“Hi.” I took a step closer to host who had been ignoring me since I stepped in.

“Hello,” he said with his head still down.

“I am meeting someone for lunch here.”

He looked up, taking a long look at me AC/DC shirt, high-waisted shorts paired with fishnet tights under them and old high top Converse. My laptop got heavier in my backpack, so I clenched the straps to relieve some stress on my shoulders. But he still hadn’t said anything.

I wasn’t up-to-speed with Piccola Isola’s dress code, but I didn’t know that we would be coming today. I mean, it’s one of the nicer restaurants in the city, where a nice dress and suit weren’t optional, they were practically enforced. I was skeptical about coming here at first, but I loved their food so I figured, why not try to get in. It probably would have been better if I waited for my uncle outside. Fuck!

“I’m sorry, but we are completely booked and you are not wearing the appropriate attire. I advise you to leave now.” He tried to hide his smug smile but failed.

The restaurant was only half booked as I could see. There was a bridal shower on one side, full of women in their 30s, giggling and gossiping while they opened presents. The other side almost empty with a few old couples here and there.

The host gestured to the door when he didn't see me move. I turned around, feeling embarrassment gnawing away at my flesh with each step I took. I stepped outside and leaned against the building, still feeling it laughing at me while I waited for my uncle to save me or attempt to save me. But instead he was late. I looked over my texts to make sure I followed the right instructions.

I looked at the time stamp, 8:05 am. I chuckled and I read the text with all the a’s and o's in my uncle’s voice. It was easy to tell when he was really excited about something since he always elongated his vowels.

I called him, but he didn't pick up.

I read the text over and over again. Meet you there at 12? Was he talking about the coffee shop or the restaurant? I started to read too much into the text.

A black shiny Mercedes-Benz pulled up in front of me where only Piccola Isola’s important customers were allowed to park. Usually the people who came to the restaurant every other day or the ones who donated to them, to “help grow the community.”

The windows were tinted, almost black, and I couldn't tell nor did I care who was inside. I went back to my phone, calling Bruce one more time, but there was no answer. I looked up, trying to see if I could find my uncle in the concrete jungle, but instead I found a lion. I found Leo getting out of his Mercedes-Benz and walking toward me while he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. He had on a pure white button-down shirt that matched his white streak, a dark deep purple tie and a pair of stone gray trousers. God, he looked so good — Wait, what was he doing here?

Leo checked out my outfit and smirked for what only felt like a half a second. He towered over me with an appetite in his eyes.

I swallow heavily and muttered my question. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes narrowed in on me. “Didn’t your uncle tell you I’m joining you guys for lunch?”

“Noooo ...”

Or else I wouldn't have come. There was a reason I blocked your number, you beautiful siren.

“Well, lucky you, I’m joining you for lunch,” Leo headed for the door.

“Where’s my uncle?” I crossed my arms, not really comfortable with this situation.

“At the office. He had some ... unexpected work piled up.”

There was a lie behind that sentence and I knew it. I could see it across his face, his body, and his whole atmosphere. It was orbiting around him like he was the fucking sun.

“No offense. But I’m short on time with work and all, so I’m going to head back to the coffee shop.”

“Get in, Mallory. We have to talk about somethings,” he opened the door and waited for me to step in.

I figured he wanted to talk about why I was ignoring him, which was simple: I didn't want the distraction or temptation, not until I was done with the Rhino Prints logo. Then I could give him everything he wanted and everything I needed. I looked inside and saw the host looking down at the seating chart.

“Listen, the host kinda kicked me out,” I whispered shamefully, hoping the host couldn’t hear me.

Leo shut immediately shut the door and stepped toward me, looking at the reason I wasn't welcome in the first place. He stared at my shirt for a while and then my fishnets, lightly touching them with the back of his finger. My body responded with goosebumps.

“Just get in the restaurant,” he said through his teeth impatiently, even though his touch was so gentle.

We headed inside and the host looked up immediately when we walked in, staring only at Leo with a wide smile.

“Hello, Mr. Ram — Kelly. Mr. Kelly,” the host's eyes darted to me now, shocked that I was with someone like Leo.

Mr. Ram?

“A table for two. Somewhere private,” Leo added. He stood tall, looking down at the host’s book of appointments.

“Unfortunately, we really are booked and there is a dress code,” he said, this time without a smug smile.

