Chapter 24 Cade #2
Too hard to control.
But we’ll be sitting together for a while, and it might be enough time, enough togetherness for her to work it out.
It’s something out of my control, so as I open the door of the bar for her, I make myself focus on the good time I know is lying ahead. And it will be, because Violet’s fun.
“You get a table, I’ll get the drinks. What would you like?”
She shrugs. “We’re in Brooklyn, so a Manhattan, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
I go to the bar and order two. While I’m waiting, I check my texts and sure enough, Vi’s texting The Ghost.
Vi2l: I thought you should know I’m out. And there are hot men around.
I raise a brow. ~
Hot men around? Not ‘out with a hot man’? But she’s been bent over her phone, looking like she’s typed and retyped the message, and I choose to believe she went from way too honest to this.
I’m betting she started needy or defensive, changed her mind, went with telling The Ghost about me as her date to something deliberately vague and evocative.
Because she’s where I want her, tangled, twisted up, yearning, scared I’ll disappear like a, well, ghost.
Honestly, I’m not sure if I should be amused or offended she’s thinking about my alter ego while out with me.
But this time, I don’t respond, I let the bot do it.
Ghost: I know where you are. Out with him, thinking of my cock in your mouth, aren’t you?
Vi2l: You’re sure of yourself.
Ghost: As sure as you’re wet. Thinking of me licking your pussy. But you’ll be the one on your knees by the end of tonight. Worshiping me.
Vi2l: Sure, I will.
Ghost: I’ll make you bend over and take my cock up your ass.
I smile and pay for the drinks.
The AI is pretty fucking good, even if I say so myself. It took key prompts and fed in responses similar to what I’d say.
Actually, pretty fucking close.
I can pull this off, and if she’s with me, texting The Ghost, then any similarities she might spot will be dismissed as nothing more than coincidence.
I put my phone away.
Collecting the drinks, I head to the table she chose.
She blushes like she just got caught putting the cookie jar back and turns her phone face down on the table.
And bless her, she can’t meet my eyes.
That’s when her phone buzzes, and I clink my glass to hers and take a sip.
“My place is quiet, now Jack’s gone.”
She nods and says, “No non-stop video games.”
But her cool response is marred by her cheeks flaring with pink as she scoops up her phone to look at it.
I nod to the phone. “Important message?”
Her eyes go wide, and she swallows, her throat bobbing up and down. “Lia’s in some jam, but she can wait.”
Fuck, I really want to know what the bot said to make her blush like that.
We talk some more, me dragging it out, but she keeps looking at the phone, her breathing ragged, and I finally take pity on her. “That bad?”
“She’ll be fine, I’m here with you now. I’m not rude.”
“Don’t be silly, Vi. You should reply to your friend. It’s just me you’re with.”
“But…”
“You’ll worry about it all night.”
Violet nods, turning redder, and she taps out a message with shaky fingers. Her phone buzzes again, and she almost drops it. “I need to use the bathroom. I’m sorry.”
And she gets up, heading out in a rush, typing something again on her phone.
I try and hide the grin, and I wait until she’s out of view before I get my phone and check the texts.
Apparently, I’m a dirty fuck who doesn’t care she’s on a date with the upstanding Cade Maddox.
Wait, is it a not-date?
Anyway, I see why she raced off, why she turned red and all flustered.
It all makes perfect sense.
The Ghost just told her to take off her panties, finger herself just enough to have her scent on her and act like nothing happened.
I override the auto response. Just to send a text of my own.
Me: Are your panties off?
Vi2l: Yes.
Me: Did you touch yourself?
Vi2l: Yes.
Me: You’re mine. Not his. Mine. When you get back to your table, slide your skirt up so you’re exposed. Part your thighs and accidentally brush his leg. Then touch yourself to almost the point you get off. Stop before that, Got it?
Vi2l: Yes.
Me: Then touch his glass, steal his cherry, I don’t care, but wait until he’s done with his drink.
Vi2l: What if he eats his cherry?
Me: Eat yours and suck your fingers clean. I want to see your fingers in your mouth. Do it.
