by Tia Siren
“Why don’t you come sit on my lap, Miss Marks?”
I was more than happy to oblige.
Chapter 17
Grant
I watched her stalk over to me, her hips swaying with every step she took. I could tell her tits were free underneath her dress, and I appreciated her gusto for the evening. She approached my side, her eyes grazing over me as I looked up at her. Then I tapped my knee so she knew exactly where to sit.
The warmth of her body descended on my leg, and I could feel myself growing rock hard underneath my pants. She had a wolfish glint in her eye that housed just a twinge of curiosity. I reached over and grabbed an oyster, placing a bit of butter sauce on it just like she enjoyed before I raised it to her lips.
“Open up,” I said.
She parted her crimson lips before she slurped the oyster into her mouth. I watched her throat bob, cascading the food I’d given her down it as her eyes connected with mine. My free hand settled on her thigh, massaging it lightly as she slowly began to grind down into my leg. I reached over for another oyster, my hand roaming slowly up her leg, and the moment her tongue flicked out to slurp the morsel onto her tongue, my fingertips found her bare pussy folds.
She moaned, and her eyes fluttered closed as she rolled into my touch. I tossed the shell onto the table before I grabbed one last oyster. I wanted her to have the energy for the ride I was about to take her on tonight, but that meant she had to stop moving and conserve her energy.
“No squirming, Miss Marks,” I said.
She whimpered, her brow furrowing slightly in frustration before I tapped her beautiful lips with the tip of the oyster. Without opening them, she parted her plump lips and accepted the food I had to give her. She was trying so hard to keep her movements at bay. I could feel her shaking as my skin found her beautifully swollen clit. I glanced at my watch, realizing I had ten more minutes to enjoy her body. I’d talked with the waiter and carefully timed dinner so he wouldn’t walk in on anything he shouldn’t, but I hesitated to tell Crissy that fact. I wanted her senses to be heightened, to feel as if she was inches away from being caught with her boss. I wanted her to bathe herself in the scandalous nature of what we were doing as much as she could tonight.
I slowly circled her clit before my lips kissed up her arm. She leaned into me, sighing but never moving against my hand. Her legs were locking up, and her jaw was clenching, and my lips slowly grazed along her neck as her sighs turned to wanton whimpers. Her skin felt so good against my lips. Warm. Soft. Her pussy was slowly providing me with the silken juices I’d been after since the moment she walked through those doors, but as the minutes passed by, I knew I had to send her back to her seat.
I pulled my fingers from between her legs, and she sighed in frustration. I smirked, kissing her neck one last time as I felt her shiver at my touch. I had her in the palm of my hand, practically begging me for the release she wanted. But she wouldn’t be granted it yet.
Not until I could get mine as well.
“Go on and head back to your seat,” I said.
She tried to keep her composure walking, but her legs were weak. I watched her struggle to walk back to her chair, and after she sat down, the waiter came in with the next course. A bit of gazpacho to cool us down before the pork salads I’d ordered us. I didn’t want us eating anything too heavy with what I had planned, but Crissy didn’t seem to mind.
At first, she wouldn’t meet my gaze. We ate our gazpacho in relative silence, and for a moment, I thought she was no longer comfortable. I thought about dropping my act and making sure she was all right. I thought about going over to her side and having a small discussion with her.
She did understand she could say no, right?
But before I could eat the rest of my food, I felt something crawl up my leg. My eyes studied Crissy as she slowly raised her head, and just as our eyes connected, I felt her foot settle between my legs. She continued to eat her soup, slowly slurping it as her toes curled around my hardened cock. Oh, she was a daring one, and for a split second, I thought about scolding her. I thought about telling her to stop before reminding her who was in control this evening. But I enjoyed the playfulness behind her eyes. Her toes lightly danced around my cock, providing me with a warmth I wanted desperately but not near enough friction to really enjoy myself. She was giving me a taste of my own medicine, trying to show me exactly what I’d just done to her.