“Even the private room in the back?” Leo called out.

“No. Not the private room, but, er …” he swallowed heavily, caught in his lie. “… the dress code still applies.”

Leo looked at me again from the corner of his eyes then back at the host. He didn’t say anything; he just looked at the host while giving him one raised eyebrow. They were communicating telepathically, and Leo was winning the argument.

“Follow me this way,” the host mumbled, grabbing two menus from the podium with defeat.

I looked at the people starting at us, staring at me, when we walked passed them to a closed off room in the back, isolated like an island. The private room was roomy, with only one large table in the middle, thick curtains over the windows and even a fireplace that was not needed in August.

“Is this room all right?” the host's voice cracked.

“Yes. Tell the server we’re ready to order,” Leo sat down and I followed him, sitting across from him and tossing my bag on the ground.

He seemed very impatient. There was something on his mind and he needed everyone gone before he could spit it out. I could tell it involved me, that part was obvious. He laced his fingers together and placed his elbows on the table. This was the first time we were in the same room together since our phone call, and it felt different. Somehow it felt intimate, although that might have been because we were in such an intimate setting. He watched me carefully, studying my behavior.

“Are you oka —” The door swung and interrupted me.

“Hello, I am Val, your server for this afternoon. Would you like to hear our Monday Special?”

“No, and we’ll skip the appetizers. I’ll have the chicken mushroom marsala and she’ll have the …”

Leo waited for me to say what I wanted, but I hadn’t even looked at the menu and I couldn’t remember what I ordered last time I was here for my graduation dinner. I scanned the menu but felt my heart implode like supernova when I saw the prices. My uncle obviously paid last time, so I didn't worry about the prices. I gulped a heavy gulp and I picked the cheapest item on the menu that was still out of my budget.

“I’ll just have the salad.”

Leo must have seen the face I made at the prices, because the next thing I heard was, “I’m paying, Mallory. Pick something that’ll fill you up.”

I looked up at Leo and the waitress, both waiting for me. I scanned the steak section, my favorite section, and picked something more appetizing than a salad.

“I’ll have the marinated sirloin steak.”

“And how would you like that cooked, ma’am?”

“Rare. Medium rare if you have to.” I saw Leo smirk at the corner of my eye.

“Is that all?” the server walked over and grabbed my menu then headed to Leo.

“How long will it take?” he asked.

“For you? Twenty to twenty-five minutes, give or take,” she grabbed the menu, but he held it tight like they were playing tug of war.

“Let’s make it thirty-five minutes,” Leo strongly suggested. “We won’t be needing anything else, so please, don’t come back here until our food is ready in thirty-five minutes.”

“Yes, sir. Mr. Kelly.” I swear, I thought she was going to salute him right then and there.

Leo let go of the menu and instantly locked eyes with me.

“You’ve been ignoring me, Kitten.” Leo said the second the waitress left the room.

“I’ve been busy with work,” I crossed my arms, not liking — but secretly loving — the way he talked to me like he was ready to punish me. Oh, God, I’m so horny.

“So, that means you can’t answer a text?” he arched his eyebrow.

“I blocked you. I didn’t see a text,” I blurted out.

“You blocked me?” he gritted.

I nodded.

“Why?”

Because if I saw your texts or scrolled up to your nudes again (which I finally deleted off my camera roll) I would have gotten nothing done this weekend.

“I needed to concentrate on work,” I mumbled.

He didn’t say anything. Leo just leaned into the chair and crossed his arms.

“Did you know I never make the first move?”

I shook my head, a little surprised since he was the one who talked to me first at the party then sent the nudes and initiated the phone sex.

“I like The Breakup List ... Leo’s List. I like the goals and little games it makes you play. The fact that it lets me have a steady fuck for a month. I like it, however … ” he stood up. “I don’t like being ignored. I don’t like working harder than I have to. And I especially don't like losing, Kitten.”

Leo strolled toward the door, grabbed the chair from the end of the table and propped it against the door to lock it in an old-fashioned way. He was making sure no one was coming in for the next thirty-five minutes like he wanted. He was making sure number five on the list was getting crossed off. Have sex in a public place. I would be lying if I said it didn't turn me on. It didn’t scare me; it thrilled me. It didn’t make me feel unsafe; it made me feel protected.

