by Lena Gordon
The waiter appeared a moment later with our entrees. I waited patiently while she cut a small piece of her duck and placed it in her mouth. Just as I knew she would, her eyes widened in surprise. “This is delicious! I’ve never tasted anything like it.”
I nodded and took a bite of my own meal.
Abby cut another piece and moments before it touched her lips, I made my move. With my fingers still on the remote in my pocket, I pushed the top button.
“Oh!” She dropped her fork to her plate with a clatter, and I pushed the button again, cutting off the vibration I’d just sent directly to her clit. “What was—”
“Please remember we’re in a public place, Abigail.” I chastised her, but secretly I was pleased. She was so responsive. So…perfect.
I took a sip of wine and waited until she followed suit before I pushed the button again. She swallowed hard, and put both hands flat on the table, her eyes wide with wonder.
This time, I left it on. I knew the setting was set to low. The vibrations and weight of the jewel on her clit would soon drive her crazy. And as soon as I thought her pussy was dripping with need, I’d take her home and show her exactly how fucking good Daddy could make her feel.
I carried on the conversation normally, proceeding with my meal. After a few moments, Abby did as well, but I could see her shift in her seat in an effort to relieve the growing pressure on her clit. After a few minutes had passed, she set down her fork, abandoning her meal altogether.
I watched her for a few moments, patiently eating my own meal. Finally, I couldn’t resist asking, “Not hungry, Abby?”
She looked up at me and I could see plenty of hunger in her eyes. But I also knew the sixty-dollar entree was not going to satisfy it.
“Time to go then.” I threw a stack of cash on the table and stood, pressing the remote in my pocket one more time for good measure. I waited for her to stand and join me.
I could have turned off the vibration long enough for her to get to the car, but it was way too enticing watching her trying to pretend as if everything was normal when really every step she took brought her closer to coming right there in the restaurant in front of everyone.
By the time she got into the car, she would be begging me to fuck her.
7
Abby
Every part of me vibrated with need. I could feel my juices running down my thigh from the constant state of arousal I’d been in since…well, really since the weekend had begun, but it had only been heightened when Mr. Conrad turned on his toy.
Holy shit. I didn’t think I’d be able to hold it together in front of all those people and they must have known something was going on. The idea that the other diners might have known I was on the verge of an orgasm while they enjoyed their expensive meals just made me hornier.
I’d never been with someone like Mr. Conrad. Someone who took control and knew exactly what he wanted.
And what I wanted.
That was really it. He knew instinctively exactly what I needed.
And I needed him.
As soon as the driver opened the door, I practically dove for the cover of the car. Mr. Conrad slipped in behind me.
“Did you enjoy your dinner?” His grin was wicked as he slipped a hand over my thigh. He hadn’t shut off the vibrator and the weight of his hand so close to my clit only increased the pressure low in my belly. Every second that passed pushed me closer to coming. But I wanted him inside me before that happened.
He knew damn well I’d barely eaten anything before he’d driven me to distraction. But he was waiting for an answer. “Yes,” I said with a lick of my lips.
“Yes, what?” The vibrator increased in intensity, making me gasp.
I couldn’t think of what I was supposed to say. I couldn’t think of anything. There was no coherent thought as my body raced to release and the orgasm that threatened to consume me. “Yes,” I managed the word. “I enjoyed dinner.”
Suddenly the vibration was gone. As was Mr. Conrad’s hand. The feeling of loss was dramatic and desperate as my pleasure was pulled away.
“No!” I looked to him with wide eyes. “What happened? Mr. Conrad, turn it back on.”
“What do you call me?” His voice was cold and distant and I instantly realized my mistake.
Daddy.
He would take care of me. He’d make sure all my needs were met. But I had to follow the rules.
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. My pussy throbbed with a need that made me want to sob. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” I scooted closer to him on the seat, desperate in a way I barely understood for him to forgive me. “I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to come so bad that I wasn’t really thinking of anything at all.” I was aware on some level that I was rambling, borderline begging, but I couldn’t make myself stop. All I could think of was the orgasm that had been yanked away from me. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please.”
He didn’t look at me, but stared straight ahead and without saying a word, I knew I should shut up. For the rest of the limo ride, my sexy jewelry hung heavy like a weight, reminding me of what I’d lost. And it was more than just the climax that should have been dripping down my thighs at that exact moment.
It was more.
Mr. Conrad—no, Daddy—was so angry.
His eyes were cold and lifeless, his mouth pressed so tightly together I could see the muscles in his jaw twitch. Every once in a while, he tapped a text message into his phone, but it was as if I didn’t exist at all.
Would he touch me again?
Would he ask me to leave?
I couldn’t bear to think about it. And, surprising me, it wasn’t the money or the fact that he could go back on his end of the bargain that had me worried. The idea of not having his cock inside me again, pumping me hard the way he had only a few hours earlier, left me feeling empty and with a loss inside me I couldn’t even begin to explain.
