Chapter 9: Dark Night of the Soul
Richard's fingers slowed their rhythm, gently pulling away from Sarah's swollen clit, leaving her longing for more. She had been so close, teetering on the edge of pure ecstasy, only to be denied by his cruel, taunting games.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Sarah hissed through clenched teeth, her words hardly audible above the dull hum of the restaurant's background noise. Frustration and anger bubbled up inside her, threatening to spill over at any moment.
Sarah couldn't believe Richard had done this, intentionally denying her the orgasm she desperately craved. She glanced nervously at her husband Mark, who was still deeply engrossed in conversation with Katherine.
Her mind raced. Should she excuse herself and head back to the restroom in the hopes of finishing what Richard had started? Or confront him about his audacious teasing in front of their spouses?
But before she could come to a conclusion, Richard's devilish grin reappeared and his hand was once again stroking her pussy and thumbing her clit.
"Mmm, you're so goddamn wet, Sarah," he murmured. His voice had dropped an octave, turning low and seductive. "You like this, don't you?"
His fingers dipped back into her slit, teasing her opening and gliding through her slick arousal. Sarah gasped, trembling at the touch, her mind darting between unbearable pleasure and the illicit thrill of getting caught.
"Fuck you," Sarah replied.
"I'm not going to let you make me cum here."
Richard smirked, his fingers continuing their assault on her aching clit. "But you want to," he whispered hoarsely.
"Stop it," she pleaded, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. Her breath hitched as he increased the pressure, making her pussy clench. She closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud.
The tablecloth was the only thing concealing their illicit act.
Sarah's fingers gripped the edge of the table so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her legs were trembling uncontrollably and the sweet, heady pleasure building in her core threatened to shatter her resolve into a million fragments.
Richard plunged his fingers deeper into her slick cunt, curling them expertly to find that spot that made her writhe in tormented delight. He fucked her steadily, each wicked pump of his fingers stoking the fire within her, driving her unyielding need to new heights.
Sarah gritted her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried her damnedest to fight the orgasm she knew was imminent.
Richard didn't seem to care one bit that they were in a public place; that her husband was only a few feet away. With every skillful thrust, he pushed her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. All she could do was squirm in her seat and desperately pray she would make it through their dinner unscathed.
She was about to cum and there was nothing she could do to stop it no matter how much she resisted. Her husband left her too horny before dinner.
Now, under the dimmed lights of the fancy restaurant, Sarah was losing control. The ache in her pussy was growing stronger with every brush of Richard's thumb against her clit. Richard, her husband's boss, was sitting so close to her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek as they carried on a casual conversation about work.
But she wasn't paying attention. Richard's thumb was teasing her, pushing her closer to that elusive edge.
"Goddamnit, Richard," Sarah murmured under her breath.
She could feel her resolve crumbling, and the mounting pressure in her core was going to explode. A nanosecond before she could cum, Richard withdrew his hand again. For the third time today, she had been denied on the verge of a massive orgasm.
The fire in her core burned even brighter, and Sarah couldn’t help the frustrated moan that spilled from her lips. Richard smiled and pushed his fingers back to her swollen clit. A clit that was pulsating with the need to cum.
Richard brought her even closer. Each passing minute, her arousal mounted. The illicit desire that flooded her senses made her heady and drunk, almost to the point of losing herself. She was burning alive with a desire so intense, she could hardly contain it.
Amd again, without warning, Richard removed his invading fingers, pulling away from the heat they generated. This time he removed his hand entirely from between her thighs, leaving Sarah's body begging for the release that was moments away.
She looked at him, wide-eyed in shock. Her body was shaking, and a wave of frustration washed over her. She was so close, mere moments from reaching the peak of pleasure when he abruptly pulled away.
"Why the fuck are you doing this?" she snarled, her voice dripping with anger.
Richard looked back at her, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Because I know how badly you want it, Sarah," he said, his voice a low growl.
Without another word, he reached under the table once more and began to finger her again. This time, with more urgency and intensity than before.
His fingers dove deeper, expertly finding her G-spot and rubbing it in just the right way. Sarah moaned loudly, causing those at the table to pause and glance her way. Mark seemed not to notice, but Katherine's eyes narrowed as she studied her husband's boss and Sarah.
Richard's thumb worked furiously on her swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure to radiate throughout Sarah's body. It wasn't long before her toes curled and her legs started to shake uncontrollably.
"Honey, when did we do that trip to the Bahamas," Mark asked Sarah.
"During the summer, a few months..." In the middle of her answer, Richard used two fingers to unleash a furious assault on her . Sarah, having been on the precipice of an orgasm several times today and denied, had no chance. Her pussy exploded in the biggest orgasm of her life.
"Aaghh" Sarah grunted and convulsed without finishing her answer to the question Mark asked.
Her body betrayed her, trembling as Richard's fingers relentlessly played with her clitoris beneath the tablecloth, sending wave after wave of satisfying pleasure coursing through her veins.
Mark perked up at Sarah's sudden reaction, his brow furrowed in concern. "Sarah, are you okay?"
A moment passed before Sarah could answer. "It's just a muscle spasm," she breathed out, still coming down from the euphoric orgasm.
Her entire body was flushed, a thin layer of sweat covering her skin despite the cool air conditioning in the restaurant.
Mark's brow relaxed, and he seemed satisfied with her answer. Sarah glanced over at Richard, his eyes penetrating hers as they shared a moment of understanding. He'd brought her to the brink of cumming, taking her to the edge of insanity before denying her the release she craved. It was cruel, but incredibly hot.
And Sarah's pussy was still gushing. Her breasts were heavy and covered in sweat. She was a mess.
Sarah's chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, still reeling from the explosive climax Richard had just granted her. There was no way she could pretend nothing had happened. A small wet spot had formed on her dress, giving away their secret.
"I'm sorry, I have to go to the restroom," Sarah muttered, her gaze fixed on her lap. She couldn't bear looking at Richard, let alone her husband who was none the wiser. Before anyone could object, she stood up quickly and made her way towards the restroom.