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"Are you hungry, princess?" I asked gently, and she nodded again.
I reached for a Squid roll, offering it to her from my fingertips. She opened her mouth, pretty lips wrapping around the food. There was a hint of a smile on her lips, the perfect sign of how much she was really enjoying this.
"I knew you'd like this," I told her. "Being objectified... Being used like you're just a toy for me to do with as I please."
She shivered under my touch as I ate some sushi off her.
"You love being my little object, don't you, princess?" I asked her next, and she nodded so fast a sushi roll fell off her ribs. "Careful now, Violet. I don't want to punish you. You need to learn proper posture and patience. Consider this the first one of your lessons. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," she managed.
Her eyes never left mine as I fed her and myself. The hint of a smile remained, and I relished the upward tug of her pouty lips. She was so pretty. Almost too cute for her own good.
We ate in silence, with our eyes locked the whole time. The sound of music filled the otherwise quiet room, and Violet stopped glancing at the people on the other side of the glass walls, finally succumbing to the most powerful man in the entire restaurant - me.
"Good girl," I muttered once we finished. "You've behaved so well for me. I think you deserve a reward, don't you, princess?"
"Yes, Master," she whispered.
I helped her to her feet and clicked my fingers again. Once again, the waiters entered, carrying steaming hot white towels. Without touching her skin once, they wiped my princess down. A bottle of champagne arrived, cooling on the rocks in a silver bucket.
"On your knees," I told Violet once we were alone.
She obeyed like a good girl, kneeling in nothing but her sexy pink heels.
I unzipped my pants, bringing out my thick cock, engorged with the need to be inside her. I could practically see her mouth-watering, watching her swallow as she eyed me with expectation in her eyes.
I took the bottle of champagne out of the bucket and used the back of a knife to open it. Bubbly liquid dripped down the glass when the bottle popped, and I aimed it over my cock.
"Suck," I ordered her, and she took my tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue over my tip. "Good girl."
I poured champagne into her mouth while she sucked me, her eyes darting between me and the diners on the other side of the walls were now openly watching us. Not that I gave a damn. I was going to have her any time, any place I fucking wanted.
Good thing they’re too busy gawking to care that this isn’t their usual entertainment.
She gulped the champagne as I fed her, licking my dripping cock expertly. She'd learned so much in the time she'd spent with me. Soon enough, I'd turn her into the perfect fucktoy. But I wanted more.
With Violet, it had never been just about owning her body. I wanted her mind and soul. I wanted her submitting to me not because she was afraid, but because she wanted to offer herself to me completely.
Now, she pressed her tits together under the stream of champagne, leaning her head back so her hair fell down her back. I growled at the sight, discarding the bottle which broke when it hit the floor, and leaning down next to my girl. I sucked her tits into my mouth, tasting the sweetness of the champagne mixing with her own scent. She was fucking perfect.
I pulled back at just the right moment, leaving her desperate.
"Master?" she questioned, and I smirked down at her.
"Patience, princess," I reminded her. "Your lessons have only just begun."SevenVioletI woke up next to Devlin with a slight smile on my face, despite all the turmoil inside me. There had been kindness shown and I couldn’t ignore that. He bought my family home, took me to see my father, and then we were able to have dinner in the city—that was a night I would never forget, and the distraction I needed after seeing the conditions my father was being kept in.
I can mark being Devlin’s sushi buffet table off my bucket list—right after I add it.
I wished my father would have been more understanding, or at least let me explain why I was seemingly in leagues with a Windsor, but that could be explained when it was over. He would have to understand once a Devlin helped him get out of prison.
There may be problems between our families, but Devlin is not Dominic. The sins of the father should not fall to the son, even if the son does call himself the devil. There is still a semblance of good in Devlin. Hopefully my father will see that my deal with the devil was necessary and not an act of betrayal.
