Chapter 16

Crissy

My body was shivering with anticipation for the dinner tonight. I’d ravaged my closet, trying to find the best outfit. I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted my curves to be highlighted, while still keeping an air of conservatism. I wanted him to salivate over me all evening with very little skin to actually see. I wanted him to struggle just like I would, especially since he didn’t want me wearing any panties.

I’d have to be careful with that. If I got myself too worked up, I’d soak the back of my outfit.

I pulled out a red wrap dress I’d completely forgotten I’d purchased and rushed to get it on. It flattened out around my body, highlighting every dip Grant enjoyed tracing with his tongue. I rushed to the bathroom and took a look at it, knowing this would be the dress I’d wear tonight. I could pair it with my hair up, as well as a matching pair of red heels. I could throw on a bit of mascara and paint my lips a crimson red, then entice him all evening with how I curled them around my wine glass.

The dress slid down to just below my knees, and it covered me all the way up to my neck. It was way too high of a dress to wear a necklace with, so I settled on plain sterling silver earrings that dangled along my neck. It accentuated the dips and curves of his favorite place to nibble on me, and I knew it would drive him wild.

Part of me wanted to wear the red lacy undergarments I usually wore. They would match perfectly with this dress. Part of me was curious as to what would happen if I didn’t listen. What would happen if I had to be punished.

The thought shook my knees, and I had to sit on the edge of the bathroom counter until I could regain my composure.

I still couldn’t believe Grant was taking me to Swine and Swank. It was the most upscale restaurant in town. Men who wanted to spend exorbitant amounts of money to impress women took their dates to that restaurant. Men who wanted legitimate private time with their playthings took them to that restaurant. Rumors of secret sex parties and private rooms tinged with romance circulated that place. The restaurant specialized in two very distinct things: pork and discretion.

And something in my gut told me we would need the latter desperately.

I decided to go ahead and listen to his orders, but I paired it with an order of my own. I left my panties in my underwear drawer, but I also decided to forego my bra. The dress was tight enough in the chest area that it held my tits up on its own, and it was just padded enough for my barbells to not be seen through the fabric. But there was one thing I wanted to slip on that I knew would drive Grant absolutely wild.

I ran back to my room and threw open my underwear drawer. I rummaged around for it, slinking my hand along the bottom of the wooden dresser shelf. I grew frustrated as my fingers danced around, trying to find the silky piece of fabric. But when my fingertips finally landed on it, I ripped it out and hiked my leg up onto the bed.

This panty set came with a matching garter belt, and if I was lucky enough, he would take it off with his teeth tonight.

I put it on before I hiked the dress up to go look. I opened my closet door and stood looking at it in the full-length mirror, and something inside me snapped. I went back to the dresser and rummaged around for my red silk thigh-highs, knowing exactly how I was going to present myself at his side. I rolled them up my legs before I went in search of the heels that had just popped into my head. They were black Louboutin pumps with blood-red bottoms, and the moment I slipped them on, I knew this outfit was perfect.

I fixed my hair in the mirror as I studied my body. I couldn’t wait for Grant’s jaw to unhinge. If he thought for a second I didn’t understand how to play this game, he was sorely mistaken. Maybe I wasn’t as sexually alive as he was, but I sure as hell knew how to command a room with my looks. I pinned my hair up with a clip, allowing a few strands to fall into my face, then grabbed my matching red purse and headed for the door.

By the time I pulled up to the restaurant, I was already wet. I had to take a second and make sure I hadn’t leaked through the back of my dress, but once I was satisfied that nothing like that had happened, I started for the front doors. I looked around for Grant, wondering where in the world he could’ve been, but the hostess that greeted me simply told me to follow her.

“I love those shoes,” she said. “I’m saving up to buy a pair.”

“They’re wonderful. And surprisingly comfortable. If you wait until the holiday season, Louboutin does have a tendency to mark down some of their shoes that have been in their warehouse for a while. If that’s something that interests you.”

“I’ll take it into consideration. Thank you. Mr. Jacobs is just through this door. I hope you enjoy your evening.”

I stared at the door, and my hands began to tremble. This was it. This was what I had been looking forward to all day. I reached out my trembling hand and turned the doorknob, and a low rolling heat slowly wafted over my body. I stepped through the door before I shut it behind me, but my jaw was already agape. There was a beautifully roaring fire with a table in the middle of the room set for two. A bottle of red wine was aerating on the table in a beautiful crystal set, and Grant was standing at what I assumed was my seat. His eyes cascaded down my body, drinking me in as I took in the private room he’d reserved for us. Then I slowly walked over toward him as he pulled out my chair.

I turned my back to him to sit in the chair, but I felt his nose suddenly descend into my neck. The tip of it lightly danced along my skin. Cool and tempered, but filled with the buzzing electricity between us. I instinctively lobbed my head to the side, opening my neck for him as he lightly sniffed. I felt a shiver ricochet up my spine, shaking my legs as I felt him slowly push the chair up to the backs of my legs.

“You smell divine,” he said.

“This room is incredible,” I said, whispering. “Fuck, I’m already wet.”

He kissed the shell of my ear before I collapsed into the chair. I watched him walk around to his seat, pouring us each a glass of wine before he sat down. The heat of the fire pounded down onto my back, echoing the raging fire behind Grant’s eyes. He was drinking me in slowly as I watched him bring his wine glass to his lips, and for the first time in my life, I was truly stunned into silence.