And I adored it.
“So, Miss Marks.”
“Yes?” she asked as she took the last bite of her gazpacho.
“The first question I need answered is with regard to your sexual experiences.”
“All right,” she said. “What do you wish to know?”
She sat back in her chair and pushed her foot deeper into my dick. I bit back a groan, keeping my eyes steady on her as a smirk appeared upon her lips. I planned on being in control this evening, but I figured giving her the illusion that she could have the control would be much more appealing when I finally got her to fall apart in my lap. We still weren’t at the dessert phase, and by the time we got there, she would know exactly who was in charge.
I’d break her illusion, just like I’d break her.
“I want to know what you have done, what you enjoyed, and what you haven’t done but want to try,” I said.
I felt her movements on my cock cease, and for a moment, I thought she was going to get shy on me. After all, young women like Crissy always had their limits. They were confident to a point, and then you asked them that one question that shut them up. That brought out the little girl deep within them. That forced them underneath a microscope while they squirmed.
But she kept in time with my questions, surprising even myself with her answers.
“The sex I’ve had has been pretty vanilla, to be honest. College guys are selfish with their needs and don’t give a shit about their partners. Nothing was really exciting. At least, not as exciting as I’d hoped. I want to experiment. To try something new. Daring. Scandalous. I’ve never done anal, so I’d like to try that. Bondage. Tying me up. Maybe tying the man up. Punishment, maybe some rewards. I don’t know. Just…things that are different from the norm, I guess. I want to expand my horizons, if you will.”
I had to take deep breaths to keep from panting at her words. My cock throbbed with want. Her words sank deep into my bones, rattling a part of me I hadn’t experienced since my late wife. I clenched my jaw as her words flooded my body, but the way her foot caressed my cock slowly brought me back to reality.
She pulled her foot back just as our salads were brought in, and I watched her eat while I simply sat there. She squirmed underneath my gaze, asking me a few times if I was going to eat. I took a few bites, simply sitting there and studying her. But when it was time for the dessert course, I felt my cock jump with excitement.
“Strawberries and cream for the delightful couple,” the waiter said. “Would the two of you care for me to open this other bottle of wine?”
“That would be wonderful. Thank you,” Crissy said, smiling.
The bottle popped open and was aerated through a portable device. The waiter poured each of us a glass before he set the bottle on the table. Then he nodded toward me before heading for the door. That was the last time we would see him for the next hour, and I set my sights on the dessert I wanted most.
I watched Crissy reach for a strawberry, but when her eyes connected with mine, I shook my head. She furrowed her brow, obviously confused as to why she couldn’t eat. I unbuckled my pants and pulled out my leaking cock, sighing as it was finally freed from its painful confines.
Then I tapped my thighs before a smile peeled across my cheeks.
“Why don’t you come sit on my lap again?” I asked.
Chapter 18
Crissy
I stared at him for a moment before my eyes trailed down to his cock. I felt my insides warming just thinking about what he was about to do. I was about to get fucked at the dinner table of a fa
ncy restaurant, and everything inside my screamed for joy. I was about to experience something I’d never partaken in before, and I rose from my seat before I slowly walked over to him.
I rolled up my dress, exposing the tops of my stockings as well as the garter belt. I swung my leg over his hips, my heels barely settling on either side as he grabbed the base of his cock. I could feel the slickness of his head teasing my entrance, my body waiting for his command. He rose and captured my lips in a slow, sensual kiss just before he said the one word I was waiting to hear.
“Sit.”
Slowly, my pussy lips parted for his massive cock. I groaned into his lips, my legs shaking as my hips slowly bottomed out on his. I was panting, trying desperately to expand for him in ways I’d never had to before, and as I was gripping onto the collar of his coat, I felt him reach behind me.
“Hungry?” he asked.
