RICHARD (A BAD BOY ROMANCE) (8 page)

“Take off your panties, Jessica,”
I said, my voice low enough that only she could hear.

“
What?!
” she hissed, glancing toward a waiter as he passed by. “Are
you crazy?”

“You need to learn to take
charge of yourself—of your own sexuality,” I said in a whisper “This is the
first step. I want you to take them off and shove them into your purse.”

“I… Can’t…”

“I wasn’t
asking
.”

_
NINE
_

Jessica

I could feel my heart in my
throat as those words ran over and over through my head. My mind was flooded
with so many conflicting emotions that I wasn’t sure if I could handle the full
reality of what was happening to me. My
stepbrother
was telling me to take off my panties in the middle of a crowded
restaurant.

On the one hand, it felt
like I’d stepped right into one of my fantasies, and for a moment, I wanted to
pinch myself to see if I’d hit my head back at that pavilion. I felt so afraid,
so scared that this might just be another one of his stupid jokes, one more
thing to embarrass me with.

“You heard me, Jessica,” he
said, his voice hard and commanding.

“Okay Richard” I whispered
meekly.

I reached down and began
hiking up my pencil skirt, biting my lip anxiously as I watched for anyone who
might catch me in the act. But before I could actually start to slip off my
panties, I felt Richard’s gentle, but firm grip on my hand, staying me as he
whispered in my ear.

“I told you not to call me
Richard. From now on, you’ll address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Dick’ whenever I give you
a command,” he growled. “Is that understood?”

“Yes,” I gasped, a storm of
fluttering butterflies coming to life in the pit of my stomach as I felt his
warm breath against my skin. Already I felt my slit beginning to moisten as I
bit down on my plump lower lip.

“Yes
what
?”

“Yes,
Dick
,” I moaned quietly, looking into his eyes as he released my
hand.

“Good girl,” he growled as
he released my hand from his grasp.

I shuddered, my eyes
fluttering as I obeyed his command, slowly wriggling the lacy underwear down my
thighs until it fell down my calves and crumpled around my feet in a heap.
Gingerly I slipped my feet out of them, picking them up and slipping the damp
thing into my purse. I hadn’t realized just how wet Richard had gotten me.

I heard him make an
approving sound in his throat, though I felt too ashamed to even turn my head
toward him. I felt so vulnerable, as though the entire restaurant had turned
all their eyes onto me at the same time. I swallowed hard, my chest tightening
as I felt the beginning of what might have been a full-blown panic attack.

“
Very
good,” Richard said 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 giving it a second thought. I wanted to do anything that Richard
commanded me to, to be completely under his control—to let go of the tight
unyielding hold I had on every part of my life. “Anything you want.”

“That’s my good girl,” he
purred just before the waiter came around the corner to take our order. I
gulped hard, anxious at somehow failing Richard’s expectations.

“Hey, and welcome to
Bobby’s,” he began in an overly chipper tone that one would have to perfect in
the service industry. “My name’s Thomas and I’m going to be taking your order
today. Did you two want to start things off with some of Bobby’s Famous Hot Wings?”

“W-What kind of special’s
do you have?” I asked, stammering as I tried to draw his attention toward me. I
swallowed nervously again, turning toward the waiter. I could feel my pulse
pounding in my ears as his eyes turned toward me. He gave me a smile and I caught
his eyes immediately flicking to my chest. My heart skipped, hoping that I
could draw his gaze just a little lower.

“We’ve got a
quarter-pounder burger with Chipotle mayo for $4.99 today with friends and—”
The waiter’s voice faltered in his throat as he caught sight of my thighs
spreading apart, his gaze traveling up the smooth skin to my hiked up skirt.
His cheeks filled with color as he noticed what I was missing underneath, as
well as the faint shimmer of my soaked crotch, my pussy wet and blossoming like
a flower before him. “I…”

“I don’t think I want a
burger,” I said, a strange rush of confidence filling me as I watched him fall
all over himself at the sight of my drenched sex. “What else have you got for
me?”

I caught Richard grin as he
watched the exchange take place, leaning back as the waiter continued to
stutter and stammer out the menu. I had to give him credit as he listed off a
few more items, but couldn’t help but relish in the way his eyes couldn’t turn
away from my cunt.

“I don’t think I’m really
hungry for any of that,” I sighed, biting my lip as I looked toward Richard. I
could see the wicked glint in his eyes and I couldn’t help but press the poor
waiter just a little bit farther. I turned back toward him, noticing the rising
bulge in his restaurant uniform. “Do you think you could make me something
special
? Something…
satisfying?
”

Without even thinking, I
slid a hand between my legs, looking up into the waiter’s eyes as he watched me
start to tease myself in front of him. He gulped, meeting my gaze, his eyes
wide with panic, though he couldn’t hide that desire blooming between his legs.

“I think we’re done here,” Richard
said strongly. I shivered and nodded.

“Yes, Sir.”

“We’ve changed our minds,” Richard
told the waiter as he stood up from his seat while I fixed my skirt to the waiter’s
disappointment. “We’ll just grab something to eat back at home.”

“Are you sure you don’t
want to try something? I could find you a discount!” he said, as I stood up,
giving him a faint smile. Richard put a twenty down on the table to pay for the
drinks while the waiter watched us go, his mouth agape as we turned to leave.

“Feel a little better?” Richard
asked as we made it past the front door, a chuckle laden in his voice. The
truth was that I
did
feel better.
Better than ever in fact! I wasn’t sure what it was, but the rush that I got
from exposing myself to a complete stranger had me over the moon. I felt
different, strong. In control. It felt amazing.

“So much better,” I said, a
smile creeping across my face. “Thank you Dick.”

“Nice work in there,” he
said with a smirk as the two of us headed toward his car parked just across the
parking lot. My own little high followed me all the way into his passenger
seat, practically bouncing as I imagined that poor waiter rushing to relieve himself
after what he’d just seen.

“Where are we going now,
Sir?” I asked, squirming against the seat, my pussy still completely drenched
from our little game inside. A million thoughts raced through my head,
imagining all the ways Richard could command me, the things he could make me do
with just a word.

“Back to my place,” he
said, turning the key in the ignition, the engine of his car roaring to life.

“Your place?” I asked.
“What for?”

He didn’t answer, only gave
me a crooked grin as he pulled out of the parking space and down the road back
toward campus. I wasn’t sure why, but something had me nervous, though I knew I
was safe so long as Richard was there.

All through the drive to Richard’s,
I couldn’t stop thinking about how horny I was, my juices slickening my thighs
to the point that I was almost uncomfortable. Richard drove so fast, barreling
down the street like a racecar driver, weaving through traffic like we were
being chased by armed thugs. I was scared and excited all at once, as he
skidded through a turn before slowing down as we finally got to the campus. All
the way through our drive, my stepbrother was totally silent, his eyes firmly
on the road, though as we neared the college, I felt his hand sliding farther
and farther up my thigh until the tips of his fingers were pushing up my skirt.

I let out a gasp just as we
pulled into the space in front of an apartment structure that I could only
assume belonged to Richard. I glanced at the setting sun, wondering if Becky
would be worried if I didn’t meet her at the dorm.

“Out,” Richard said simply,
opening up his own door as the lock for my own disengaged with a
click
. I obeyed, stepping out into the
asphalt and following after him like a diligent little pet. Something about
that idea only seemed to make this whole arrangement hotter. I bit my lip as we
climbed the stairs to his dorm, anxious to see how my brother lived without the
scrutinizing eyes of our parents watching over him.

“They let you have your own
apartment?” I asked, watching as he undid the locks to the door.