He walked over to me, stroked my cheek and watched my eyes grow. He leaned against the table and crossed his arms in a cocky way only he knew how to do and for a split second — big mistake — I looked down. He was growing with lust and desire. Growing so I could feel him inside of me again. I ripped my eyes away from his cock and scanned up. His smile was mischievous and eyes were cooking up a storm.

“For now on, you pick up your phone the second I call or text. No excuse. No delay. No nothing. You won't be ‘busy with work’ because I am your work. I am your boss. Your only boss. And I will pay you triple what your boss now is paying you, for both projects. If you don’t like it, then there’s the door. The chair nor I will stop you, Kitten.”

Wait, was this Leo’s unusual way of telling me I got the job? Both jobs?

My eyes scanned his face, then body and finally his cock. Which was now at its fullest size, sealed tightly against his thigh and bulging out of his fitted pants. I went past his pants and trailed down to the floor looking at his shiny black Oxfords with gold metal trim.

“So you're going to pay me a grand for the personal project, on top of another thousand for a new project?”

He huffed. “You were charging around three-thirty? For one project?”

I nodded, looking up at him this time.

He shook his head with a vague smile. “Oh, Kitten. Never sell yourself short. We’ll discuss prices after ...” he pushed my chair back and twisted the chair to the side to face him. He stood tall in front of me, pinching the sleeve of my t-shirt.

“After?” I played dumb, gripping the side of the chair

He arched his eyebrow, knowing full well that was a stupid question and I was not a stupid girl. “After my plan plays out the way I want it to.”

His plan ... I should have known.

Leo’s hands were on my shorts now. He unbuttoned my shorts with the flick of his thumb and slid down the long zipper to relieve my baby blue panties and fishnet tights. I didn’t want to stop him, not when I was going to be sent to another world while my body trembled under him.

But I had questions.

“What do you mean plan?” I moaned watching him lower his body toward me.

“Tell me, would you have come if you knew I was going to tag along?” his voice penetrated, searching for answers. He grabbed the back of my knees and pulled me off the chair just enough for him to start shifting off my shorts.

I shook my head, even though there was a part of me that knew that was a lie. I watched him pull off my shorts, letting them dangle around one of my ankles. My shirt was still on, which made me feel safe. I wasn't ready to get naked in front of him, not yet. Leo didn’t bother with my fishnets or shoes.

“Then my plan worked better than I expected. I was originally going to fuck you in the coffee shop, but it’s too small. Too close to work. Then you stopped answering me so I had to get clever. I had to involve your uncle, to use him for live bait so I can get you here.”

“You told me not to worry, because you had to pick him. You told me he was not going to be involved.”

I was furious with his evil plan, not expecting him to go that far, but also turned on. He was some sort of demon who was always two steps ahead of everyone else. I pushed my Converse into his stomach, moving him away from me, his body hard and lean while I extended my leg. He looked down with an expression I had never seen him wear. Happily shocked, which caught me by surprise. I thought he would be pissed.

“You're insane,” I pushed him an inch further with my tippy toe. I could tell he was trying to hold still but he stepped back from the force of my legs, since they were the strongest part of my body. Thank you, soccer.

“I know,” he smiled wildly like he came to that agreement years ago.

Leo grabbed my ankle and held it tightly until he dropped it to the side when he saw the scuff mark leftover from my shoe. He tsked and shook his head side to side letting a few dark strands fall across his face. Leo removed his belt from his pants and wrapped it around his hand like he was ready to discipline me. I attentively watched the leather disappear around his hand, hoping — no — praying he would use it on me to show me not to dirty his clothes. But instead he dropped it to the ground making a clunk noise, the same noise as my fantasy.

“Did you think I was going to use that on you?” he smirked.

Yes.

He took a step closer to me and lower his lips to my ear. His breath was heavy, hot and wild. “You don’t think I want to punish you? To hurt you?” the heat in his voice had my panties uncomfortable from my wetness. “Not because of the mark you left on my shirt. Oh, no Kitten. But because you left Daddy out dry this weekend, without any water or food.”

Daddy’s hands moved up my thighs roughly, toward my soaking pussy. He ripped open my fishnets moved my panties to the side so fast my gasp was delayed. He slid his middle finger inside of me and I let out a moan so loud I forgot where we were. He responded quickly, putting his hand over my mouth to shut me up while still fingering me. His finger inside moved me like he was taking a peek at his new home.