I opened my eyes and saw a strawberry sitting at my lips. It had a bit of freshly whipped cream on it, just taunting me with its sugary goodness. I locked eyes with Grant, losing myself in the green of his eyes as I wrapped my lips around the piece of fruit. I bit down, much to his pleasure, and felt his cock twitch against my walls as a bit of juice dripped down my chin.
“Making a bit of a mess,” he said.
He leaned forward, his tongue darting out as he slowly cleaned up the dribble of juice. His hands descended onto my hips, slowly rolling them the way he wanted. My hands traveled up his chest, feeling his hidden strength beneath his clothes before I locked my arms around his neck. His tongue traveled down my pulse point, leaving behind it the taint of strawberry juice that hadn’t quite made it to my mouth.
I could feel my juices pouring out of me, soaking his balls and wetting his pants. I found the leverage in my feet to finally begin bouncing on his lap, but before I could get going, he ripped me off his lap and turned me around. I settled back down on his cock, my back pressing against his chest as his hands guided my hips. He reached for another strawberry and dipped it into the cream before brushing my lips with it. I opened my mouth, my tongue trying desperately to find the sweet treat he had for me. My lips closed around it, biting yet again into another one just before the juice began to drip down my chin.
“Such a messy girl,” he said in my ear.
I shivered at his words as his fingers cleaned me up. I watched his hand disappear before suckling noises happened, no doubt from him cleaning of his fingers. His lips found my neck, my head lobbing off to the side as he began to pound his hips into mine. My body was buzzing with excitement, worried about the waiter coming back in but no longer caring who saw. His cock pressed against the back of my clit, swelling it to an exponential size as my hands gripped his pants. All I could do was sit there in his lap and take his assault, his cock tearing up my pussy as it began to clamp down around his dick.
His hands reached around and palmed my breasts, feeling the barbells rising to their painful peaks underneath his touch. I felt his lips approach the shell of my ear, cascading a warmth down my neck that prickled the hairs upon my skin. My fingertips dug into his thighs as the sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room, and suddenly, I was no longer caring about who might find us.
All I cared about was being in this moment with him.
“Is this pushing your boundaries?” he asked.
Suddenly, the motions ceased. His cock slowly pressed into me, his hips rolling with mine as he fucked me slow and deep. He was keeping me right on the edge, driving me insane as my legs began to quiver. I moaned at his words, turning my face toward him as I fluttered my eyes open. The stern look on his face faltered, his eyes studying how vulnerable I was to him before his hands ran down my thighs.
Our eyes stayed connected as his dick slowly slid deeper and deeper into my body. I ground my ass down into his lap as his cock throbbed between my legs, and I felt his hand inch up my dress. I shivered, my skin standing on end as I leaned to capture his lips, and the moment his warmth draped upon my body, the pads of his fingers found my swollen clit.
He slowly began to circle my clit, and all my movements ceased. My legs grew weak as his grip tightened around my thighs, holding me close to him as he played with my pussy. His long, thick strokes hit every single spot at once, and my pussy clamped down around him with every circle his fingers made. I tried to prop myself up, to get my feet onto the table so I had leverage to push back into him. But all I could do was sit there and be at his mercy.
“Come for me, Crissy,” he said.
At that moment, I unraveled in his lap. His fingertips pressed into my clit as my body shook, and I could hear his grunting as my pussy pulled him deeper into my body. He rolled his hips one last time, diving deep into my body before his cock began to quiver. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder, my sounds getting caught into my throat as I spilled my juices all over his thick dick.
My body shook, and my pussy pulsed. Grant grunted in my ear before my name began to tumble from his lips like a prayer, shivering my insides as silver stars burst in my vision. I was struggling to catch my breath, and my legs twitched with every contraction of my body before I finally collapsed into his lap.
Then, Grant peppered my ear and neck with kisses until I could finally catch my breath.
“Such a good girl,” he said, whispering.