It felt like an eternity but finally the limo came to a stop and the door opened. Daddy got out before me and walked into the house. I trailed him like a scolded puppy, desperate for forgiveness. It wasn’t until we were inside and the door was shut that he spoke without turning around. “Abigail, go to your room.”
Seriously? He was sending me to my room? I bristled and my first instinct was to tell him where he could go and exactly how he could get there. Except, if I did that…the deal would be off. And worse, he wouldn’t fuck me again.
At that moment, staring at his broad, strong back in his tailored suit jacket that likely cost more than I made in a month, it wasn’t our deal that stopped me from talking back. It was the thought of never having his hands on me again, his mouth on my pussy, or his cock inside me. How after only one evening a man could make me wet just with anticipation was completely beyond me. But not only was I dripping with need for him, I would do whatever it took to have that need satisfied.
He was right.
I was his little whore.
And I was completely okay with that.
“Yes, Daddy.” Despite the fact that he still had his back to me, I dropped my eyes and looked at my feet, every bit the chastised little girl.
“Change into the outfit laid out for you and wait for me by the window.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He didn’t wait to see whether I would comply before he stormed off in the direction of his office.
8
Phillip
Of course she would do as I told her.
She was my little whore. And I fucking loved it.
Turning away from her in the limo was hard.
Very hard.
Almost as hard as my cock that was currently straining against the crotch of my pants. But I didn’t have a choice. She broke the rules and she needed to be punished.
My cock throbbed at the very thought of the punishment I was going to deliver.
In my office, I took a minute to get control of myself. The best way I knew to deal with a raging erection, besides the obvious, was to go through
work emails and that’s exactly what I did.
I was right. It didn’t take long before my cock relaxed enough that I would be able to stay in control. I looked at the clock. It had been ten minutes.
Not long enough.
Even without touching her, I knew how wet Abby had been. She’d been on the verge of screaming out her pleasure in the middle of the most expensive restaurant in town, for fuck’s sakes. And she would have, too.
That was one of the things I loved about her. She was so fucking desperate for pleasure. A greedy little whore, she would have come all over herself right there, wearing a thousand-dollar gown, surrounded by people. And she wouldn’t have cared, because all she cared about was coming. And I could have made it happen.
I almost did, too.
It had been an exercise in control, for sure. Especially when I saw the way she was trying to discreetly rub her legs together as she walked to the limo. She’d been shaking from need so bad that she could barely put one foot in front of the other. She was too greedy for her own good.
Which was why she’d slipped up and called me Mr. Conrad.
“Dammit, Abigail.” I slammed a fist against my desk and rubbed a hand roughly over my face.
I’d had much different plans for how that limo ride was supposed to go.
Much. Different.
My cock thickened again just thinking about how I was going to make her wait. She was going to be on her knees on the floor of the limo, with my big cock in her mouth. I’d have one hand on the remote, driving the vibrations higher and higher as the other hand wrapped in her hair, keeping her head in place as she sucked me off.
“Fuck it.” Control be dammed. I clearly needed the release before I went to her room. Quickly, I unzipped my pants and let my hard, ready cock free.
I pushed back from the desk, closed my eyes and stroked myself as I pictured my sexy, greedy little whore on her knees taking me in her mouth over and over. She sucked and licked, her eyes rolling back in her head as the vibrator incessantly drove her need to the point of insanity.
I groaned, picturing the way I’d ease off the controls at just the right moment, denying her the release she craved until I was ready, and then finally I would be. I’d flick the switch to high and she’d lose all control over her body as the orgasm that had been building all night crashed through her at the exact moment that I’d take my release. Her screams of pleasure would be muffled by my own come shooting into her mouth. She’d swallow all of it, and when I was finally depleted, I’d reach between her legs past the gown, now ruined by her juices, and stick my fingers inside her slick wetness, before making her once more taste the pleasure I’d given her.
Two more pumps, and I came hard with the image of my fingers between Abby’s sweet pink lips.
I let my head fall back and took a minute to pull myself together. Never had a woman made me lose control like this.
I was always in control.
Always.
But Abby was different than any of the other women I’d had. So very different. And it wasn’t just the arrangement. Although that was different.
And maybe that was it? Maybe that was the reason I couldn’t get enough of her?
But I knew that wasn’t it.
It was more.
And if I wasn’t careful, I was going to be in too deep with her.
No feelings. Not ever.
Which was why I needed to get up to her room and teach her a lesson about obedience. This was a weekend arrangement. That was it.
I just needed to remember that.
9
Abby
My legs were trembling. I’d been waiting so long for him to come to me. What was keeping him?
I was starting to get a cramp in my leg from standing next to the window in the insanely high heels that had been set out, staring out into the darkness just the way he’d asked.
No.
The way he’d commanded.
He was mad at me.
I hadn’t played by the rules and he was punishing me for it by making me wait for him.