“Do you want me to stop?” he gritted, looking at me as his upper lip twitched.

I shook my head “no.”

“Then you're going to have to be quiet. Can you do that?”

I shook my head “no” again.

Daddy chuckled and stuck another finger in me, curling his fingers and searching for my G-spot, which he found at lighting speed like he already knew my body better than I did. He thrust his fingers inside of me harder and faster like he wanted me to be loud. Like he wanted us to get caught. My body boiled, ready to burst from an orgasm but I held it in. I held it tight.

“How about now?”

Daddy slid a third finger in me. I bit down on his palm and he didn’t mind; if anything, it turned him on because I saw his cock throb in his pants. Daddy bit his lip and went deep inside me, not afraid to get wet and loving every second. He made me feel secure, like he wanted nothing more than to please me and watch me enter another universe while I was in his clutches. I rolled my eyes back, breaking the chain between our eyes so I could have just a little time to myself before I came all over Big Daddy’s hand.

But my time alone was cut short when Daddy whispered in a raspy voice, “Don’t you see your body is mine? Don’t you see that only I can do this to you? To make you feel like you are being fed and eaten alive, at the same time? No man will ever fuck you like I do. And when we’re finished with the list and you go to the next guy, you’ll be wishing it’s me.”

I whimpered and bit him harder while I let my orgasm rip apart my body like Daddy’s words had done. It was true. I was never going to find a Big Daddy like Leo, who took me like he wanted, like he hated everything and everyone and I was his only source of relief.

Leo slowed down his hand and let my body recover from my fall. My cunt gripped around his fingers when he tried to pull out. My cunt didn’t want him to leave. He sucked his finger and released his hand over my mouth, leaving me dumbfounded that he tasted me after I came.

“Just as sweet as I thought,” he smirked.

Leo squatted down to the floor and pulled the chair toward him. The chair squeaked across the floor until he hovered over my pussy, only a few inches away. I felt his hot, heavy breath over my cunt, but I didn't move because I was curious to see if he was going to go down on me. All my exes hated doing it, which is probably why I was never a huge fan of blowjobs since the favor was never returned.

Leo pulled my panties to the side aggressively and gave my slit a long lick, sending goosebumps across my whole body. Everything felt so much more sensitive, his tongue, his beard, his touch, his eyes piercing through my soul. He watched me react to his tongue, magically swirling around my clit and up and down my slit while grabbing my thighs roughly. Then all of a sudden, Daddy sucked my clit.

“Oh my God, Daddy!” I squirmed in my seat but maintained the volume of my voice somehow. I raked my hand through his hair and grabbed tightly while he treated me better than any man I’d ever been with. No man will ever fuck you like I do. Daddy’s voice rang inside my head over and over again like a broken fire alarm.

He kissed my clit and I knew the adventure was over. “I would do this all day if I could, but we are short on time. Get up on your knees.” Daddy pointed to the chair as he stood up.

But I ignored him and dropped to the ground, his cock inches away from my watering mouth. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I wanted a taste and I was going to get it now, even if I had to go on all fours and wiggle my ass. I undid his belt, his zipper, and pleaded with his fitted jeans to come off his thick thighs. I looked up at Leo who said nothing, because either my pussy or my mouth would do, as long as he wasn’t drying out in the sun. I kept his eyes in my view while I pulled his briefs down. His cock bounced out so fast I thought it was going to knock me out. I stuck out my tongue and guided my drooling mouth to his cock, never taking my eyes off of Daddy.

Big Dad D.

He inhaled sharply as his eyelids flickered with bliss and ecstasy. Both of his hands softly found their way to the back of my head. He was thick and full of frustration he wanted to take out on me and I would let him, but Daddy took his time. He let me do my own thing, covering his cock with my saliva and moaning with satisfaction. His cock started to become mine, his salty taste disappearing the longer I went up and down his shaft. I moaned, slurped and slid all over him and he loved every second.

I twirled my tongue around his tip then licked his opening, which drove him wild. He gathered most of my hair with one hand and held it tight while he undid his tie and the first two buttons on his shirt to get more comfortable. He let me move up and down his cock as I pleased, barely getting halfway down his cock and gasping for air when I came up. He saw me struggling and he loved it, as did I.

