“I’m going to make you so horny, you can’t even resist me,” Dominic said. He moved closer and moved his hand up my leg, while I shivered with pleasure. I felt his warm breath near my ear and he nibbled my earlobe, flicking his tongue along it. I shuddered and held in my breath as he groaned in my ear, his fingers tightening in my flesh.
“Do you like it, Julie?” he whispered.
I nodded and closed my eyes as his fingers trailed their way up my thighs. Every inch he got closer, my heart beat faster, but then he stopped right before reaching my private parts. He took my hand and brought it to his pants, placing my fingers right on top of his bulge.
“Do you feel that? That’s what controlling your pleasure does to me. Oh, I just love to see you squirm because of me.”
Moaning, I squeezed my legs together. The jolts became fiercer, as if he had turned up the speed. He grunted like a predator and used my hand as a gear handle, guiding me over his member.
When the car to a halt, so did the humming. Dominic released my hand and pocketed the remote again. I was still gasping, trying to catch my breath. My head felt hot and I knew I was red all over.
A sly smile appeared on his face, and then he stepped out of the car and closed the door.
I only had a few more seconds to calm myself, and my pussy, down before Dominic was at my side. He held up his hand as he escorted me out, smiling with a cheap grin as if nothing ever happened.
This amount of agonizing pleasure might even kill me.
When we went inside, a waiter approached us, but he didn’t get the chance to finish his line. Dominic had already spoken up. “I had a reservation for two at table five. Bring the best wine you’ve got. I’ll order once you return,” he said, and he took off his and my jacket and threw them on the waiter’s arms. He was fazed for a second, but then hung the coats on a stand, nodded and rushed off.
The poor guy. Seems like he wasn’t expecting that.
Dominic led me to our table and he even scooted back my chair for me. He was such a gentleman and yet so controlling. It was quite unusual.
The waiter came back with a pricy bottle and poured in our glasses. He wanted to hand over the menus, but Dominic held up his hands.
“No, thank you. We’ll have the poached salmon.”
The waiter was gone before I could protest.
I gaped at Dominic. “What? But I—”
“Don’t you like salmon?”
“Well, yeah …”
“Then what is the problem?”
I paused for a moment, looking into his eyes I could tell he was genuinely confused as to why I had spoken up. “Do you really have to decide everything?”
Dominic cleared his throat. “If you hadn’t noticed, I like to have things my way. I like being in control.”
I snorted. Control freak. I wondered why though.
“But I don’t dictate your life to torment you. My pleasure emanates from your enjoyment. I chose this because I believe you’d enjoy this. Just like I chose you to become my next sub.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Speaking of which, what happened to your last sub, Dom?”
His eyes lowered to the table, avoiding mine. He frowned, sucking his bottom lip. I could feel the tension growing. Why, I wasn’t sure. Did I ask the wrong question?
“I’d rather not discuss that right now,” he said.
The waiter arrived with our food and now the conversation was halted. Dominic ignored my lingering gaze and started cutting his fish in tiny little squares. It seemed as though he was suffering from an obsessive compulsive disorder or something, I’d read about it in a book some time. Someone with that condition had to do things in a very specific way. Well, he sure had very specific ways. Especially in the playroom.
I swallowed a piece of salmon and the flavors soothed my throat, diminishing my urge to talk.
“So, how was your day? Did you receive all your belongings from my assistants?” he asked.
Shifting the topic. Great tactic. Oh well, guess I won’t be getting an answer any time soon.
“Awesome. I unpacked my clothes and put them in your closet, if you don’t mind.”
He looked up and smiled. “So long as you put everything neatly in place and don’t leave anything out, it’s fine.”
I gave him a fake smile back, in the hopes of teasing him to give me more to talk about, but he wasn’t taking the bait.
“Did you get some writing done?” he asked.
I took another casual bite from my salmon. “Yeah, my creative juices are back, I guess. Thanks to your lovely work.” I flashed a wink.
He chuckled and placed his fork and knife down to take a sip from his wine. “You should try the wine, it’s delicious.”