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His eyes widen, and he looks almost angry. “If you thought about using the safeword, you should have used it, or at least told me to slow down. I would have stopped.”

I shake my head, trying my best to explain. “I didn’t want you to stop. I just didn’t want to come without permission either, and I thought I was going to. I did everything I could to stop myself.”

Miles lets out a huff that turns into a sigh. “Honestly, I considered making you come without permission so I could punish you for it later, but I saw how much it upset you, so I didn’t go through with it.”

My mouth falls open at his admission. “Oh, I didn’t realise that’s what you were doing. I thought you were just pushing me.”

“No. I’m so sorry you felt that way,” he tells me, sounding almost sad.

I reach over and press my hand against his cheek, making sure he meets my gaze. “You have nothing to apologise for. You knew when it was too much for me, and you responded just the way I knew you would. You would never do anything to hurt me. You push me and my body, but it’s nothing beyond what I can handle, and it’s very much what I enjoy.

“Truthfully, had I known you were doing it so you could punish me later, I would have come without thought. It’s been a long time since you punished me, and they were always a lot of fun.”

His eyes darken at my confession as he leans closer, his voice dropping low again, making me shiver. “I can still punish you, but I’ll make sure you get an extra reward at the end for being such a good girl for me. How does that sound?”

I let him see the bright smile on my face as I say, “It sounds like a perfect wet dream, and I can’t wait.”

How I’m able to walk out of the cinema without everyone around me seeing the giant hard-on tenting my jeans is a fucking miracle. I put it down to the quiet time of day, but I can’t complain, as the lack of people near us enabled me to play with Indie in public for the first time.

I’ve always got a thrill out of the risk of getting caught, but it’s not something I’ve ever spoken about with either Indie or Jake. Given our relationship is supposed to be a secret right now, there didn’t seem to be a need to have that discussion. Then the opportunity presented itself, and I went for it.

Seven years ago, Indie was more than happy to experiment, and often pushed herself to discover more about her sexuality, but public sex was never something we discussed. I know she has a kinky side, and I felt confident enough in my ability to read her expressions to know if she wasn’t into it.

Watching her come on my fingers, whilst I marked her with my teeth, as she tried her hardest not to make any noise, was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She was desperately trying not to alert the people around us to what we were doing, but whenshe reached a certain point, her orgasm mattered more than her need to keep us a secret.

Every time she reached to free my cock, I desperately wanted to let her, but I knew if she did, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself until I fucked her, and that was just far too risky. Besides, I have a plan to get exactly what I want, and now that she’s agreed to the punishment, I can’t fucking wait.

As soon as we’re in the car, having left the cinema once the film finished, I turn to Indie and let her know I’m picking the restaurant for our late lunch. Her eyes narrow on me suspiciously, but she agrees.

We settle into the comfortable conversation that always comes whenever we’re together. Though, every so often, she looks out of the window for a clue about where we’re going, before asking me outright. I tell her it’s a surprise, and she grumbles, but I can tell she’s excited.

After a few turns, we make it to the restaurant, and I manoeuvre into a space in the car park. There aren’t many cars, but given that it’s almost two in the afternoon on a weekday, it’s not peak time for the Italian restaurant.

Indie steps out of the car and takes in the small oddly-shaped building with brick walls and a bright red roof. There’s a green, slightly crooked sign hanging above the door that readsLittle Italy.The whole building leans into the colours of Italy as a theme.

Indie looks over at me, her head tilted as she flicks her gaze over the unassuming building. “Little Italy?” she asks, sounding unsure.

I give her a reassuring nod. “Trust me, it might not look like it, but this place is a hidden gem.”

My family has been coming to Little Italy for years, and it’s been running for longer than I’ve been alive. It’s a familybusiness that’s been passed down through the generations, along with the recipes that keep customers coming back.

It might not look like much from the outside, and the whole place definitely could do with some sprucing up, but the food is second to none. There’s a reason they have so many repeat customers, and I’m sure once Indie’s had a taste, she’ll be back too.

I’m not sure why I didn’t bring her here all those years ago, but now is the perfect time. Although the food here is amazing, it’s not the only reason I opted for Little Italy. Their booths offer a level of privacy that no other restaurant has, and it’s perfect for what I have planned.

I lace my fingers with Indie’s and pull her towards the front door, opening it and motioning for her to go in first. We wait by the hostess stand, and I watch as Indie glances around the restaurant.

Although it doesn’t look like much from outside, once you get inside, it’s like stepping into a homely little restaurant. There are plants growing up the walls, with beautiful paintings dotted in between the windows. Booths line two of the walls, and there’s an open-plan kitchen opposite the windows.

The smells enveloping the room are mouthwatering, and the giant pizza oven provides a nice warmth to the room. Several round tables of various sizes, with different numbers of chairs surrounding them, are in the centre of the room. White lace tablecloths sit over the top, with a small black lamp in the centre, providing most of the light. The overhead lights are dimmed to set the perfect cosy mood.

“It’s beautiful,” Indie whispers to me, and I nod in agreement.

An older lady with tight gray curls rushes over to us, a bright smile on her face. She stops in front of me and reaches out,pinching my cheeks as she coos at me like she’s done since I was a kid.

“Look at you, Miles. You get more and more handsome every day,” she tells me, before letting go of my cheeks, so she can kiss each one in turn.

I pull her in for a one-armed hug, not letting go of Indie. “Caramelina, it’s so good to see you.”