The restroom smelled faintly of fresh perfume mixed with the sharp sting of bleach. Mirabella stood at the long white sink, her trembling hands splashing cool water over her flushed face as she stared at the mirror. She had finally managed to escape Hunter’s suffocating grip, but only because she told him she needed to use the bathroom. If not for that, she was sure he would have kept her pinned on his lap all night, as he uses his hands and fingers to torment her while people watched.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to calm her breathing. She could still feel his touch burning on her thighs, and on her c**t. The shameful pleasure that had made her hide her face in his chest. It was too kink to even think about. She had never thought she would be touched in a public place. An
