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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 for me 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.
“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.