At least I hoped he was making me wait for him.
What if he didn’t come?
What if he left me there all night, standing by the window and trembling in anticipation?
I hated how it made me feel like a little girl.
No.
That wasn’t true.
I loved it.
I loved how it felt when Daddy looked at me with that dark, dangerous gaze. When he touched me. When he spoke to me. When he…fuck. I liked everything about him. And it wasn’t just about the sex either. It was more than that. He listened to me when we talked. Not that we’d had much of a chance to talk, but when we did, I knew he was actually listening. He cared.
Unlike every other guy I’d ever been with.
Daddy was different.
But that didn’t change the facts of why I was there. It was one weekend. That was it.
The idea made me sad but only a little because in that moment I heard his heavy footsteps in the hall. I took a deep breath and adjusted my outfit as best as I could. It was a soft lavender made from an extremely soft silk. Very feminine, but also very naughty. The garment tied just below my breasts, pushing them out and up on display. The fabric fell open, exposing my midriff, and danced around my hips and the tiny panties that barely covered my pussy. I felt at least six feet tall in the stilettos that accompanied the outfit. I’d never worn heels so high. They were both sexy and a bit scary because I was so unstable on my feet.
I didn’t look, but I knew the silk was soaked through with my juices. I’d been in a constant state of arousal since arriving, and waiting for Daddy had only made me hotter.
I heard the click of the doorknob and a moment later, Daddy’s voice as he spoke my name. Still, I didn’t turn around. Not until he asked.
“Face me, Abigail.”
I did as ordered, but kept my gaze locked on my feet. My breasts heaved with the deep breaths I couldn’t seem to control. I felt like bursting into tears. He’d been so mad and he still sounded angry, only less so. Would he tell me to leave?
I couldn’t bear it. I needed to feel him inside me again.
“Look at me, Abigail.”
I swallowed hard and looked up.
His handsome face was unreadable. His lips pressed into a hard line. His eyes bored into me, expressionless.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. “Daddy, I’m so sorry. I know it was a—”
“Quiet.” He held up a hand and I shut up. “Do you know why I’m angry with you, Abigail?”
I nodded. “I broke the rules.”
“You did. I asked you to address me a certain way, and you couldn’t remember that very simple thing, could you?”
To be fair, I’d been driven crazy with desire and the orgasm that he’d kept out of reach. I opened my mouth to explain, but he silenced me with his hand again. “You’re expected to remember the rules even when faced with…difficulty.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” And I was. I really was. “I’ll remember next time.”
“I know you will.” He smirked. “Because I’m going to make sure of it.”
Before I could ask him what he meant, he crooked his finger and beckoned me to him. My legs were shaky from standing so long and when I took the first step in my impossibly high heels, I stumbled but managed to catch myself before making a fool of myself.
“It looks like you might need some more practice in your shoes,” he said wryly.
I didn’t ask him what that meant because I was too busy concentrating on crossing the floor without falling. When finally I stood in front of him, he traced his finger down my neck and over the swell of my breast. His fingers slid around my nipple, hard from anticipation, and locked on it. I gasped and my knees buckled slightly. I could feel the hot juices between my legs.
“You like that, don’t you, Abigail?”
I managed a nod as he pinched a little tighter. When he released his grip sud
denly, I let out a gasp and almost fell forward, but caught myself in time.
“Tell me you like it.”
“I like it when you squeeze my nipple.” I managed the words on a breath.
“What was that?” His mouth returned quickly to a hard line and I knew at once I’d screwed up. It only took me a second to remember myself.
“I like it when you squeeze my nipple, Daddy.”
“Better.” He nodded. “But you still need to be taught a lesson, don’t you?”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I nodded, because clearly it was the right thing to do. I did need to be taught. Badly.
“Walk to the bed,” he commanded and I did so. “Bend over and lay your tits on the mattress.”
I knew at once what he was going to do and my head shook involuntarily. But no words came out of my mouth.
“Abigail.” My name was spoken as a warning. “Do as I say.”
I shook my head again. He wanted to spank me. Spank me.
I thought he might get mad and tell me to leave, but instead he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Remember when I told you that I would take care of you?”
I nodded.
“Do you trust me now?”
I didn’t hesitate to nod. I did.
“Good.” He let his touch slide down my cheek to my chin. “Then turn around.”
I was out of arguments. I did trust him. I turned around and pressed my chest to the mattress. With the sky-high heels on, up against the ridiculously high bed, my ass was thrust up and out directly in front of him with only the thin silk panties to cover me.
My entire body trembled. I’d never been spanked before. Well, not since I was a little girl. But that was different. So very different.
The waiting was killing me, and my body was so wound up with the anticipation that the trembles turned into shakes and then his hand, warm and heavy and reassuring, was on my ass cheek. He smoothed it over in small circles, soothing me until I stopped shaking and sank into the soft mattress, relaxing under his touch.