“Coming right up, Mr. Blackwood,” the man responded with a cursory glance back and forth between the two of us.
The waiter took the menus back before leaving the room once again. I crossed my ankles and pressed my thighs even more firmly against each other as I felt Jaxon’s gaze level on me.
“This is a really nice restaurant. I’ve read reviews that say it’s the best in the whole city,” I began, hoping to distract him from the fact that my bottom and pussy were fully bare as I sat in front of him. “I’m excited to try the food,” I added.
“I hired the best chefs in the country, so it should be,” he answered, and his lips turned up just the slightest bit in a smirk.
“So, it’s your restaurant?” I deduced, returning his smile.
“Indeed. It is,” he replied.
I took a moment to look around the room. The walls were painted a dusky blue with dark cherry wood paneling along the walls. The crown molding was decadent and added an elegant ambience to the whole place.
“Could use a few more candles,” I sassed lightly, and his grin widened.
“Naughty girl. Don’t think I won’t take you over my knee in my own restaurant,” he answered, and my pussy clenched down hard with arousal.
My lips clamped tight and my face heated even further. I reached for the glass of wine, tentatively taking it into my fingers and sipping a mouthful in an effort to cover up just how much he was getting to me and just how much his threats made my body hum with desire.
“Have you had the restaurant for a long time?” I ventured, attempting once again to turn the conversation away from the topic of getting another spanking over Daddy’s knee.
“A few years. I’ve made a number of changes and rumor has it that this place is up for another Michelin star for the second year in a row,” he replied. I watched as he buttered a piece of bread. He passed it to me, and I had to suppress the urge to grin at being taken care of in such an utterly basic way. “Eat,” he instructed. I took a bite.
It was still warm.
“That’s incredible,” I managed to answer, both talking about the bread and the success of such a wonderful restaurant.
The door opened and the waiter returned with our food. He placed several plates in front of us, topped off our glasses of wine and left a short while after. I took several small bites, trying to be polite, but as the decadent flavors rolled over my tongue, I moaned with pleasure.
“Eat your fill, little girl. You’re going to work it all off in a little while all over Daddy’s cock,” he murmured, and I gasped in shock.
“Daddy!”
He smiled in victory. He was enjoying my embarrassment, probably even more so because he likely knew it was making me wet too.
Thankfully, the conversation turned more innocent after that and I was grateful for it so that I could eat some of my dinner. The food was incredibly delicious, and before I knew it, the two of us had put serious dents in each plate. He fed me several bites of his filet and allowed me to give him a few morsels of mine.
It felt sweet and romantic.
We talked about our wants and our desire to travel. I was surprised that the two of us wanted to visit more of Europe, as well as more of Asia. I revealed that I wanted to visit Japan most of all and when he grinned knowingly, I asked him why.
“Japan is a beautiful country. Perhaps if you’re a good girl, I’ll take you there myself,” he replied.
I bit my lower lip, unable to control the way he left me blushing and off balance far more often than I would care to admit. To be honest, it was intriguing. I’d honestly never met a man who could go toe to toe with me and win. Not like him. He was special and I wanted to know more, even if it meant that I was sitting on a sore bottom from time to time.
Maybe especially because of that.
After we finished with our meals, he ordered a piece of salted caramel brownie cheesecake for us to share. After it arrived andwe were left alone once again, he slid his chair closer to mine and fed it to me. He didn’t let me feed myself and as heavy handed as it felt, I liked it. It made me feel warm and cared for.
I could very well fall in love with this man.
As the sweet and salty flavors meshed together across my tongue, I realized that maybe I already did. For years, he’d been the one in my fantasies and after the last year, he’d been the only one.
When the cake was finally gone, he placed down the spoon and lifted my chin with a single finger. Gently, he brought his lips to mine and kissed me. At first, the kiss was soft but then it turned more possessive. I liked that it did. His mouth burned against mine as if he owned it and perhaps in a way, he already did.
My heart pulsed.
I kissed him firmly in return, not caring that we were out in public at a restaurant, or that my dress was bunched up around my waist, or that my bottom was still sore from the marks of his belt. I kissed him like I’d never kissed any man before.
