Jess bent low over the bar, that old trick of getting the bar tenders attention by letting them see down your shirt working nicely for her all evening. As she waited for her ordered drinks, the redhead felt two strong, familiar finger tracing a determined line up her thigh, under her skirt and past her tiny panties. She froze, but more out of curiosity than fear. Was he really going to finger her in front of everyone? She realised she almost wanted him to, the thrill of it making her a little wet before he got past her panties.
She heard his low chuckle in her ear as she knew he felt her reaction. “You *are* having a good night – naughty girl. And you know what happens to naughty girls…”
Jess immediately blushed. She knew Very well what would happen. The clamps on her nipples at this moment was just a teaser. Breathless she turned to her Master and looked up at him from beneath her lashes. He was tall and strong, his dark hair beginning to show flashes of grey, but he suited it. And while Jess knew she had him wrapped around her finger, there was no question of him not being in charge. “Maybe we should call it a night then and you can show me?” She asked innocently, a question answered only by a grin worthy of the big bad wolf, and her being led by the hand to a cab.