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“I’ve never had champagne before,” I told him.
“I hope you like it, little girl. Come here and snuggle with Daddy while you sip your drink,” he coaxed, and I scooted closer to him. His arm surrounded mine as I slowly took another taste. The limo pulled away, but it still felt like it was just me and him. The divider was pitch black. I couldn’t see the driver and even though Mason never said it, I knew that the driver couldn’t see us either.
The drive wasn’t very long and by the time we arrived, I was just finishing my drink. Mason took my hand and walked into the place with me on his arm. I felt proud to be by his side.
The restaurant was lit with something like a hundred candles and a big stone fireplace. It looked completely empty, and they guided us to a table right in front of the fire. All around us were bouquets of pink and white roses. Mason pulled out my chair and I sat down shyly, feeling the plug move just a little inside me. I blushed as I realized how soaked my pussy was and by the expression on his face, he knew it too.
“Tell me, Cami-girl. Have you ever eaten much seafood before?” he asked.
After a moment, I shook my head. It wasn’t exactly on the menu at any of my foster homes. Seafood wasn’t cheap.
“Daddy’s going to order for you tonight, little girl. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it, but you’re going to try a bite from everything that’s put on the table,” he instructed.
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed.
I felt so small and shy being with him outside his mansion like this, especially when he referred to me like that, but it felt special and as much as it embarrassed me, I knew that I liked it because in a small way it was as if I belonged to him even more than before.
The waitress approached the table and welcomed the two of us. Mason ordered several things off the menu, and she wrote all of them down dutifully before leaving us alone once again. I took a drink of water and smiled back at him.
We chatted about small things like our shared love for coffee and I told him about a dog I’d met on my walk through the neighborhood that morning. He listened intently, like he was holding onto every word I said.
“Would you like a dog one day?” he asked, and I nodded.
“I would. Only a few of my foster homes had one, but I always liked the presence of a dog in the house. That’s the sort of love that’s hard to find in the world sometimes. A dog loves you no matter if you’re laughing or crying or whatever,” I explained.
He watched me closely. “Before you left your last foster home, did you ever think about what the future might hold?” he asked.
I shrugged and shook my head. “My life always changed so quickly that it was hard to settle on any one thing,” I admitted.
“What if money or circumstance wasn’t an obstacle?” he asked.
“Umm. I’m not sure. I really liked helping you decorate the house, so maybe home design or something like that. I never really thought about college, or really anything except getting a job, to be honest, so I never really spent time thinking about what I might do if I went,” I answered.
“You will start thinking about it for Daddy, little girl. I want you to be happy and if I can help make your dreams come true, you will share that with me, do you understand?” he pushed.
“Yes, Daddy. I understand,” I blushed. The waitress approached the table just as I was finished speaking, dropping off several plates of food in front of us. I swallowed hard, but she said nothing even though there was no way she couldn’t have heard me. Mason held out his hand for me and I pressed my fingers into his. He squeezed my hand in support while he smiled at me, and my embarrassment faded away.
He speared a bacon-wrapped scallop for me and lifted it to my lips. I opened my mouth and took it hesitantly. I expected not to like it, but when the buttery salty taste exploded over my tongue, I pressed my fingers to my mouth in surprise. I hummed with delight and his answering smile was triumphant.
That night, I tasted a smorgasbord of different kinds of seafood, from lobster, to shrimp, to salmon, to tuna, to something called ceviche and a few dishes I didn’t quite remember the names of. By the time we left that restaurant and went on our way to the movies, I was stuffed. Mason had the waitress box us up several different desserts for later, but I couldn’t see myself eating another bite tonight.
When we arrived, we were led into one of the IMAX theaters with plush hydraulic seats that were perfect for couples. Mason swept his arm around me and held me tight against him, surrounding me with his warmth, protection, and love.
During the movie, we laughed through the funny moments and tensed through the nail-biting part, until at long last, it came to a satisfying end. It was so good that I’d wanted it to last forever.
As I pushed myself back up to a seated position, I groaned at the painful ache between my bottom cheeks.
“Daddy, the plug hurts,” I murmured, and he slowly guided me over his knee. We had the place to ourselves, but I was mortified when he lifted my dress and spread my cheeks. “Please, not here,” I pleaded. He was silent as his fingers grasped the end of the plug. My muscles clenched and I whimpered a little bit, but he tugged it out without saying anything further. He grasped my dress and pulled it back down. When he righted me, my face was scarlet red.
I felt oddly empty. I was almost sad not to have anything inside me right now, but at the same time the soreness remained, which was comforting in a small way.
“Come now, little girl. It’s time for Daddy to take you home and give you a good fucking, isn’t it?” he asked pointedly. His voice practically echoed in the empty theater, and I found myself looking around the room even though I knew no one was there.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, mortified and impossibly aroused. I watched as he wrapped the plug in a soft cloth. He slid it into his pocket. Gently, he helped me up and pulled me close into his chest. Sweetly, he kissed the top of my head and I shivered with happiness at his tender embrace.
We walked out to the limo together and when we climbed inside, he pulled me into his lap and hiked up my dress. He teased my clit the entire way home, driving me to desperate heights I didn’t think possible. I whined and cried during the whole ride and when we finally pulled into the driveway of our home, he reached for me and dragged down the zipper of my dress to a place where I’d be able to reach it myself.
“I want you in our bed. I want you naked on your back with your legs spread. Daddy is going to fuck you hard tonight,” he told me. My bottom hole clenched again, and a sordid thought raced through my mind.