My head tilted to the side, and we sat there like that for a while. Never in my life had I ever come so deeply that my vision had been affected. Until Grant came along, that was. That seemed to be a regular occurrence with him, and I was suddenly very excited for the other lessons he had to teach me.
He slowly pulled himself from between my legs, his hands helping me to steady myself on my feet. I whimpered, hating the loss of his touch, but the moment I rolled my dress down while he stuffed himself into his pants, there was a knock at the door.
“Check, sir,” the waiter said.
“Come on in.” Grant beckoned the waiter in, and he paid without a second glance.
I walked over to my glass of wine and chugged it down, trying to find some way to root myself after what I’d just experienced. Grant’s curious eyes grazed down my body just before I set the wine glass back on the table. Then, I watched him slowly walk over to me before he reached his thumb out. He wiped off a little dribble of wine on my lip, raising it to his lips before licking the stray wine off with his tongue.
I physically whimpered at the action before his arm slipped around my waist.
“You really should be careful with those messes,” he said.
He escorted me out of the restaurant, my body leaning into him for stability. He walked me out to my car, and I started digging for my keys, but his hand came down upon mine, and it ceased my movements.
“I’m not done addressing you yet,” he said.
“Then I suppose you should continue,” I said, grinning.
“As your instructor, I have a right to your orgasms,” he said. “I own them. That means no one is to give you any while you are under my tutelage. Not even yourself.”
“Wait, are you telling me I can’t masturbate?” I asked.
“Correct. You’ll sleep with no one else, and you will not masturbate until our lessons are over.”
“Grant, don’t you think that’s a bit—”
He held out his hand to stop me, and for whatever reason, I actually stopped talking. He slowly put the palm of his hand over my mouth and backed me into my car, his eyes barreling deep into mine as the cool metal of my car pressed deep into my back. His leg stepped between mine, pinning me to the surface before his fingertips brushed a bit of hair from my face, and suddenly, I realized what was happening.
He was establishing his dominance over me.
And I was letting him.
“As your instructor, I’m the one who’s in charge,” he said. “That fun little tidbit you pulled with your foot in there kept going as long as it did because I allowed it. Agree to follow my rules, and you’ll have more than you could ever dream. Disagree, an
d this is the end.”
I didn’t want this to be the end. I didn’t want to be without his touch. I closed my eyes, swallowing hard as his hand slowly peeled back from my lips. I wanted to experience him, all of him. He’d seen me at my most vulnerable twice, with his dick sunk into my body, and both times, he’d taken care of me. Praised me. Pleasured me in ways I could never have imagined. I wanted more with him. All of it with him.
Everything about him, I wanted in that very moment.
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay, what?” he asked.
“Okay, Mr. Jacobs.”
“Your patience and obedience will be rewarded. But not tonight. Now, give me your phone.”
I handed him my phone from my purse, and he entered his number. He turned it around, and I smiled, thinking about all the things I could do to tease him while all this was going on. He gave it back to me before he leaned in and kissed my cheek, leaving behind an imprint of warmth and comfort I carried all the way back home. My fingertips kept touching where he’d kissed me as I pulled into the driveway, and when I shut off my car, I took out my phone and sent him a text message.
Didn’t know if you wanted to know, but I’m home all right.
I walked back into the house and wasn’t shocked when I found no one awake. I slunk up to my room with the memories of tonight pressing against my mind. I flopped down onto my bed and kicked off my heels as my mind slowly went through everything I’d done tonight, but the echoing promise of reward pooled a thick wetness between my thighs.
I squeezed them, trying to keep my promise but give myself some sort of friction. I knew if I started playing with myself, I’d never be able to stop. I wanted to just break the rule. After all, it was my body. But something deep down within me wanted to obey him. Not just for the excitement and newness of it all, but because he’d asked. Because he’d shown me many vulnerable sides of him. Because he trusted me to keep my promise, just like I’d trusted him with my body.
And never once had he let me down, or made me feel unsafe, or made me feel as if I was just a toy for his own pleasure.