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“I love the velvet.” She runs her hand over the tufted material of the booth. “This place is like a throwback.”
“It used to be a speakeasy during prohibition actually. The owner, Les Palmer, his grandfather started it, then his father ran it and now he does. It’s a jazz club but on the weekends like tonight, they also have cabaret.”
“So is this your go-to date spot?” She gives me a cute look but I know she’s being serious.
“No, baby.” I place my hand on her thigh beneath the table. “I’ve never brought any woman here.” I see it register on her face. Without saying it, I just told her that I never even brought my wife here. Mira didn’t enjoy things like this; she also wouldn’t enjoy the seduction of cabaret, even if it’s classy and the women don’t get completely nude.
“Here you are,” the waiter says, placing our glasses down. “I’ll be back in a little bit.” I nod and take a sip of my scotch.
“This is delicious.” Daphne sips her champagne cocktail. “How’s your scotch?”
“You know, it’s missing a little something.”
“Soda?” she says innocently and it makes me chuckle.
“No, something sweeter.” I lean in, running my hand up her thigh. “May I?” She looks at me, unsure.
“What?”
“Open your thighs for me.” She glances around the room. “Don’t worry, nobody is looking.”
“Um, are you sure?”
“Look at me, Daphne.” I reach with my other hand and turn her face back toward mine. “I need the taste of you on my tongue. You want to please me, don’t you?” She gingerly relaxes her legs and I slide my fingers beneath her panties, stroking up and down her slit and around her nub.
I kiss her exposed shoulder, up her neck to her ear while my fingers toy with her. “Keep your hands flat on the table.” She uncurls her fingers, flattening them out. “You get so wet for me so quickly. Have you been like that for other men?” I plunge both fingers inside her as she gasps.
“No.” She fights curling her fingers tight as I pump my fingers in and out of her. I can tell she’s close but she’s not letting herself relax enough to get there.
“I need you to come, baby.” I pump deeper, faster. I pull back, looking in her eyes. “Don’t hold back. I want your sweet, sticky cum on my fingers.”
“I-I—” She doesn’t get the chance to say it before I feel her flood my fingers.
“Good girl.” I pull them out slowly and bring them to the edge my glass, rubbing her release on it. I reach back between her thighs, dipping my fingers inside her again, then bring them back to the glass. She stares at me, her eyes heavy as I pick up the glass and bring it to my lips, taking a sip. “So much better.”
“You’re kind of kinky.” I’m surprised to hear her say it, but it makes me smile.
I pull a handkerchief from my pocket and slip it beneath the table and between her thighs to wipe her clean. I bring it straight to my nose and inhale. “Does it bother you?”
“No.”
“Everyone has little kinks, even you, Daphne. What’s one of yours?” I lean back, my arm draped around her as I sip my drink. She tilts her head, tapping her finger against her glass as she thinks.
“I don’t think I have any, or at least I’ve never explored any.”
“Have we done anything that’s been particularly exciting for you? Made you curious about something else?”
“I—” She stops herself. “I’m not sure if I’m supposed to like it.”
“There’s no rules about what turns you on as long as it’s consensual and not illegal.”
“Well, I don’t think it’s necessarily kinky but I like when you push my limits. Like just now. I like when you tell me what to do. I never would have thought about someone,” she lowers her voice, “fingering me in public or bending over the sink like in the bathroom at O’Malley’s.” Her face grows red as she takes a sip of her drink.
“That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Trust me, it’s a huge turn-on for me that you let me boss you around, that you trust me with control, even if you think you don’t trust me.” I wink at her and she laughs.
“I also have this other thing that I think I’ve always wondered about but—you’re my first.”
She piqued my curiosity. “Your first?” I arch an eyebrow at her.
