Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
CALLUM
“S hould I let the chef know to cancel the order?” the server asks as she clears Carl’s dishes and wine.
“Yes, but only so the lady can order what she actually wants to eat instead.” I wait for Tinsley to speak up, and she’s a little flustered before asking a couple of questions and then placing her order.
“I’m not eating right now, but can you take this with you please?” I hold out Tinsley’s wine glass to the server. “She was only pretending to drink it.”
“Of course. And I’ll let the chef know about the change.”
When we’re alone, I try to take a calming breath, but it’s no use.
“How did you know I wasn’t drinking it?”
I drape my arm over the back of her chair and lean slightly closer. The restaurant is busy, but we’re alone in this section. I inhale her scent and try to get myself under control.
“Because I watched your every movement and you didn’t swallow.” My breath sends goosebumps down her neck, and I long to lick them. “But shouldn’t you be asking me more important things?”
“Like what?” I don’t miss the way her tongue slides along her bottom lip.
“Like why I’m here. Or how I was able to get you alone.”
“The phone call?”
“Was my doing.” I touch the bare skin on the back of her neck and let my finger drag across it back and forth. “I didn’t give you permission to go on a date.” I bite the last word out and then clench my jaw. My fingers move around the back of her neck, and I hold her in place as my other hand goes up her dress. “I told you that you belong to me, princess. Did you think that ownership didn’t extend beyond the walls of my office?”
Her legs spread, and when I feel how wet she is, I know it’s only for me. I circle her clit with my fingertip, and her breath catches.
“N-no, sir.”
“No, what?” I say in her ear, demanding that she says it out loud.
“I know you own me.” The words come out of her in a rush before she gasps. “Everywhere.”
“You’re going to sit here and eat every bite of your dinner.” I press against her clit and watch as her eyelids begin to lower. “Then we’re going to leave, and I’ll eat mine.”
The server is headed our way, so I remove my hand from under Tinsley’s dress but leave the one on the back of her neck. I lick my finger as the server places Tinsley’s food in front of her.
“Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” she asks, but I shake my head.
“Thank you, but I’ve already had an appetizer.”
Once we’re alone, Tinsley looks up at me. “Are you going to eat...” There’s a long pause as she glances down at her lap. “...me?”
“I am, princess.” I pick up her fork and pierce one of the ravioli on the plate. “So don’t keep me waiting.”
I hold out the ravioli for her, and she quickly opens her mouth to take it. She keeps her eyes on me as she chews and then swallows before opening her mouth again expectantly.
She lets me feed her, and fuck, does it make me want her even more. I long to take care of her, worship her, and do filthy things to her body.
Once her plate is clear, I take out my wallet and leave an obscene amount of cash so that we don’t have to wait for the bill. I don’t miss how Tinsley’s eyes widen when she sees the cash in my wallet. I peel off several more hundreds, and she watches me put them in her bag.
“What’s that for?”
“You liked looking at it.” I stand from the table and take her hand. “And I like giving it to you.”
“But—”
“You’re already on thin ice, princess,” I say, cutting off her protests. “Stand up and walk out of here before I make a scene.”
“Yes, sir.” She looks down at her feet as she follows me, but I see the smile she is trying to hide.
Once we’re outside the restaurant, she’s practically running to keep up with me as I go to my SUV and open the passenger door. After I deposit her in the seat, I stomp around to the other side and get in. I notice she’s putting on her seatbelt as I slam the door, but I shake my head and push it away.
“We’re not going anywhere yet. Not until I’ve calmed down.” My hand goes to the back of her neck as I put my other hand on her hip. I hold her firmly as I haul her across the console and onto my lap. Her thighs spread, and she straddles me, but I’m still not under control. “You’ve tested my patience tonight.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” She looks contrite as her hands move to my chest. “My father set that date up. I didn’t want to go.”
My jaw clenches as she licks her lips. “Your father?” When she nods, I lean in close, our lips inches apart. “But not your Daddy?” I brush my mouth against hers, and I can practically hear her heart beating. “Because you know who your Daddy is now, don’t you, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
A whimper escapes her the moment my mouth is on hers. The hand I have on her hip slides between her legs, and I don’t waste time with teasing touches. My fingers spread her pussy lips before I push them into her tight cunt.
Her mouth opens as she cries out, but I swallow it down. I lick her tongue and demand she do the same as I finger-fuck her little virgin hole.
“Goddamn it, you’re fucking wet. It’s getting everywhere.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers as she rocks her hips and grinds against me.
“Don’t you fucking apologize.” I go harder, feeling her dripping down my hand. “My god, it’s going to be so easy to get my dick in you. I’m going to slip right in between these tight lips.”
She cries out as I rub the heel of my hand on her clit, and then she’s cumming. Her pussy squeezes my fingers in a tight clench as more of her soaks me. The sounds of her wet cunt taking me is like heaven, and I can’t wait any longer.
I hit the button for the seat to recline, but she doesn’t seem to notice until I’m all the way back. “I’m hungry, princess. Daddy needs your cunt on his face.”
She lets out a squeal of surprise as I yank her up my body, but she grabs the seat behind me to steady herself. As soon as her knees are on either side of my head, I grab her hips and smash her pussy on my mouth.
I suck her clit and then lick my way to her asshole, and she moans loudly. She’s making a mess of me, and I finally relax as I eat her like a summer peach. I stick my tongue in her ass and then her pussy and suck on her clit some more. I’m teasing the both of us, but I know I can’t last much longer.
Releasing her hip, I reach down and undo my pants. When my cock is free, I stroke it hard and fast while I cover her clit with my mouth. I hollow my cheeks as I flick my tongue over the tight peak three times and then she cums.
We go off together as I spurt onto my stomach, desperately wishing it was inside of her. I’ve lost enough control for one night, and I don’t want her first time to be like this.
Once the last of her orgasm has faded and she’s too sensitive to keep going, I help her back down my body so that she’s stretched out on top of me. I feel her hot pussy on my cock, but I don’t try to take things further. It feels good just to have her there, and it’s enough. For now.
This time when I kiss her, it’s slow and gentle, like we have all the time in the world.
“I can taste myself on you.” Her whispered words are like a naughty confession.
“It’s okay if you like it,” I tell her, and she nods.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. About tonight, I mean.”
“Don’t worry. You’re going to make it up to me.”