Chapter 12
Keri
I swallowed heavily, trying to gather myself as the limo finally came to a stop.
My pussy was sore, but he’d teased me to the edge of orgasm enough times that my clit was throbbing with need once more.
I wanted him to take me hard in the back of the limo, but I knew that he would make me wait until dinner had ended.
The door opened and I rushed to cover myself, but Jaxon didn’t move his hand.
Instead, he waited until the driver had pulled it open all the way before he removed his fingers from my clit.
I hummed anxiously, hoping that no one had seen anything, and he offered me his hand.
I gasped when I saw the glint of my own arousal on his fingers and stared at the ground as I forced myself to take it.
“Come. I’ve got a table reserved for us in the back,” he offered, and I smiled nervously. My eyes searched his face, and he gave away nothing. For some reason, it felt like he had a plan for me and that only added to my intense arousal and rampantly growing anxiety.
We were immediately greeted and guided to a private room at the back of the restaurant. He led me to my chair and before I could sit, he cleared his throat.
“Lift your dress. You are going to sit with your dress pulled up around your waist,” he instructed and immediately, I blushed bright red.
“You can’t be serious,” I replied.
Swiftly, he pulled my dress up himself and spanked my bottom hard, twice on each cheek. I blanched in surprise and quickly rushed to obey him. Even though the room was private, there were people outside still seated at their tables. They’d be able to hear every spank, plain as day.
“Yes, Daddy,” I yelped and grasped at the hem of my dress. Quickly, I pulled it up to my waist, baring myself in the process.
“Good girl,” he purred, and a jolt of desire raced straight down to my clit.
He watched as I slowly lowered myself onto the chair.
The fabric was soft on my bottom, but I sucked in a breath as my sore punished flesh pressed against it.
In particular, I could feel the very tops of my thighs where he had ensured to mark quite thoroughly with his belt.
When I was fully seated, he sat down across from me and the door opened.
A well-dressed waiter walked inside with two menus pressed against his chest. I squirmed a little in my chair, unsure if he could see anything, which made me all the more embarrassed and impossibly aroused.
I pressed my thighs together in hopes that it would calm what I was feeling, but it didn’t do anything at all.
I tried not to think about how wet I was.
The waiter placed a menu in front of me and one in front of Jaxon. Then he poured us each a healthy glass of red wine. I was too flustered to say anything and when I looked up at Jaxon, it was as if he could read my thoughts.
“She’ll have the pan-seared shrimp and scallops with a fresh Caesar salad on the side.
For myself, I’ll take the twelve-ounce Wagyu filet.
On the side, we’ll have the steamed vegetables of the day, au gratin potatoes, and the lobster mac and cheese,” Jaxon said, his voice strong and confident and a sense of relief washed over me.
“Coming right up, Mr. Blackwood,” the man responded with a cursory glance back and forth between the two of us.
The waiter took the menus back before leaving the room once again. I crossed my ankles and pressed my thighs even more firmly against each other as I felt Jaxon’s gaze level on me.
“This is a really nice restaurant. I’ve read reviews that say it’s the best in the whole city,” I began, hoping to distract him from the fact that my bottom and pussy were fully bare as I sat in front of him. “I’m excited to try the food,” I added.
“I hired the best chefs in the country, so it should be,” he answered, and his lips turned up just the slightest bit in a smirk.
“So, it’s your restaurant?” I deduced, returning his smile.
“Indeed. It is,” he replied.
I took a moment to look around the room. The walls were painted a dusky blue with dark cherry wood paneling along the walls. The crown molding was decadent and added an elegant ambience to the whole place.
“Could use a few more candles,” I sassed lightly, and his grin widened.
“Naughty girl. Don’t think I won’t take you over my knee in my own restaurant,” he answered, and my pussy clenched down hard with arousal.
My lips clamped tight and my face heated even further. I reached for the glass of wine, tentatively taking it into my fingers and sipping a mouthful in an effort to cover up just how much he was getting to me and just how much his threats made my body hum with desire.
“Have you had the restaurant for a long time?” I ventured, attempting once again to turn the conversation away from the topic of getting another spanking over Daddy’s knee.
