Le Français Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Le Français Pt. 06

... in a Bond film.

The only disruption to the process of her being given the dress and putting it on was Marc reminding her he needed proof that she was wearingall her jewellery. She'd bent over slightly, wearing nothing but her heels, and had peeled one of her ass cheeks aside to show him the plug was firmly planted in her ass. That had simply brought a positive hum of acknowledgement from Marc as he'd stepped back into his closet, mid-changing himself.

He came out again now, walking up behind her as she watched him in the mirror. He softly shifted some of her hair from her shoulder and leaned down, planting a delicate little kiss on her shoulder. "Très bien, ma petite rebelle," he said. "You look stunning as always."

"Where are we going?" Sinead asked him, resisting the urge to lean back into him a little as he held her upper arms gently and looked her over in the mirror.

His smile - thatfucking smile - was as cryptic as usual. "Just a little party."

Chapter 37

"Marc, this is too much," Sinead murmured. He'd driven them, and she hadn't figured out where they were going until they pulled up in front of the Royal Ontario Museum and a valet had taken the keys to park the car. A red carpet was rolled out from the main entrance to the big, old building and spotlights were illuminating it like there should have been celebrities taking photo ops and interviews before a movie premier or award show. Therewere plenty of people, and some of them might have actually ...

... been celebrities, but the signs all proclaimed the event to be some sort of a fundraiser.

"What do you mean, Detective?" Marc asked. He'd offered her his arm and she'd taken it, and now they were waiting in line to have their invitations checked.

"All of this," Sinead said. "The dress, and the event. We shouldn't be seen together in such a public place?"

"Why not?" Marc asked.

"Because it's not right!" Sinead hissed. Despite the chill in the evening air, she could feel her cheeks flushing.

"It's not right that I bring a beautiful acquaintance to a fundraising event as my guest?" Marc asked.

Sinead ignored the fact that her stomach knotted when he called her an 'acquaintance.' "So this isn't a date?"

"Ma chère, none of what we have been doing has been dating," Marc said quietly. "You made it very clear, that first time I invited you to dinner, that you were not interested in such a thing. This is simply another of our adventures."

Sinead grimaced and looked away down the street. Part of Avenue Rd, leading down to Queens Park, was blocked off and had Paid Duty officers manning the traffic directions. She didn't recognise any of them immediately and hoped that would stay true. The last thing she needed was someone asking questions. Well, beyond Jules.

That worry was a distraction from what she was feeling about what he said, though. All of this - this trading, and the teasing, and the fucking buttplug, was because Sinead had refused to sit down and have a ...