Chapter 13: Tastes to Share

The path to the restaurant wound through manicured gardens and shaded terraces, the scent of frangipani drifting on the warm breeze. Birds chirped lazily overhead, and in the distance, the ocean murmured its steady song. But it was nothing compared to the quiet electricity sparking between the three of them.

Paul walked in the center, dressed casually but undeniably handsome, flanked by two stunning women who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.

Faith’s slitted floral dress billowed with every step, flashing sun-kissed legs and bare hips, the fabric shifting just enough to leave the imagination breathless. Kacie, in her sheer green knit, looked like a walking fantasy—every line of her body visible beneath the gauzy fabric, the subtle shimmer of her plug catching the light when she moved just right.

They arrived at the restaurant patio and were greeted with a blend of practiced hospitality and barely concealed surprise. The hostess—an older woman in a crisp blouse—blinked once, then recovered quickly with a polite smile and led them to a low table near the edge, overlooking the beach.

They settled into their seats, Paul taking the middle as the women draped themselves to either side of him. Faith slid her hand across his thigh as she leaned back into her chair, the front of her dress opening slightly with the motion. Kacie crossed her legs slowly, the hem of her dress riding high, her smile daring anyone to look too closely.

Menus were delivered. Water poured. The waitress stumbled only briefly when she met Paul’s eyes, then again when Kacie leaned in close to whisper something to Faith, lips brushing her ear.

As they skimmed the menu, Paul spoke up, voice low but clear. “You haven’t forgotten, have you?” he said to Kacie.

She blinked innocently. “Forgotten what?”

Faith didn’t miss a beat. “You’re still going to be punished later,” she said smoothly, glancing at her over the top of the menu.

Kacie bit her lip and shifted in her seat. “I know,” she murmured, eyes gleaming. “I haven’t forgotten. I’ve been thinking about it the whole walk here.”

Faith smiled. “Good.”

They ordered a spread designed to be shared: grilled lapu-lapu in a tangy calamansi glaze, sizzling pork sisig with a runny egg on top, garlicky prawns, coconut rice, and a bowl of ensaladang mangga with shrimp paste on the side. Kacie explained each dish softly, sharing bits of local insight—how the mango salad cut the richness of the sisig, how the fish was likely caught just this morning, how the prawns were best eaten with your hands.

Their drinks arrived in tall, sweating glasses. Paul had a dark rum cocktail spiced with ginger. Faith’s was a frozen calamansi daiquiri, sour and sweet. Kacie’s came in a carved pineapple, garnished with mint and a slice of starfruit.

As they talked and tasted, the atmosphere around them began to shift.

Some diners didn’t bother hiding their reactions. An older couple near the back cast sidelong glances and whispered behind stiff smiles. A younger woman at a nearby table openly stared, her eyes darting between the plunging neckline of Faith’s dress and the sheer exposure of Kacie’s. Her partner, red-faced, tried and failed not to look.

But there were others, too—more curious than scandalized. A pair of men in crisp linen shirts sat a few tables away, their conversation faltering every time Kacie laughed, every time Faith leaned across Paul to feed him a bite with her fingers.

And Paul? Paul soaked it all in. The sun on his skin, the taste of grilled fish and mango on his tongue, and the two women beside him who couldn’t seem to stop touching.

At one point, Kacie reached under the table and placed a hand on Paul’s thigh, her pinky grazing the edge of his shorts. Faith caught the motion, her lips curling into a smile, and mirrored it on his other side. They looked at each other across him, a silent pact in their eyes.

It was a perfect lunch—tension humming beneath the surface, heat curling low in their bodies, and the promise of what still lay ahead.

And Kacie? With every move she made, she was reminded of the plug filling her ass, the punishment still to come and there was no denying how much she was looking forward to whatever they had planned for her.