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You knew no one could outright see it, but the thought that if they were looking hard enough, examining the movements of you and the man practically on top of you, they'd put two and two together and come up with four.
Four being the amount of fingers currently curling in and out of your pussy, stroking and stretching you just enough that you could no longer hide your haggard breaths by wetting your lips on your drink. Instead, you propped your elbow on the table and pressed your fingers to your lips to try and stifle the unbidden whimpers from your lips.
"Come now, lean back for Daddy."
His other hand on your shoulder was an unstoppable force as he pushed your shoulders back against the booth, the warm fabric wicking away the sweat that had built up on the back of your neck. With a defeated whine, you leaned yourself on his shoulder to press your forehead against him.
"You're doing so well, sweetheart," His voice was a low rumble in your ears, barely audible above the pulsing bass of the music, "Spread your legs just a bit more."
"Someone will see," You protested, and his palm finally ground against your clit in a single circle, making your entire body jerk at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
"Let them," Silco nearly laughed, "Let them see what a good girl you're being for Daddy."
Shakily you opened your legs a miniscule amount, and immediately you were rewarded with another tight circle against your clit. You picked up on his suggestion immediately and widened further, much to his approval, "That's what I thought."
The moan that he pulled out of you was one you couldn't have hoped to stifle with the way his fingers curled into your most sensitive spot in time with the slow drags of his palm. Searching for purchase, your hand dug into his thigh and squeezed with trembling fingers.
You were so close - Silco had been torturing you all night, but this had gone on for one too many songs and you were desperate to snatch up what he'd been dangling just out of reach. As if he sensed your desperate, meandering thoughts, Silco leaned down to you to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.
"Cum on my fingers, sweetheart. Cum for Daddy and he'll take you upstairs and fuck you however you'd like."
If anyone had been any closer, you knew the stuttering whine you let out would have caught their attention as you clamped down on Silco's insistent fingers. You held onto him with an almost bruising grip as you bucked your hips, a string of unintelligible whines being forced from you as you came harder than you ever had.
"That's it... There you go, darling," Silco's lips pressed into the side of your head as you slumped against him panting. His hand withdrew from your panties and you watched with morbid arousal as he brought each finger to his lips one by one to clean them.
With a smooth movement, he picked his drink up from the table and downed it in one shot. Then, his hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you from the booth to help you onto your wobbling legs. Silco leaned close again so you could hear him, punctuating his demand with a kiss to the soft skin behind your ear.
"Come get your reward from Daddy."