I knew she was wondering what I’d given her. I knew she was wondering what would happen next and what it was that she was wearing. She was a smart girl, but I could tell by the look on her face that she hadn’t figured it out yet.

I could tell her.

But I waited.

We got out of the car and walked inside, where I saw her reaction to the five-star restaurant where I’d made a primo reservation for the best table. It had only taken one call, and I’d skipped the three-month waiting list. She didn’t know that, and it may not have even impressed her, but knowing I could do what I wanted, when I wanted, had always been a turn-on for me.

As if I needed to be turned on any more than I already was. As it was, my cock had been in a constant state of erection from the moment I’d seen Abby in that dress.

Fuck.

It was an understatement.

And when she’d slipped my little present over her hips and settled it into place just over her clit—that I knew without even checking would already be throbbing in need—I had to look away.

A man could only take so much.

But I knew how much I could take. And it was a lot. The real question was, how much could little Abby take?

I ordered a bottle of wine and still I waited.

We took our time looking over the menus and choosing our entrees. I could see her squirm a little in her seat. No doubt from the anticipation.

Oh, Abby. You have no idea.

“I think you’ll like the duck,” I told her. She was taking too long choosing her entree and I was starting to get anxious to move the evening along.

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t?”

“Well, I’ve never had duck,” she admitted.

“So you’re willing to dismiss something without even trying it?” I challenged her, my eyes piercing her. “That seems a little shortsighted. What else have you missed out on because you’ve never tried?” I reached across the table and closed her menu as the waiter appeared next to us. “She’ll have the duck,” I said without looking at him. “The Kobi steak for me.”

“But I—”

“Trust me.” I held her gaze. “You’ll like it.”

There were so many things she was going to like. A weekend just didn’t seem long enough to explore them.

While we waited for our entrees, I asked her about school, what she was taking and what she hoped to do when she graduated. After a few minutes, she seemed to forget herself and the conversation flowed a little easier. A little bit. The edge of why we were there was still razor-sharp, just below the surface.

“What is it that you do, Mr. Conrad?”

“Pardon me?” I sat up sharply and tilted my head to give her a disapproving look. “What did you mean to say?” I chastised.

Her blush traveled down between her breasts. The red heat of them made me want to push the fabric aside to pinch each nipple until the flush of it matched in color. “Sorry,” she mumbled, looking down.

“Sorry, what?”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

My cock stiffened, almost to the point of pain, just from hearing her utter the word.

“Better.” I took a sip of wine to pull myself together. I would not rush things. I slipped my hand in my pocket and wrapped my fingers around the small remote I had there.

The waiter appeared a moment later with our entrees. I waited patiently while she cut a small piece of her duck and placed it in her mouth. Just as I knew she would, her eyes widened in surprise. “This is delicious! I’ve never tasted anything like it.”

I nodded and took a bite of my own meal.

Abby cut another piece and moments before it touched her lips, I made my move. With my fingers still on the remote in my pocket, I pushed the top button.

“Oh!” She dropped her fork to her plate with a clatter, and I pushed the button again, cutting off the vibration I’d just sent directly to her clit. “What was—”

“Please remember we’re in a public place, Abigail.” I chastised her, but secretly I was pleased. She was so responsive. So…perfect.

I took a sip of wine and waited until she followed suit before I pushed the button again. She swallowed hard, and put both hands flat on the table, her eyes wide with wonder.

This time, I left it on. I knew the setting was set to low. The vibrations and weight of the jewel on her clit would soon drive her crazy. And as soon as I thought her pussy was dripping with need, I’d take her home and show her exactly how fucking good Daddy could make her feel.

I carried on the conversation normally, proceeding with my meal. After a few moments, Abby did as well, but I could see her shift in her seat in an effort to relieve the growing pressure on her clit. After a few minutes had passed, she set down her fork, abandoning her meal altogether.

I watched her for a few moments, patiently eating my own meal. Finally, I couldn’t resist asking, “Not hungry, Abby?”

She looked up at me and I could see plenty of hunger in her eyes. But I also knew the sixty-dollar entree was not going to satisfy it.

“Time to go then.” I threw a stack of cash on the table and stood, pressing the remote in my pocket one more time for good measure. I waited for her to stand and join me.

I could have turned off the vibration long enough for her to get to the car, but it was way too enticing watching her trying to pretend as if everything was normal when really every step she took brought her closer to coming right there in the restaurant in front of everyone.

By the time she got into the car, she would be begging me to fuck her.