“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, her tone much higher than before as she tried to conceal her embarrassment from me. Carefully, I guided her arms into the sleeves of a soft pink dress, wrapping it around her and tying the belt at the waist.
“I don’t have any panties,” she murmured.
“You’re not going to be allowed to wear any. Daddy wants you bare under your dress,” I answered, and a quiet squeak of surprise escaped her pretty lips.
“But I can’t…” she protested.
“Do you need another spanking before dinner, little girl?”
Her lips clamped shut and she shook her head. I wound my arms around her waist, reaching beneath the dress and slipping my hand between her thighs.
“Naughty girl. You protest, but you’re already soaking wet for Daddy,” I observed, and she trembled a little against me. For several moments, I circled her clit with my fingers and just when her thighs began to quiver, I pulled away. She pressed her legs together and moaned softly. I pressed my lips against the top of her head.
“Daddy!” she whined, and I couldn’t help but laugh as she pressed her bottom back against my already hardening cock in an effort to entice me into giving her what she wanted. I’d give it to her, but she would wait until I decided she’d earned it.
“You will come for Daddy later. Until then, you are to think about Daddy’s cock sinking deep between those pretty thighs,” I answered, and I felt another delectable shiver race down her spine. I hugged her even more tightly to me before I told her that it was time to go. I took her hand and led her out of my bedroom and down the stairs. Together, we walked out the front door to where my limo was waiting.
I opened the door and made her climb inside ahead of me. I sat down next to her and pulled her close. With her body snugagainst mine, the driver pulled away and drove a short distance away to the restaurant that I’d indicated.
I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and dialed the kitchen, letting them know that I was arriving shortly. They assured me that my private table was available and that it would be set with freshly baked bread and softly churned butter, as well as an open bottle of red wine for the two of us as soon as we got there.
While I was on the phone, I pressed a hand back underneath her dress and toyed with her clit. I circled around it lazily, just enough to tease and not nearly enough to make her come. Her whimpers became more desperate as the limo drove along the road, but I didn’t stop.
Not until we pulled up in front of the restaurant.
My restaurant.
I grinned. I had plans for my little girl. Before we left tonight, she was going to blush for Daddy a whole lot more.
CHAPTER 12
Keri
I swallowed heavily, trying to gather myself as the limo finally came to a stop. My pussy was sore, but he’d teased me to the edge of orgasm enough times that my clit was throbbing with need once more. I wanted him to take me hard in the back of the limo, but I knew that he would make me wait until dinner had ended.
The door opened and I rushed to cover myself, but Jaxon didn’t move his hand. Instead, he waited until the driver had pulled it open all the way before he removed his fingers from my clit. I hummed anxiously, hoping that no one had seen anything, and he offered me his hand. I gasped when I saw the glint of my own arousal on his fingers and stared at the ground as I forced myself to take it.
“Come. I’ve got a table reserved for us in the back,” he offered, and I smiled nervously. My eyes searched his face, and he gave away nothing. For some reason, it felt like he had a plan forme and that only added to my intense arousal and rampantly growing anxiety.
We were immediately greeted and guided to a private room at the back of the restaurant. He led me to my chair and before I could sit, he cleared his throat.
“Lift your dress. You are going to sit with your dress pulled up around your waist,” he instructed and immediately, I blushed bright red.
“You can’t be serious,” I replied.
Swiftly, he pulled my dress up himself and spanked my bottom hard, twice on each cheek. I blanched in surprise and quickly rushed to obey him. Even though the room was private, there were people outside still seated at their tables. They’d be able to hear every spank, plain as day.
“Yes, Daddy,” I yelped and grasped at the hem of my dress. Quickly, I pulled it up to my waist, baring myself in the process.
“Good girl,” he purred, and a jolt of desire raced straight down to my clit. He watched as I slowly lowered myself onto the chair. The fabric was soft on my bottom, but I sucked in a breath as my sore punished flesh pressed against it. In particular, I could feel the very tops of my thighs where he had ensured to mark quite thoroughly with his belt.
When I was fully seated, he sat down across from me and the door opened. A well-dressed waiter walked inside with two menus pressed against his chest. I squirmed a little in my chair, unsure if he could see anything, which made me all the more embarrassed and impossibly aroused. I pressed my thighs together in hopes that it would calm what I was feeling, but it didn’t do anything at all.
I tried not to think about how wet I was.
The waiter placed a menu in front of me and one in front of Jaxon. Then he poured us each a healthy glass of red wine. I was too flustered to say anything and when I looked up at Jaxon, it was as if he could read my thoughts.
“She’ll have the pan-seared shrimp and scallops with a fresh Caesar salad on the side. For myself, I’ll take the twelve-ounce Wagyu filet. On the side, we’ll have the steamed vegetables of the day, au gratin potatoes, and the lobster mac and cheese,” Jaxon said, his voice strong and confident and a sense of relief washed over me.