I put my phone away and sip my drink and look around. She can be exposed here. The under table isn’t visible from either the bar or up close, but I move my chair a little, anyway, to block any view.
This isn’t like the night where I made her stand at her window.
If I can’t see, then I don’t want anyone else looking.
Voyeurism is hot, I like it if others get to see, but only if I can, too. And my preference is a private viewing, always. But I think Vi wants to be seen or is half in love with that fantasy. So, I’ll indulge until I find her sweet spot.
She returns, barely noticing how I moved, but when she sits, I crowd her very slightly. “It’s a little noisy.”
She nods as she moves her seat, trying to find the spot The Ghost wants her to be in. In Violet’s mind, she no doubt thinks she’s very exposed, but she wiggles, pulling up her skirt.
My cock hardens when her thigh bumps mine. “They need better seating in here.”
“They do,” she says, a little breathlessly.
We make small talk, starting with work, and she takes part.
Most of mine’s bullshit because I’m not telling her what I actually do, but I know most people glaze over when it comes to programming or fixing things.
And I make it last. Sipping my drink slowly.
She starts to move a little more, and we continue the chat, or I do, and it’s like pulling teeth because she’s so caught up in what she’s doing.
I want to laugh. It’s clear what’s she’s doing to me, and her arousal is becoming obvious.
I ask her about school, friends, family, like I’m trying to get to know her better, asking her things I half already know, but really, right now I don’t care.
I do want to know every single thing about her, but not in this moment.
Not when she’s so fucking delectable and trying to both reach orgasm and avoid it.
She’s squirming, and I want to see if she’ll forget herself.
I make it go on, stretching it out to at least forty minutes.
She gulps her drink, and I pause, ordering another two as a waiter passes us.
The girl doesn’t take much notice as she’s trying to get as many orders in as she can, which is fine by me. But she takes Vi’s empty glass.
I can see how Vi is getting close, and I finally, finally take pity on her, and finish my drink too.
“C-can I have your cherry?”
“Sure.”
“I…” Her eyes go wide, and she darts her hand out, touching my glass, my fingers, and grabbing my cherry and shoving it in her mouth and chews.
She then pushes her fingers in her mouth and sucks them, swallowing down the maraschino and then slowly rises, wiggling as she does. “I…I need the bathroom.”
“Are you okay?”
“I shouldn’t have eaten the cherry. I…”
“Go.”
She runs off.
But she doesn’t return. In fact, I finish a second drink in that time. Finally, I look at the time. And then I look at my phone.
The AI-run text stream is malfunctioning, and not in a good way.
Somehow, wires have crossed, and it’s now responding to Vi with the auto I set up to mess with Jack.
All really messed up and just plain weird shit.
She’s got to be holed up thinking there’s a maniac out here. And maybe not even good old dependable Cade can save her.
Ghost: I really want to see you fuck a man wearing a pink bunny costume singing that vintage song, “I’m Too Sexy”.
Ghost: Sing all Right Said Fred’s hits, girl. Sing them loud and proud and spank him with a pink riding crop.
Ghost: Spank me spank me spank me next because it’s a huge turn on.
Ghost: I’m so hot for this. R U?
Oooh, boy.
I shut it all down.
Shit, I need to save this.
Me: Scared?
After a long beat, she texts.
Vi2l: Who’s Right Said Fred?
I laugh.
Me: An old one-hit wonder band.
Vi2l: Do you really want me to do all that?
Me: I was checking to see if you’re paying attention.
Vi2l: Obviously, I am.
Me: I don’t like seeing you with another man. You just touched yourself under the table. That’s not nice.
Vi2l: You told me to.
Me: Now I’m telling you to leave your date. Sneak out and walk home.
Vi2l: But I can’t do that. Cade’s so nice, and it’s wrong.
Me: Being wrong feels good. Do you want nice or me?
She doesn’t answer.
Vi2l: Is that an ultimatum?
I like she didn’t answer, so I tighten the noose.
Me: It is what it is. Do it. Now.
Vi21: Okay.
Me: I’ll be watching you the whole time.