Chapter Five — Alex
“And for the lady?” the waitress asks.
“She’ll have —” Callum starts.
“I’ll have the Caesar salad with fries on the side. Thanks,” I say, cutting Callum off and smiling widely. A small thrill runs through me. I know I’m playing with fire right now.
I’m pissing Callum off, and as much as I’m loving it, I’m also scared about how angry I’m making him. It’s too fun, though, to stop.
I wait for him to go off on me after the waitress leaves, but he doesn’t. He just chuckles. “You’re cute.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, innocently sipping some of my Sauvignon Blanc. I have to hand it to him — this is the best wine I’ve ever had.
“It’s cute that you think you can get under my skin by acting like a brat. Do you think you’re the first woman who’s interrupted me before?”
“What did you think I’d do?” I ask, trying to sound nonchalant. “Go all, freak out and flip the table or something?”
“No, sweetheart. Your punishment will come later, when we’re out of the public’s eye and there’s no one to hear you scream but me.
” He gives me a devilish smile and takes a sip of his scotch, and just like that, my smile dissolves.
I feel something stir between us. I feel butterflies in my stomach and feel like I want to crawl into a hole and also throw up at the same time.
But a part of me also can’t help but imagine what Callum has planned for me: tying me up, pinning me down. Stop it, Alex, I tell myself. I can’t get distracted. This man is a misogynist, remember? Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean he’s not garbage.
I muster up as much courage as I can. “Sure,” I bluster, taking another sip of my wine.
“Slow down there,” he says, as I reach for the bottle. His hand wraps around mine and places it on the table.
“Excuse you,” I say.
His eyebrows raise. “Excuse me.”
“I’m not the drunk one here. I’m not drunk.”
Noticing that my words are slurring just a tad, he raises an eyebrow.
“You’re not my dad,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“No, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna punish you like you’re my little girl.” He smirks.
“Whatever, you’re all talk,” I say. I try to feign nonchalance, but I’m quivering inside. He raises his eyebrows like he knows I’m putting on a show.
Something starts ringing, and Callum reaches into his pocket. “Just a second.”
I watch as he gets up from the table, phone to his ear, and walks outside.
About a minute later, he’s back, and his demeanor has changed.
Whereas before he was playful and light, there’s now an edge to him, a dark look on his face.
It’s somewhere between desire and anger.
It’s hard to say. It’s slightly frightening, but also sexy.
Without saying a word, he grabs my wrist and pulls me upright. He pulls me behind him, and I stumble.
“Where are we going?”
He doesn’t say anything. He just drags me towards the back of the restaurant and then into a bathroom — I don’t actually know if it’s the handicapped bathroom. All I know is it’s beside the men’s and women’s rooms and required a code to get in, which Callum punched in without blinking.
The second the door is closed, I hear it lock automatically.
I look around. There’s a toilet in the corner and a sink, but besides that, it looks almost like a boudoir — a beautiful gold mirror, a small embroidered chaise with a floral pattern and white carved ends, marble flooring, a chandelier, and it smells faintly like roses.
“How did you know that code?” I ask.
He doesn’t even bother answering.
I’m in trouble.
“Take it out,” he says.
“What?”
“Take out the toy. Now.”
Something about his voice tells me now is not the time to argue. I reach under my dress and pull it out. I notice him avert his eyes for a second, which strikes me as odd. He’s being a gentleman now?
“I don’t need a preview,” he says, answering my unasked question. “I know I’ll be seeing plenty of that later.”
“You don’t know that.”
He doesn’t even bother answering. He just looks at the toy. First, he runs his hands up and down it. I’m struck by the fact that it’s glistening wet.
“Someone’s been turned on,” he says, as he rubs his finger up and down it. “You’ve been a naughty little girl, haven’t you, Alex? You’ve been getting turned on all evening, even though I never even touched you. You like to pretend you’re all innocent, but you’re not, are you?”
I’m too embarrassed to say anything.
“Well?” he asks, looking at me.
I stumble back instinctively, and he steps forward. My hands hit the marble wall. He’s in front of me, towering over me.
“Answer me.”
He runs his fingers up my collarbone, and I feel my sticky wetness trail across my skin. He pauses when his fingers get to my lips.
“Tell me, Alex. Have you or have you not been fantasizing about me all dinner?”
“I haven’t,” I stammer.
“Liar.” He pushes one of his fingers into my mouth.
“Do you taste that, Alex? That’s the taste of your wet pussy, which has been dripping all dinner, just dying to get fucked.
And now you’re gonna stand here and lie to me and tell me you’re not turned on?
Are you trying to make me punish you by being as much of a brat as possible? Is that what’s going on?”
“No,” I stammer again. I try to look away, but he grabs my chin.
“Look at me, Alex. You can’t hide from me. I see you. And I know what you’ve been thinking.”
“No, you don’t,” I whimper.
“Yes, I do.”
His other hand runs up my bare leg. When he gets to the hem of my dress, he pauses and then slips underneath it. He gets to my bare pussy and then lightly teases the edges.
“You’ve been thinking all evening how much you regret taking the batteries out of the little toy I got you to wear.
You’ve been thinking you made a big mistake.
Because all dinner, all you’ve been thinking about is how badly you want me to punish you for being a little brat and then ravage you afterwards. Am I wrong?”
“No —” The word sticks in my throat. I can’t quite get it out.
“What, cat got your tongue?” he asks. For a brief second, he grabs my tongue, and then slips a finger inside my pussy. I gasp as it goes in easily.
“You’re soaked, Alex. I caught you red-handed.” And as soon as his finger goes in, he pulls it out a second later. “You know I’m gonna have to punish you for this, right? For not following my rules?”
“I —” I start to protest.
“Stop it. You’re a smart girl. It would be insulting if we pretended like this was all a mistake.
Like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing when you decided to show up here without the batteries in your remote-controlled vibrator.
I bet you thought you were pretty clever, didn’t you? Getting one over on me.”
“All of that bravado you had earlier — where is it now? Hmm?”
His other hand runs up the top of my dress and brushes lightly over my breast on top of the fabric. I look down and notice that my nipple is poking through the stiff fabric. He pinches it through the material.
“You’re such a horny little slut, aren’t you?” he says. “Just dying to be fucked. Unfortunately for you, bad girls don’t get fucked. They get punished, and you’ve certainly been a bad girl, haven’t you? Say it. Tell me you’ve been a bad girl, Alex.”
“I’ve been —” He pinches my nipple again through my dress. I gasp as he pinches harder. “A bad girl,” I say.
“Good girl.” He releases it, and pain rushes to my skin. “Now turn around. Hands on the wall.”
I turn around, confused.
He hikes up my dress. I wait for the sound of a zipper, expecting him to fuck me, but he doesn’t.
Instead, I hear the sound of something clicking into place, and then I feel his hands at the entrance of my vagina.
I desperately want him to slip his fingers inside to touch me, but he doesn’t. Instead, the smooth silicone enters me.
He secures the toy in place and then pulls my dress down.
“Now your punishment begins,” he says, as he grabs the handle of the doorknob. “After you.”