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Her eyes grew wide. “I… well…” She looked around as if she were afraid the other patrons of the restaurant might be listening in on our conversation. When she was appeased that no such thing was happening, she answered. “Um… like more of what we did this morning, and um… that thing you just mentioned, and …well, almost everything, I guess. As long as I can safeword if I don’t like something.”
“Of course you can. If anyone tells you otherwise or has ever told you otherwise, they’re an ass and a fake dom, and they’re wrong.” My blood ran hot as I imagined that happening to her and me killing the bastard.
“No one has. I’ve never done this with anyone else. I know I don’t really want to try… like, knife or blood play, I guess, and nothing with… like… electrocution. That scares me. And bodily fluid stuff seems a little too unsanitary. But for most of it, I’d at least like to try.”
“What about breath play?” I was asking for curiosity’s sake. I could take it or leave it.
“I’m interested in trying,” she admitted breathlessly. “Like within reason. Nothing too hardcore. I don’t want to be afraid for my life or pass out or anything.”
“Noted. And see, very good. You do have limits, and you know them.”
“But… what if I forget one, or what if I think I’ll like something and I don’t? What if I say it’s okay, and I’m wrong?”
Again, my jaw ticked as I wondered where she had come up with the idea that changing your mind about something after trying it was wrong. Fake Doms were a rampant problem. They could do a lot of damage. I’d seen it firsthand far too many times. “You are in control of what your limits are. You can change them, you can experiment, and they can change over time. You’ll never know until you try. Something could be your most favorite fantasy and the thing you hate most in real life. It happens and it’s okay.”
She nodded and took a bite of her mushrooms, chewing thoughtfully, so I did the same. We ate in a companionable, tension-filled silence, both of us thinking about what came next. Well, at least I was.
I finished my food and pushed away my plate. “Would you like dessert?” The only dessert I was interested in was her, but they did make an incredible chocolate lava cheesecake here.
She shook her head, lust in her eyes. Fuck the check. I laid several hundreds on the table, more than enough to cover the check and a very generous tip, and stood, taking her hand.
“Let’s go.”
Audrey
This was getting real fast. Going into the night, I’d had no idea what to expect other than dinner, and now things seemed to be moving at warp speed. This morning I’d had a hot boss who starred in my wildest, dirtiest fantasies, and now I had a Daddy who wanted to make all those fantasies come true. At least I was pretty sure he did. He had said no more playing until he’d taken me on a date and we talked, but we hadn’treallydone that much talking. I had no idea what I was in for.
When he threw cash on the table, not bothering to wait for the bill, and took my hand, all but pulling me out of the restaurant, my heart was pounding. My clit was throbbing in time. My pussy ached. All I could think about was what would happen next. He handed a ticket to the valet, and held me to his side while we waited. I gasped when they pulled around a red Ferrari and gave Archer the keys.
He held open the door for me and even buckled me in, closing the door before crossing to the driver’s side and getting in himself.
As he slid the keys into the ignition, he reached over and squeezed my thigh. “My favorite thing about this restaurant is that it’s only a few minutes from my apartment.” His hand slid up my thigh underneath my dress, and I turned to see the towers where I knew he worked and lived in the near distance.
The drive was a few minutes, but it felt like it took forever to park and walk up to his apartment, especially since he stopped to kiss me or cop a feel every few feet.
As soon as the door closed behind us, he had my dress on the floor, undoing the snaps up the back with one flick of his wrist. Had he chosen it for that reason? Easy access?
I was standing in the middle of his apartment in the lingerie he’d bought me. It felt like a supremely intimate and vulnerable moment that was also hot as hell. My Daddy had chosen my clothing, picked it out just for me, and now he was getting to see me in it. MyDaddy.
He looked pleased. “Damn,” he muttered, taking several steps back and eyeing me up and down. “It looks even better than I hoped.”
I had to blush—red was now my permanent skin color around this man and there was nothing I could do about it.
The air in the apartment was chilly, or maybe I was just self-conscious. Either way, I wrapped my arms around my middle, hugging myself.
He was beside me in two brisk, forward steps, reaching behind me to smack my ass. “Don’t cover yourself. Keep your arms at your sides. Daddy wants to see all of you.”
I obeyed
“Good girl.” He dropped to his knees in front of me.
“Archer,” I breathed.
“Daddy. Call me Daddy,” he corrected. “Damn you’re beautiful. How did I get so lucky?” His hand wrapped around my ankle and slid up my leg, touching my skin as if it were made of precious gemstones.
When he got to my inner thigh, I braced myself for his touch, his fingers inside my panties, his lips on me, anything, everything. Instead, he did the same move on the other side. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face, alight with wonder and awe. Nobody had ever looked at me like that and I was quite certain nobody ever would again.
I wanted him so badly, wanted to jump into his arms and be carted off to his bedroom, but he seemed content to kneel at my feet, worshiping my body with his fingers and his eyes.