He kept my head still and fucked my mouth like I was the only toy he ever wanted to play with. Leo bit his lip hard to limit his moans, which I would have loved to hear as he went in and out of my lips. He inhaled sharply again, this time pushing my head down as far as he could on his cock, which wasn't a lot. He held me there a few seconds and watched my eyes water as he smiled. He finally released me when a tear rolled down my cheek and moved a piece of my hair out of my face, to get a full view of me.

“You’re new at this aren’t you?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I nodded.

"We have a lot practice to do,” he said with a wicked smirk. “Take a deep breath.”

I already knew what this meant so I took a deep breath and watched Leo’s cock glide into me. I was halfway down his cock, but Daddy was determined to have more fun with me. He slowly thrust and pushed my head toward his cock but I didn’t make it much further.

“Fuck. You are tight,” he moaned and pulled out.

Another tear streamed down my face as I panted for air and looked up.

“So much practice,” he smirked. Leo cupped my cheek, rubbing his thumb to catch my tear.

I opened my mouth wide and invited Big Daddy in again, determined to take him all in this time. But that wasn’t his plan: his plan was to fuck my mouth fast and hard with no mercy, while I choked and gagged on him. He went deep but not too deep, just enough to deprive me air for a few seconds. His moans were become heavier and frequent, so I took this as a good sign.

“Fuck. I’m going to cum,” Daddy was about to pull out, but I gripped the back of his thighs and shook my head.

I wanted him to cum. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel his cum slide down my throat like I had imagined a hundred times ever since I got his nudes. He huffed in a shocked way and continued where he left off without any questions. It turned me on whenever he seemed mind-blown by me. Even though Daddy knew how much I wanted this, I don’t think he actually understood how badly I needed this.

“I’m coming. Fuck. I’m coming, Mallory!” Daddy growled giving me a warning, but it didn’t prepare me for what was about to come.

Daddy’s cum filled my mouth in seconds, for seconds. He was like a never-ending warm ocean wave that hit me hard with thick, salty and delicious liquid. I swallowed — I had to, because the taste was stinging my taste buds and I had nothing else to do with it. I gulped him down and sucked the tip to make sure I got all of him, because at this moment I was addicted to his taste and the way he made me feel.

“Holy shit!” he grunted, knocking his head back. “Holy fuck …” he whispered this time tightening his hand around my hair.

Leo looked down and wiped a tear off my cheek while I sucked the last drop of his cum. His arms were covered with goosebumps and his eyes looked drunk and high. I playfully bit the tip of his cock, showing him my teeth, and giggled. He must have liked it (like he did when I bit his palm) because his cock pulsed again. I stood up and we both started getting dressed.

There was silence between us while we dressed. Not a silence that made you want to scream, but one that made you want to cherish the moment. I fixed my outfit and watched Leo put on his tie, the last piece of his attire. He had a small smile on his face that didn’t look like it was going to go away anytime soon.

“Four more to go,” I muttered, sitting down in my seat not wanting to go back to the table since I had a full view of Leo. His chin was down, but he looked up at me, making him look angry even though he wasn’t. He was the furthest thing from angry right now.

“Come here,” he stepped toward me and grabbed the napkin from the table. He brought it over to my cheek and wiped away some of my running mascara that I hadn’t even thought about.

“You know your lip piercing …”

I looked up at him eagerly, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“Works wonders on a blowjob,” he smirked.

I rolled my eyes, not saying anything, but actually taking his comment as a small compliment.

“Perfect. Now you look less like a pornst —”

I knew where he was going with this so slapped his stomach with the back of my hand to shut him up.

He chuckled at the slap but realized he shouldn't have said that. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I have no filter.” He went back to wiping my cheeks, which were already clean, taking in account the white napkin. “I didn’t mean it. You’re not a por — you're not one. You’re the furthest thing away from one, Mallory. I’m sorry.”

“You’re an asshole.” I took the napkin out of his hand and wiped my face, but Leo had gotten all my makeup.

“I know,” he admitted again. “I’m a lot of things.”

He walked away, tucking his white shirt into his pants and pulling the chair from the door, placing it back to its original spot like nothing had happened in this room.

The second before Leo sat down, the waitress waltzed in.

“Your food is ready.”

I already ate, I thought.