Pulling his lips into a pleased smile, I see a hint of amusement behind his soulful blue eyes. They’re so deep that I swear I could drown in them. I’d bet our daughters would have the same color as his blue, rather than mine.
Oh, God. I have to stop.
Pausing for a long moment, he seems to study me.
“Good girl, I’m proud of you for eating so well, but just a moment, you’ve got something on your-”
Leaning in towards me, his words trail off. Lifting his hand, he moves to brush the tip of his index finger over the corner of my lips. Holding out his finger, I notice a tiny dollop of whipped cream that didn’t make it into my mouth.
“You messy little thing,here.”
Blinking at him, my mind locks in confusion. I’m not entirely sure what he wants me to do. After a moment, the instincts from my childhood kick in. Lifting my cloth napkin from my lap, I try to wipe his finger.
Immediately yanking it back, he critically clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Arching a dark brow, he lowers his voice to a buttery deep tone and makes me ache.
“No, Princess. Lick me clean,” he commands.
Internally squealing, my stomach does a sharp somersault. I swear he’s five of my book boyfriends rolled into one real, live man. Why do I think this is so hot? I should be cringing right now.
Taking a steady breath, I give an obedient nod. Heaven help me, I really want this man and I need him to follow through with his promise to see me again. Channeling my sister’s boldness, I make the quick decision to show him what he will be missing tonight.
My hand lifts to hold his wrist as he brings his finger back to me. Accidentally touching the warm metal of his gold watch, I instinctively recoil. He probably doesn’t want me to get it dirtywith my sticky fingers.
Shaking his head, he motions to my hand with a lift of his chin.
“Go on. You have my permission to touch whatever you want on me, whenever you want, my little Dolly,” he says.
The squealing in my head intensifies to a pitch that renders me deaf for a handful of heartbeats. I let out a barely there laugh, my fingers fully touching the expensive wristband. Pulling his hand towards me, I open my mouth to lick the whipped cream from his fingertip. Slowly and deliberately, making sure to keep my gaze directly on his face.
He all but growls as the tip of my tongue swipes over his skin. His eyes narrow before darkening to nearly black. I’m not imagining it this time, his eyes truly do change. I’ve never seen anything like it before in my life.
Emboldened by his reaction, I bring his finger fully into my mouth. Sealing my lips around it, I swirl my tongue as I suck. Moaning softly, I try my best to tease him. Working his finger in the exact same way that I will work his cock if he takes me out again.
“Oh, you wicked little thing,” he husks.
Shaking his head, his lips curl into a smirk drenched in sin as he watches me play. He allows me to have my fun for a few more seconds before yanking his finger from my mouth.
“Dolly. I have to walk you back to your car as soon asthe waiter comes back with my credit card, and now I’m going to have to leave this damn restaurant with my hard cock on full display. Now I am going to forgive you this one time, but in the future…if you do something like this again, I will punish you. Is that understood?”
Licking the spit from the corners of my lips, my eyes widen from his warning. There’s a hint of humor on his face, but I can tell that he’s extremely serious. I can only imagine what his punishment might entail, it piques my curiosity. I doubt it’s anything too extreme, though. I don’t think Sutton could hurt a fly.
“Yes, Sir, I understand,” I reply.
Humming low, he sits back in his chair. Adjusting his black slacks, he settles into his seat. I hate that there’s a table in the way, I’d love to see what exactly he’s working with. I bet it’s massive.
Sitting in comfortable silence, we merely stare at one another. His gaze is so intense that I have to drop mine every so often for fear of combusting. I’m glad the waiter is taking his sweet time bringing back Sutton’s card, I’m not ready for us to part ways.
“Have you ever been a submissive before, Dolly?” he asks, breaking me from my thoughts.
Pulling my attention back to his handsome face, I shake my head. The very limited information I know about the lifestyleis from fanfiction I read as an unsupervised teenager.
“Good. I don’t want to have to retrain you,” he replies, his eyes dragging over me.
Swallowing hard, I feel like I could faint. I need to read up on BDSM as soon as I get back to my apartment, I don’t want to be so naive about what he wants next time.
Giving a small grin, I reach down to grab my pink clutch from the floor. Cradling it in my lap, my face scrunches as I think. I do want to have a small bit of understanding before I jump fully into this, so I ask him the one thing that concerns me.
“Are you really intohurtingyour partners, Sir?” I ask.