“If I’m going to teach you, Miss Marks, you’re going to have to commit to being a good student,” he said. “My orders are to be adhered to with the utmost attention. You’ll have to devote yourself to practicing my lessons, and there is one little rule I require of you while I am your professor.”

“What is…what is that?” I asked.

“You cannot sleep with anyone else while we are engaging in this educative journey,” he said.

“Oh.”

“I cannot risk anyone undoing the lessons I am teaching you,” he said. “My time is too precious for that. I assume you understand the need for discretion, given our professional relationship as well.”

“Depends on which professional relationship you’re speaking of,” I said, grinning.

“I enjoy that spunk of yours, but by the time I am done with you, you will understand that it has a time and place. That time is not now, and that place is not here.”

His voice throbbed my clit as my wine glass sat against my lips. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The flames behind me danced within his green eyes, darkening them while pitting the two colors against one another. His beautiful suit was tailored to his body, and his strength tugged at the buttons of his shirt. I could just close my eyes and imagine the strength of his arms wrapping around my body, pulling me from my chair and into his lap. I felt my hand trembling, shaking my wine glass before I quickly set it back down onto the table.

I wanted him to teach me everything.

“I agree to your terms, Mr. Jacobs,” I said.

Suddenly, a waiter appeared at our side. He was carrying a small tray of half-shell oysters with two types of sauces sitting in little cups. He set another bottle of wine down on the table, just in case we needed it, and without another word, he left the room. I picked up my wine glass and took a long pull, needing the alcohol to calm my nerves before I attempted to eat. Grant was watching every move I made, and I suddenly felt like I was underneath a microscope again.

That same damn microscope he had me under Saturday.

Silently, we ate through a few of the oysters. I opted for a bit of butter sauce on mine, but I noticed that Grant wasn’t putting anything on his. I watched his tongue flick into the shell, curling around the sloppy piece of meat before slurping it down the back of his throat. I swallowed hard, trying to pull my gaze from him, but when I couldn’t, I watched him smirk in my general direction.

“Are you all right, Miss Marks?” he asked.

“Yes. Of course. This room is beautiful, Mr. Jacobs.”

“Only the best for the best,” he said. “Now, did you follow my instructions for the evening?”

Only the best for the best? What did that mean? My eyes danced between his as I took another long pull of my wine, hoping to the heavens it would calm my nerves. I was in territory I had no idea how to navigate, and while I trusted Grant fully and completely, I felt like I was swimming through the mud without a flashlight.

“When I ask you a question, you answer, Miss Marks,” he said. “Did you follow my instructions for the evening?”

“Yes. I’m so sorry. Yes, I did.”

“Very good,” he said. “Now, come prove it.”

This was territory I was familiar with. I grinned at him as I slowly rose from my seat. I sashayed my hips widely, reveling in how his eyes danced along my thick curves. I walked over toward him, stopping halfway to my journey, and decided I could do a little teasing of my own. He probably wanted me to come close enough for him to touch, but if I robbed him of that ability simply because he wasn’t specific enough, I could watch him lick his lips at me.

So, I stopped just far enough away for his wingspan to miss me, then rolled up the fabric of my dress to reveal my bare pussy to him.

I watched his eyes slowly rake down my legs. I could see him clock the wetness that had already slathered along the insides of my thighs, and I saw the tip of his tongue dart out to wet his lips. He was just as hungry as I was. I could see it in the way his fingertips curled around the edge of the chair. He was slowly leaning toward me, his eyes noticing every little detail I put into my outfit.

My outfit just for him.

“The garter belt’s a nice touch,” he said as he sat back in his chair. “You may sit.”

Sit? He wanted me to sit? After seeing my beautiful legs and dripping pussy, he wanted me to just sit?

A wolfish grin appeared upon his cheeks as I rolled down my dress. I walked to go sit back down, grasping another oyster and throwing it back. I had no idea how he did these things without any of the sauces, but at that moment, I didn’t care. Never had a man seen all I had to offer him, then just cast me to the side like this.

“Are you all right, Miss Marks?” he asked.

“Just peachy, Mr. Jacobs.” I grabbed my wine glass and finished it, but before I could set the wine glass down, he was refilling it. Part of me felt naughty. Salacious. Deviant. We were in a public place where the waiter could walk in at any moment, catching me in my most vulnerable state. I bet I’d render him speechless, too. I bet he’d want to reach out and touch me, unlike Grant over there.

“In time, Miss Marks,” he said. “Just be patient.”

I whipped my gaze up to him and was met with his prying eyes. He’d gone from simply taking me in, to studying me, and his words from this past weekend rang heavily in my ear.

Then let me get to know you.

Was that what he was doing? He wasn’t merely looking at me. It felt like he was doing something a bit more. He wasn’t asking me any questions, nor was he inquiring about how I was feeling, but it still felt like he was reading me as if I were an open book to him. I always kept myself guarded around people. I always kept myself closed off. It was how I coped with stressful situations and the mound of responsibility that was poured into my lap at any one given moment.

But here, I was held to no responsibilities. Here, I wasn’t burdened by any stressors. I had no expectations to fulfill, other than the orders that would be given to me, and I suddenly felt something I’d never really had the pleasure of feeling before.

Free.

Underneath Grant’s prying gaze, with the luscious red wine pouring down my throat and his strong body sitting across from me at this beautiful table, I felt free.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap, Miss Marks?”

I was more than happy to oblige.