Aila leaned forwards, placing her elbows on the dinner table as she held onto her knife and fork in front of her. She looked at him as his hand slid up her thigh, inching closer and closer to her heated core. Luckily Chiara was now in a debated discussion with Darren about something stupid he probably mouthed off to her about. Otherwise, she may have sensed the little interaction going on under the table.
Aila tried to swat his hand away, but his grip tightened on her inner thigh where the touch of his hand sent shockwaves across her body, making her clench her legs together as she looked at him pleadingly.
"Hmmm, if you don't accept this punishment, I will make it even worse for you, Aila, and I don't think you want to see what I will do to gain your submission and to show your little boyfriend there. Whose you are."
