I was starting to love playing games with my little doll.
I couldn’t wait until that Saturday night, and when it finally came, I knew just what I was going to make her do.
I’d made reservations at one of my favorite restaurants close to her, and I tried to pretend it wasn’t the first time I was taking a girl there. I didn’t want to admit to myself how special this girl was, and how badly I wanted her to be mine. The longer I pretended it wasn’t real, the longer I could go without burying my cock in that tight little cunt of hers. That didn’t mean I wasn’t fucking craving it, though.
Especially after seeing her in person. She was delightful, an enchanting little doll that threatened to uproot everything I’d worked her, because I wanted to let her in so badly. I wanted to give her everything she craved so badly, everything she’d begged me to do online the last time we’d talked. I’d watched her come all over her fingers and lick the sticky juices clean. I watched her cat stretch lazily in the background as she begged me for more, to hurt her, to let her come again. Just one more, sir, just one more, she’d begged. She was fucking perfection, and I knew the longer I denied myself the pleasure of her pussy, the harder I would take it when I finally got my hands on her.
I drove to the address she’d given me and admired her little house when I pulled up in front of it.
It was completely different to my lavish home. I’d decked my place out with expensive, meaningless art and furniture which cost an arm and a leg. I had an aquarium full of fish so expensive it felt ridiculous to even buy them, and she had a tabby cat she’d probably found wandering around her garden. She was so different, such a refreshing breath of air. She was perfect. Perfect for what I needed, perfect for what my body craved.
I rang her doorbell and leaned against the wall, waiting for my little doll to come outside. I was going to play with her that night, I’d already decided.
I needed a taste, a feel. I’d denied myself the pleasure long enough. Now it was time to touch her. Kiss her. Fuck her… if she was brave enough to let me.
She answered the door in a flurry of red lace and soft, angelic curls.
She was beautiful. Heart-stoppingly beautiful.
She wore a dress with a red lace bustier and a flowing skirt that reached halfway down her thighs. On her feet, she wore a pair of black pumps which matched the clutch in her hands.
They weren’t expensive clothes. Not like the designer shit the girls I always dated wore. But she looked better than all of my previous flings combined in a dress that probably cost less than fifty dollars. She was perfect.
“Hello, Cleo,” I said. “You look as luscious as ever.”
“Thank you.”
She smiled shyly and tucked her hair behind her ear. It was fluffy and curled, beautiful, soft waves falling down her back. She looked fucking exquisite like that, her pale skin almost translucent in the light. I could see some veins on her wrists as she locked the door, and for some reason it turned me the fuck on.
Her cat jammed its head between the doorway, and she leaned down to pet it.
“Who’s this?” I asked.
“Casper,” she replied with a smile. “You like cats?”
I frowned, shaking my head as she pushed him back inside. “I actually can’t stand them.”
“What?!” she turned to face me, the expression on her face so offended it made me laugh out loud. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Didn’t realize it was a crime.” I grinned at her. “Seriously, they’re little dicks with cute faces. I don’t condone that.”
“You’re a di—” She blushed and shook her head. “Sorry. I love my cat.”
I took her by the elbow and led her to my car, shaking my head.
“What a nasty little mouth for such a pretty girl,” I told her, and her whole body tensed. Oh yes, she loved that dirty talk. I made a mental note of it for later.
I drove us a few miles into the city, and let the valet take my car as I walked her into the restaurant. Her eyes widened when she recognized it, just like I knew she would. It was one of the better-known, most expensive places to eat in her city. I hadn’t been there in ages, and I loved coming along, so the owner greeted me with some surprise when he saw I’d brought a date. We were shown to our table, and I helped her sit down.
“What a gentleman,” she said with a small smile as I sat down opposite her.
“Always good to be one,” I replied with a smile as the waiter passed us the menus. “Have you been here before?”
She shook her head, looking nervous. I waited for the waiter to leave before reaching across the table and laying my hand on hers.
“You nervous?” I asked, and she gave me an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Just not… not my usual date, I guess.”
“More of a movie kind of girl?” I asked with raised eyebrows, and she laughed nervously.
“More of a… cheap kind of girl,” she admitted.
“You don’t look cheap to me,” I told her honestly. “In fact, you look so beautiful tonight I might have to forgo my gentlemanly ways.”
Her eyes went up to mine, shimmering from the candle on the table. She was excited about the idea, and it turned me right the fuck on. Again. God, she was perfect.
I helped her order something I thought she would like, and the waiter brought out some wine for her as well. I wasn’t drinking since I had to drive all the way back home, but I loved seeing her taste my favorite red and make a little face which she desperately tried to hide.
“Not good?” I asked in shock. “I’m offended!”
“Please, no,” she giggled. “I just don’t know anything about wine. Honestly.”
“So this is payback for the cat situation, I see.” I grinned, and she giggled. “Bad little girl.”
Once again, I saw her visibly tense up when I uttered the words, and I enjoyed every second of it. She looked so perfect when she was flushed like that.
