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“Please,” I moan. I don’t know what I’m begging for but I know he can give it to me. I know he can soothe the ache in me.
Another buzz, then it goes still as he nuzzles my ear. He whispers, “Would you like to come right here and now? The waitress could come back any moment. Milos might even return. Do you want to be watched while you come? Let them see you desperate for your orgasm, your gorgeous body flushed and swollen with need. Hear your moans and whimpers, the way you beg me is so fucking erotic I bet a man would come in his pants hearing it. Yes, you wicked little witch you’re a wet dream, your body will make the cock of any man hard. They would stroke their cock, jealous only my tongue has tasted you, only my cock inside you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
The dirty words pull a moan from me. I think it’s no. but god it feels like yes.
Catching the soft part of my ear, he sucks lightly before his teeth dig into the flesh in a stinging bite. “That would never do, baby girl. No man will ever see you come, hear those sweet little whimpers. No, not here. You will have to be a good girl and wait for Daddy to let you come.”
I can’t keep from pouting as he straightens, focusing on bringing our plates closer. He offers me a fork full of cantaloupe. “This is mean.”
The fork doesn’t move from in front of my mouth. “No. This is punishment. Trust me, baby girl, I could be much meaner. Yes, by the time I finally let you come you will be begging and pleading for it. It will also make the high even better. Don’t you remember how good it felt every time you came at me while you were trying to find something against me?”
My mouth opens in surprise. He doesn’t hesitate to slip the fork inside. Hmm, it’s good. But I’m still thinking of what he said. “What?” I mumble as I finally swallow.
He pours a generous amount of the hollandaise sauce over the top of the perfectly cooked poached egg. Firmly, he sends his fork into it. Carrying the fork to my mouth, I sigh as I take the bite. Oh my freaking god that is good. I can’t contain my moan.
His chuckle runs up my tummy. “I told you. It’s so simple yet the hollandaise is the answer. He refuses to share the secret with us.”
I watch as he cuts his own bite and takes it. God, he’s so sexy he makes something as simple as chewing erotic. Not fair. Once he finishes he wipes his mouth. “You couldn’t stay away. Something tells me you wanted to come to me more often than you did. You felt the spark, the something pulling us together even while we both knew the other was dangerous. Then we tried to explain it away as the danger being what attracted us.”
I want to argue, except I can’t now that he’s forcing me to think back to why I kept confronting him. “I didn’t know,” I admit as I take the bite he offers me and chew slowly.
“And now you do. There’s a lot you didn’t know and still don’t. I want you to always feel safe in asking me questions. Whether it’s about sex, us, our world or your place in it. No question is a wrong one, nothing you ask me will anger me—except if you asked me to let you go.” He spears a vibrant strawberry and offers it to me. I open my mouth to accept it.
Sweet, I savor the flavor. “Okay, Daddy.” I nod.
“Good girl” is murmured low in his chest. Those words send a glow down low in my tummy.
Another bite of the yummy eggs benedict is followed by a swipe of his thumb over my lips.
Every bite is followed by a touch, a finger down my throat, then along my jaw, tracing the shell of my ear. The touches are simple, delicate almost, so I don’t understand how by the time I can’t take another bite my whole body is hot and aching, desperate for more of his touch.
I shake my head. “I’m full, Daddy.”
He runs his eyes over my plate. “I’m proud of you for eating so well.”
I fight the urge to rub against him in pleasure from his words. The pretty waitress is back, taking everything away except the fruit, our drinks, and the champagne.
The toy goes off inside me for only seconds, as she goes down the stairs. I cling to him. “Daddy, please.”
Another press of the remote at the same time he sends a fist into my hair. “I love those words from your lips.” He sighs as the buzzing inside me stops.
I’m not surprised by how easily and elegantly he opens the champagne. I am surprised to see there’s only one pretty, delicate flute. He pours the light gold champagne. I watch the bubbles burst within the flute. His sip is small, he smiles.
“Excellent. Time for my dessert.” He offers the flute. I open my mouth. A trickle of the cool, bubbling champagne flows down my throat.
There is a light sweetness, not as heavy as the red wine I tried before. Hmm. “I like it. It’s yummy and the bubbles tickle me inside.”
Smiling he drinks, then grasping me by my hair, he tilts my head back before covering my mouth with his. Oh, the bubbles and the sweetness, combined with his velvet hot tongue tangling with mine, is so intoxicating it feels like I drank the entire bottle by myself. It doesn’t matter my lungs are burning, desperate for air; I want his mouth more, need more of him.
When he tears his mouth from mine I swear it’s as if he’s ripping me apart from the inside out. “Christ, what you do to me. So fucking beautiful in your need.”
Feeling his eyes on my body, only now do I realize my dress is down around my waist, my breasts on display to him. Taking another deep sip of the champagne, all I can do is watch as he lowers his mouth to my right breast. His mouth covers my nipple. Oh my god, the bubbles combined with his mouth goes straight to the heart of me, causing me to clench tight around the toy deep within me. I don’t care he warned me anyone could come in and find us. I don’t care about anything but his mouth on me.
The champagne gone, sucking deep on a painfully tight nipple, Daddy teases my other nipple with cruel, knowing fingers. There is no warning, one moment I’m clinging to him, the next a wave of pleasure rushes through me. Annoyance tugs at me. It didn’t feel nearly as good as the last time.
Daddy’s chuckle skims over my tummy the same as his gentle fingers. “You weren’t supposed to come yet. Naughty, baby girl.”
I blush. “Daddy?”
