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softly, gently caressing my thigh as he
spoke. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

 
    The soft sound of his voice
in my ear sent a shiver all throughout my body, the whirling swarm of
butterflies in my stomach quickening to gale-force levels. I could feel the
warmth of him beside me, the way his breath washed over my ear as he whispered
again.

 
    “I knew you could be a good
girl for me,” he purred. “Doesn’t it feel better to be out of those wet, sticky
things?”

 
    “Richard, I—” I began, but
gasped as I felt him grip my thigh suddenly.

 
    “What did I say about what
you’re supposed to call me?” He breathed into my ear, his voice soft, but I
knew it held the promise of punishment just beneath the surface. My eyes
fluttered again and I gave a hard swallow, the warmth between my legs
intensifying along with the slickness of my own lust.

 
    “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whimpered.
“It feels good to be out of my panties.”

 
    Richard growled, evidently pleased
with my compliance. My heart fluttered, a rush of excitement filling me without
warning. It felt like I’d taken a breath of air for the first time since I’d
walked into the restaurant. The simple act of obeying filled me with a sense of
satisfaction that I hadn’t experienced before. I’d of course enjoyed the way
Michael had commanded me to do things for him, but somehow it felt different
when it was my stepbrother giving me the orders. The rush was different. With
Michael, I’d been so afraid, but with Richard I felt… safe .

 
    “Are you ready for your
next command?” he asked, his thumb brushing over the top of my thigh as he
released his grip.

 
    “I am, Sir,” I said, my
voice less tense as the endorphins began to rush through me. For the first time
the rush I got from surrendering my own control was mixed with the joy of
knowing that I could trust the man giving me orders. I looked into Richard’s
eyes, chewing anxiously on my lip. “I’m ready to do whatever you want.”

 
    “That’s what I like to
hear.”

 
    Richard glanced down the
row of tables cautiously before returning his gaze to me, a slight smile on his
lips. I would have normally dreaded a smile like that on my stepbrother’s face,
but somehow I felt that I’d be fine, no matter what he had in store for me.

 
    “Now,” he began, his voice
a low growl, “you’re going to put on a little show for our waiter.”

 
    I felt my stomach clench
without warning, my body tightening suddenly as his words took root in my mind.
But despite my fear, I felt the assurance somewhere in the back of my mind that
no matter what, Richard wouldn’t let me do anything that would ever get me
hurt.

 
    “What do you mean, Dick?” I
asked, my voice trembling. I licked my dry lips, doing my best to seem calm and
certainly not as frightened as I was at the prospect of someone—some complete
stranger even—getting a look at my more intimate parts of my body.

 
    “When the waiter comes back
for our order, you’re going to lean back and spread your legs. You’ll look him
right in the eye and make sure he gets a nice, long look at your pussy.”

 
    I took in a deep, steadying
breath as I closed my eyes. To say I was nervous would have been an enormous
understatement—I was petrified. This was like our game of Truth or Dare back at
Becky’s party, only Richard had upped the ante and there was no escape. He
wanted me to let some strange man stare unabashedly at my own pussy? It felt so
wrong, so filthy. I’d never in my life considered myself any kind of exhibitionist…
but the more I considered it, the thought of someone staring at me, desiring me
like I was some porn star they’d watch at home in the dark, lit a fire inside
of me that I’d never known before. My heart raced at the thought, and beat even
harder as I realized Richard would be there, watching me as I did exactly as he
ordered.

 
    “Yes, Sir,” I said, without
so much as