“A few years. I’ve made a number of changes and rumor has it that this place is up for another Michelin star for the second year in a row,” he replied.
I watched as he buttered a piece of bread.
He passed it to me, and I had to suppress the urge to grin at being taken care of in such an utterly basic way. “Eat,” he instructed. I took a bite.
It was still warm.
“That’s incredible,” I managed to answer, both talking about the bread and the success of such a wonderful restaurant.
The door opened and the waiter returned with our food. He placed several plates in front of us, topped off our glasses of wine and left a short while after. I took several small bites, trying to be polite, but as the decadent flavors rolled over my tongue, I moaned with pleasure.
“Eat your fill, little girl. You’re going to work it all off in a little while all over Daddy’s cock,” he murmured, and I gasped in shock.
“Daddy!”
He smiled in victory. He was enjoying my embarrassment, probably even more so because he likely knew it was making me wet too.
Thankfully, the conversation turned more innocent after that and I was grateful for it so that I could eat some of my dinner.
The food was incredibly delicious, and before I knew it, the two of us had put serious dents in each plate.
He fed me several bites of his filet and allowed me to give him a few morsels of mine.
It felt sweet and romantic.
We talked about our wants and our desire to travel. I was surprised that the two of us wanted to visit more of Europe, as well as more of Asia. I revealed that I wanted to visit Japan most of all and when he grinned knowingly, I asked him why.
“Japan is a beautiful country. Perhaps if you’re a good girl, I’ll take you there myself,” he replied.
I bit my lower lip, unable to control the way he left me blushing and off balance far more often than I would care to admit.
To be honest, it was intriguing. I’d honestly never met a man who could go toe to toe with me and win.
Not like him. He was special and I wanted to know more, even if it meant that I was sitting on a sore bottom from time to time.
Maybe especially because of that.
After we finished with our meals, he ordered a piece of salted caramel brownie cheesecake for us to share.
After it arrived and we were left alone once again, he slid his chair closer to mine and fed it to me.
He didn’t let me feed myself and as heavy handed as it felt, I liked it. It made me feel warm and cared for.
I could very well fall in love with this man.
As the sweet and salty flavors meshed together across my tongue, I realized that maybe I already did. For years, he’d been the one in my fantasies and after the last year, he’d been the only one.
When the cake was finally gone, he placed down the spoon and lifted my chin with a single finger.
Gently, he brought his lips to mine and kissed me.
At first, the kiss was soft but then it turned more possessive.
I liked that it did. His mouth burned against mine as if he owned it and perhaps in a way, he already did.
My heart pulsed.
I kissed him firmly in return, not caring that we were out in public at a restaurant, or that my dress was bunched up around my waist, or that my bottom was still sore from the marks of his belt. I kissed him like I’d never kissed any man before.
I kissed him like I loved him because I already did.
His tongue dove between my lips, dancing with mine and causing a burning fire to race straight down to my clit. Several of his thick fingers drifted up my thigh, making me jump at the same time that I shivered with hope that he might touch between my legs where I needed him the most.
He didn’t and that made my arousal burn that much hotter.
When he finally pulled away, I was left breathless and dizzy from the heady sensation of being really kissed for the first time in my life.
“Stand up for me, little girl. You will keep your dress up by your waist,” he directed. Almost in a haze, I stood for him and he clicked his tongue.
“You’ve left quite the wet spot on the chair, didn’t you, little girl?
” he asked. My face burned and I fumbled to respond.
My tongue felt dry as cotton and I fidgeted, trying to hide just how embarrassed his words had made me.
My eyes were glued to the seat of the chair, where there was an unmistakable stain that my bare little pussy had left behind.
“That was very naughty of you, wasn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I managed to whisper. My legs trembled as I held my dress high around my waist.
“Let me tell you what’s going to happen, naughty girl.
Daddy is going to take you back to the limo for a firm spanking over his knee.
Then you’re going to properly thank him for dinner by riding Daddy’s cock as hard as you can.
Do you understand me, little girl?” he murmured.
His words were mesmerizing and as I stepped back and forth from one foot to another, I found myself growing impossibly wetter.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered with an increasing sense of shameful arousal.