17. Chapter 17 – Lincoln
Chapter 17 – Lincoln
S he ate like she orgasmed. It was a total body experience. Initially, she held back, trying only small bites of things and leaving the rest for me. And sure, I probably could have eaten the entire table clean, but that wasn’t the point.
The point was to spoil her, even if she didn’t know that. So I pushed more and more foods in front of her, even ordering another round of choices when we finished the first. And I refilled her glass of wine, twice. My cock was hard the entire time, watching her lips wrap around her fork and the little moans that escaped them as she savored every flavor. Well, every flavor but the escargot, she spit that out in a very unladylike way as soon as the taste hit her tastebuds. And I fucking roared with laughter.
I couldn’t remember the last time I spent time in a woman’s presence where I wasn’t either fucking her senseless or ruining her life.
Sometimes I did both at the same time .
But with Peyton, her bubbly and often sassy demeanor was refreshing and inviting. I didn’t check my hacks or data once while I sat with her. Another very uncharacteristic action for me.
We were breaking every cardinal rule of fine dining; sharing plates, spitting out snail guts, and laughing as we enjoyed our night. But not a single person dared to say anything to us.
Sometimes money gave you the power to be threatening without even having to prove how threatening you could be.
And I’d fucking destroy anyone that tried to interrupt our evening.
I was so enjoying myself; I didn’t even toy with her clit vibrator too awful much as we ate. Instead, I left it on low, like a slight little hum against her body to remind her I was there. Even if she thought it was from Dane.
When I hacked her computer weeks ago, I found the toy in a virtual cart online linked to the site she searched for her primal kink obsession. And last week I ordered it, knowing I’d play with her with it, one way or another.
But as the waitstaff removed the dinner plates and placed the dessert menu back on the table, I knew my time was running out.
She reached for the menu but I held my hand up for the server to stop, “We’ll take one of everything.”
Her eyebrows rose in silent surprise as the server bowed and walked away.
“You can’t do that.” She said eventually, leaning back in her chair and picking up her wineglass. The wine was an aphrodisiac itself, thanks to the spices and chocolate in it, but watching her drink it got my cock harder than any high I’d ever chased before.
“Do what exactly?” I challenged, drinking my drink.
“Spoil the fat girl with sugar.” She deadpanned, “It’s too easy of a tell. ”
“What did you just say?” I tilted my head to the side, studying her, but the effects of the wine made her oblivious to my subtle movement.
“You know what they say,” She flicked her hand around the room. “Fat girls always get dessert. And you just ordered us five of them.”
“Shut up.” I demanded and her eyes snapped to mine, keying in on the tone in my voice as I leaned forward on the table. At the same time, I adjusted the controller to her toy in my pocket, where she couldn’t see. “Don’t ever refer to yourself as fat ever again.”
I upped the intensity of the toy by five clicks and she squirmed in her seat, setting her wine down like she was afraid she’d drop it. “I am though—”
“ Shut up , Peyton.” I swallowed my fury and leveled my voice. “If you ever refer to yourself as fat in my presence again, I’ll fire you.”
“I’m just stating the facts.” She narrowed her eyes at me, “And it’s my body, I can refer to it however I want to.”
“Any man that has told you that you’re anything but sinfully sexy is a dumbass of epic proportions.” I was crossing lines I hadn’t intended to cross yet. But I couldn’t control the flow of words in response to her statements. “Your body is perfection, and any man, especially a real man like me, would do just about anything to have a woman like you in my bed. So don’t you dare discredit yourself or your figure based on weak unimportant men and women in the world who have no class or experience with perfection.” I leaned forward, once again upping the clit stimulator secretly. “Because you are fucking perfection, Peyton. And if I want to feed you five different desserts so I can watch the way you sensually eat them, I will.”
She opened her mouth to say something; something that would probably break every rule established between a boss and employee, but our server returning with our desserts impeded her .
Changing the tempo on the toy, her eyelids fluttered as the server arranged the food in the center of the table and her hands gripped the edge as she fought not to come.
I was going to make Peyton come in a crowded room, as Lincoln Bryce, without even touching her.
Ignoring everyone else in the room, I could taste her pussy on my tongue as I stared at her.
“Mr. Bryce,” She whispered and then cocked her head to the side as her eyes closed completely. She was so close, but she had no idea I was aware of her plight.
“Lincoln.” I corrected her as I cracked the hard top of a Crème Brulé in front of me and scooped a generous bite onto a spoon. “Tonight, and from now on, I want you to call me Lincoln.”
“I—” She opened her eyes and then shrieked briefly as I pressed the spoon against her parted lips. When I pushed it forward, her lips parted even more upon the creamy dessert, touching her tongue.
I was a bastard for toying with her like I was. I’d never spoon fed any other person in the world, especially someone I was trying to convince that I was an ass. But I couldn’t stop myself with her.
She worked it around in her mouth and then tipped her head back slightly, still gripping the table with white knuckles, and then she came .
Like my perfect, angelic, dirty little sex puppet.
