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.