The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(13)

Unusual. Yes. Interesting too, that was it. I had to admit, I was  enjoying our little game. Waiting a little longer was going to make it  all the sweeter when I slid my cock into that perfect pink pussy again.

Come to think of it, between the satisfaction of our first sexathon,  meetings, pulling back from my personal F distribution and just being  generally busy, I hadn't thought about another girl since being with  Sarina. Tonight, it would be almost a week since I fucked her.

With that kind of wait, I'd have a big present saved up for our next  session. I was pulling out all the stops for this date, she'd be putty  in my hands and I'd be anything but putty in hers.





Sarina





Ryan showed up dressed to kill. He led me to his car, drove me to a  restaurant called Unseen, and was a perfect gentleman all the while.  Except for that smile that still had a devilish little edge to it, of  course.         

     



 

I tried to stay serious, tried to steer us to the friendzone, but damn  that smile. And his eyes. Damn his smile and his eyes. He made me want  to giggle like a schoolgirl.

I didn't, thank goodness, but I couldn't help but smile back. I melted  when he told me how much he'd been looking forward to seeing me again,  for the chance to get to know me better. He even helped me out of the  car after he parked.

"Have you dined here before?" the man standing at the little podium  asked with a professional smile after confirming Ryan's reservation.

"I haven't, but I thought it sounded interesting," said Ryan. "You?"

"No, what sounded interesting?" I said.

"Well, ma'am, all our dining experiences are held in pitch-black  darkness. You won't be able to see a thing. All of our waiters and  waitresses are blind, so your service will be of the highest quality.  You've been allocated the Englert room, which contains a single table,  very romantic."

I blushed and smiled up at Ryan as we were steered past a door to the  main dining room, down a short hallway to another door that had a waiter  standing outside. He stood to attention almost like a soldier when he  heard us approaching.

"Andy will be your waiter for this evening, and he'll take you from here. Andy, this is Ryan Crewe and Sarina Bell."

"Nice to meet you!" said Andy, his eyes looking between the two of us at slightly over my head height.

"You too!" I said.

"First time at Unseen?" he asked.

"Yes," said Ryan.

"OK, you're gonna love it! Follow me through here, we'll go through a  little room first, that's our light-trap, and then into the Englert  room. Oh first though, another question."

"What's that?" asked Ryan.

"How's my hair?"

Ryan and I laughed.

"Looking sharp," I said.

"Great! It's tough to be sure, as you can imagine, so thanks for your help. Right this way."

Andy led us through the light-trap, then we formed a hand-holding train  as he took us directly to our table in the middle of the room, guiding  us into our seats. The darkness was truly complete, even after a couple  of minutes of adjusting I couldn't see the faintest outline or hint of  movement anywhere.

"So the menu is very simple here at Unseen, since you effectively have  to memorize it to compare and contrast your choices. Basically, you can  choose from the beef, chicken, fish or vegetarian options, and our  award-winning chef will prepare you something that will blow your socks  off. Would you like any drinks while you decide?"

"A bottle of champagne, please. The last one I bought got broken somehow," said Ryan.

"That's a shame, sir."

"Yes it was," I said, "and, I've already decided on my food. I'll have  the chicken, since I've recently had a wide variety of beef dishes."

"Very good, ma'am."

"Well, if you've decided, then so have I. I'll have the beef just to be different," said Ryan.

"You two make a great couple, very decisive."

The darkness hid my latest blush.

"A couple small points before I leave. Sir, if you feel on the table  along the right edge as you're facing it, you'll feel a button. We don't  like to intrude much, so if you need me for anything at any stage, just  press that button and it delivers a non-lethal electric charge to  myself. I've been conditioned to respond very quickly. OK?"

"Got it."

"And if nature calls, you'll find a door on the opposite side of the  room to where we entered, so that's behind you and to your left, ma'am,  that will take you through another light trap and to the restrooms. If  there's nothing else, I'll be right back with your champagne."

Andy was lightning quick with our champagne, and even filled up the  first glasses for us, and left us with some bread and various oils to  dip it in, if we could figure out how to aim for them. After a bit of  small talk, I tried to get some information out of Ryan.

"So you've got me at a disadvantage," I said.

"How so? You think I'm blind too? Makes the drive over here all the more impressive, huh?"

I laughed. "No, like, I feel like you know a lot more about me than I do  about you. You've been in my dorm more than I have, you know what I'm  studying, you know I've never …  well, before you …  I'm just not usually  like that. And you, you're this big mystery."

"Well, how do you think we can even up the scores?"

"Tell me about, well, what is it you do? Mmmm, try the oil closest to you, that's a good one."         

     



 

"I'm self-employed. I own a cosmetics company," Ryan said.

"Cosmetics? Can I get discounted lipstick from you?"

"Sure."

"How did you even get into that? Did you take, what, chemistry at Highston?"

"No, engineering actually, but I wish I'd taken marketing. That's what the company really is when you get down to it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, all I did was source some generic cosmetic lines from overseas.  Things like moisturizing cream and lipsticks are incredibly cheap and  easy to make. I slap my brand on it, and I have a pretty good marketing  system in place. Orders are all either fulfilled by Amazon or  drop-shipped if ordered via my website or social media. I keep the  marketing budget flowing, and swap out the marketing materials when it  looks like people are getting tired of them. Pretty much everything is  automated or outsourced. I haven't had my hands on any cosmetics in  almost a year."

"You serious?" I asked.

"Of course."

"I never would have guessed that."

Andy returned with our food, then promptly excused himself after making  sure we had everything we needed. The food smelled delicious, and my  stomach rumbled as I tried to guess just how my chicken had been  prepared.

"So cheers to champagne bottles that remain intact," Ryan said.

"Cheers."

"I'm holding my glass up."

"Oh, haha!"

I carefully found my glass and waved it around in the general area over  the table until I heard the musical clink, then took a sip. Next on the  agenda was finding my knife and fork.

"My turn," said Ryan, "speaking of Champagne bottles. Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"Oh, just self-defense classes and boxercise," I said. "A long time ago  something …  um …  happened to me and I promised it wouldn't …  it would not …   happen again without a fight. I'm …  I'm sorry. I don't really want to  talk about it."

"It's OK." Ryan was silent for a moment. "Well, I got one thing right that night."

"What's that?"

"You're incredible."

When Ryan said it, I couldn't stop myself from believing him. I could  feel the admiration in his voice, the same way I'd felt it in his body  on the night we met. After suddenly getting a sinking feeling when  reminded of that night ten years ago that set me on this career path,  his words picked me right up again.

The food was delicious and, as the meal progressed, I felt myself  relaxing, laughing and blushing. I almost lost it when we traded  forkfuls of our meals for testing purposes, and I accidentally stuck a  piece of chicken in honey-mustard sauce into his eye.

I hadn't allowed myself much time to have fun in my life, but I  recognized it when I felt it, and this was it. The way Ryan made me  feel, even when I couldn't see him, feel him or smell him over the food  made the lines between Sarina Bell and Sarina Beckett all too easy to  blur.

By the time we finished our mains and Ryan sent a non-lethal electrical  charge so we could get our dessert, I was on top of the world. Ryan  wasn't finished with me yet, though.





Sarina





For a blind man, for any man, the pace that Andy worked at was  phenomenal. Our plates and cutlery were cleared away and the dessert  wheeled in in record time.

Unlike the mains, Ryan had pre-ordered the dessert when he made the  reservations. If it was meant to be a surprise, the fruity aroma may  have given the game away.