She didn’t make a sound, which I’d give her credit for someday. But I knew she was orgasming as she dipped her chin and nodded her head like she was savoring the delicious dessert. When she finally swallowed and opened her eyes to stare at me, her pupils were pinpoints and a red blush covered her lush tits over the lace of her bodysuit.
“Orgasmic?” I teased.
“The best I’ve ever had.” Now she was teasing me .
I took the same spoon she’d eaten off and took a bite as she stared with rapture. “Mmh, I might fight you for this one.” I took another bite, leaning back in my chair as I nodded towards the other desserts between us. “You can have the éclair.”
Though to be honest, if she sucked the cream from an éclair I was going to fuck her over the side of the table. I’d push her lush tits into the souffle and eat the poached chocolate covered pear straight off her ass while everyone watched.
I lowered the intensity of the vibrator but changed up the tempo as she tried each dessert, moaning and smiling like a cheshire cat with each delectable bite until I couldn’t help but reach down and palm my cock through my slacks as I watched her.
I was going to make her come the entire way home; I wanted her pussy soaked and ready for my cock when we got there.
Because she was going to run for me again, even if she didn’t know it.
“I can’t possibly take another bite.” She leaned back in her chair and then shifted her hips. The toy must have felt too intense that way for her to keep a straight face as she squirmed in her seat.
“Should we return to Hartington, then?” I nodded to the server and held my card out for him to take.
“Mmh-hmm.” She nodded, nearly comatose from the food coma and the high of her sexual needs.
I signed the receipt and stood from the table, walking to her side. Our eyes locked, and I reached out my hand towards her, repeating the same gesture I had made in the car on two occasions. However, the moment her hand touched mine, a surge of arousal coursed through me, intensifying my desire. Somehow, she affected me in ways that no other woman ever had, even with a simple touch of her hand .
“I need to pee.” She said, and then chuckled, “I mean, I need to use the restroom.”
“Let’s go.” I put my hand on her back, fighting the urge to slide it down over the large swell of her ass as we walked through the nearly empty restaurant. We’d sat through two, maybe even three, rounds of patrons as we indulged and dined. And I had enjoyed every single second.
She walked down the hall to the restroom, glancing briefly over her shoulder before disappearing through the door, and I instantly pulled my phone out to check her camera. Thankfully, the lobby was nearly empty as I leaned against the wall and watched her camera go from dark to light as she pulled it out of her purse.
I watched in rapture as she propped it up on her purse hanging on the back of the door again, just as she had before, and then lifted her skirt and pulled the toy off her clit, sagging when it was free.
I typed out a message to her.
Naughty girl.
She used the restroom and stared right at the camera with a sexy little smirk on her face, toying with me just like I was playing with her. When she was done, she pulled up her panties and adjusted her top without replacing the toy.
Puppet.
I could hear the warning in my text and watched her read it, before leaning forward to whisper. “I can’t. It’s too much.” She whined, running her fingers through her hair. “I’m too drunk. I’ll come and won’t be able to hide it from him if you keep playing with me.”
Put it back where it belongs, Puppet. Don’t push me on it .
She pouted slightly and then leaned forward so her tits and pretty face were on the screen. “What are you going to do if I don’t?”
Fucking minx. My thumbs flew across my keyboard, typing out a response in record time as I grinned like a fucking monster.
I’ll fuck that virgin ass of yours so fucking hard I’ll rip you open and leave you broken for the rest of your life.
She pulled back slightly and swallowed her shock. So I sent another message.
Now be a good girl and put it back on so I can reward you when you get home, instead of punish you. Either way, you’re taking my cock in just over an hour.
She moaned and sagged into the stall wall slightly as she read my message. “Whatever.” She smirked and lifted her skirt again, slowly and erotically replacing the toy against her clit again before replacing her panties over it. “I never said I was an anal virgin.” She sassed as she put her phone back into her purse, effectively freezing me out and taking away my favorite sight in the world.
Her.
I could still hear her though and as I cranked the toy up to high, her gasp and moan filtered through my phone and around the sparse lobby.
Multiple heads turned my way as I smirked down at my phone, ignoring every single one of them. I programed the toy to change and alternate different tempos and speeds before sliding my phone back into my pocket just before Peyton sauntered down the hallway .
She took my breath away as I watched her walk under the warm runway lighting of the hall, and I didn’t care that she could probably read the lust on my face as she stared right back at me.
It was far easier to lust after and spoil her than it was to be an ass to her, but I still had to follow my plan.
“Ready?” I asked, sliding my mask of indifference back on my face, noting the way her eyes squinted slightly in confusion from the quick shift and then walked away toward the exit.
If I did it right, she’d be so fucking angry at me by the time I parked in my garage at Hartington, she’d be ready for the hate fuck she was going to get from Dane.
She’d be ready to let loose again and work off her frustrations in that primal way we both craved.
And if the glare she aimed my way when I ignored her car door and slid in my side as the valet rushed over to get it for her, she’d be ready to go the moment her feet hit the grass.