do something with the bond.