“Do you mind if I go to the ladies’ room before we get our food?” she asked, and I shook my head, motioning for her to go.
She got up, and when she left, I caught a glimpse of the back of her thighs as her sinful little dress moved. It got me so fucking hard I couldn’t help but pull out my phone and go on the website where I’d found her.
I shot her a message, doubting she’d be checking for it in the bathroom, but hoping she would nonetheless. It was time for me to have some fun.
Where are you?
Her reply came a moment later, and I grinned to myself, knowing how desperate my little whore was to be played with.
In the bathroom of a restaurant.
You’re going to play for me.
I can’t now!
Do as I say, doll. Send me a picture. Are you alone?
Yes…
The message was accompanied by a picture from the ladies’ room which I’d never seen before. It was a proper room decorated in boudoir style complete with a vanity for the ladies to freshen up at. She sat at the vanity, and she’d sent me a picture of her pretty self in the mirror, facing her phone toward it.
Good fucking girl. Spread those whore legs for me.
Another picture. Following my instructions. She wore black sheer panties that drove me wild. I had to conceal my erection under the table when I saw it. The whole thing was getting fucking embarrassing.
Push your panties aside. Show me my cunt.
A minute passed before she replied, and when my phone vibrated, I was almost too scared to look at it.
But there it was, her perfect, shaved little pussy. So fucking pink it looked like it was flushed. I groaned out loud, and covered it up with a cough.
Please… Let me play.
Her reply came when I realized I forgot to send something back, and I typed a message for her in seconds, I was so eager.
Make my cunt come. Be quick about it. Efficient. I don’t want you wasting time. You have one minute, then send me a picture of that used little pussy.
I waited, accepted a refill from the waiter, and received some curious gazes from other patrons, probably wondering if I’d been stood up. Not a minute later, my phone got another message, and I looked down to see her pussy so fucking puffy it made me want to storm down the hall and fuck her right in that fucking stall. What a dirty little girl.
I didn’t have time to reply, because she strolled back to the table without a worry in the world, her pretty cheeks flushed a gorgeous shade of pink, matching that sweet cunt I’d just been staring at.
“Welcome back,” I said pleasantly, putting my phone away.
“So sorry,” she said with an apologetic smile. “I think my lock got jammed, I had to try a couple of times to get out.”
I gave her a knowing look, and she looked away, obviously embarrassed. I loved seeing her blush like that, it fucking suited her.
The waiter brought us our food a moment later, and we tucked in. It was as delicious as ever, and I loved seeing her gush about how much she loved what I’d suggested she ordered. She looked beautiful even with her mouth full… A promising thing for what I intended to do to her eventually.
We spent the evening chatting about things very different to what we spoke about online. She might have been a little whore on the phone, but in person she was very shy, almost painfully so. She seemed nervous in my presence, which I didn’t completely understand, but it felt like I was intimidating her. I kind of liked it.
I made her split a dessert with me, and loved seeing her lick the blackberry sauce off my spoon. She looked right at me when she did it too, like a proper little slut. I almost felt proud of her.
Once we were done, she wanted to pay half of the bill, but I didn’t even acknowledge it. I paid the waiter and left a handsome tip, and she stared at me from across the table.
“Thank you,” she said in a clipped tone.
“You’re welcome.” My gaze flitted to her. “Something wrong, Cleo?”
“You know I could have paid for myself,” she said pointedly.
“You could have,” I said calmly. “But I wanted to treat my girl. Got it?”
She stared at me as I helped her get up and led her outside. We were waiting for the valet to bring my car, and the whole street was deserted. She looked embarrassed and still flushed from what had happened in that bathroom and suddenly, I didn’t give a shit about anything anymore. I was done resisting her.
I pressed her lithe body against the wall of the restaurant and she gasped when her back met the rough brickwork.
“What are you…” she whispered, but my mouth shut her up.
I kissed her like I owned her, because that was exactly what I was planning on doing.
My hand wandered between her shaky legs, slapping them apart roughly and playing with my pussy. Oh yes, because it was mine already, even if she didn’t know it just yet. Perfect little slut.
I pushed those panties aside as I kissed her and she mewled helplessly against my lips. My fingers outlined the shape of her pussy, and I forced two of them inside her, quickly, just because I needed to know what her cunt felt like. She moaned so loudly against my lips I had to bite her tongue to shut her up.
I heard an approaching car, pulling my fingers out of her pussy with a loud pop and moving my mouth away. She gasped as I brought my fingers up and looked into my eyes before her tongue darted between her lips, licking me clean. I thought I was going to spill in my pants at the sight of that.
“I’m getting you a cab,” I told her roughly. “I need to go home.”
“W-what?” She stared at me incredulously as I instructed the valet to get a cab. “But why?”
“I have some work to do,” I told her with a smile. “But this was lovely, beautiful Cleo.”
She glared at me, and kept glaring as the taxi pulled up. I sat her down in it, giving the driver her address.
“To be continued,” I told her, and shut the door of the taxi.
I drove home in a mad fucking rush, and came all over my fist two minutes after walking through my front door.