We eat a delicious crab cake—or, more accurately, Aman eats the crab cake and feeds me one bite. I realize as soon as the crab hits my palate that I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I was too busy for lunch and am suddenly famished.
Between the appetizer and salad, Aman opens my blouse with surprising ease, undoing the tiny buttons until the fabric falls to either side and exposes my naked breasts. Thankfully, the lights are low and with my back to the room few will see. Still, I shudder as I realize the depths of my submission and what disgraceful behavior it demands of me. What if the waiter were to return now? I worry.
I can only assume that Aman has an explicit purpose for this risky act, which will become another source of pain and embarrassment. My hunch is immediately confirmed as
