When both of us were out of the car, and he took my hand, I took a peek up to catch the name of the swanky place looming in front of me. I wasn’t even going to try and pronounce it, but it certainly wasn’t in English.
“It’s called Il Postino Ristorante Italiano. Italian food. I seem to remember your enjoying Italian,” he smirked.
I blushed a deep shade of crimson at the mention of our last rendezvous at a pasta joint. We’d both ended up like limp noodles at the end. (Pun intended)
Grabbing my hand, he ushered me into the restaurant, and up to the hostess stand. I took a moment to look around. The place was cozy, intimate, and very beautiful. With a simple decor of black and white, the giant sunflowers on some of the flat surfaces stood out against the backdrop. It was breathtaking.
“Reservations for two under Hunter,” Jackson greeted the hostess.
“Right away, Mr. Hunter. You requested the back corner, correct?”
Back Corner? Why the back corner? Was he ashamed of me?
No, that wasn’t it at all. I knew for a fact that Jackson Hunter was not in the least bit embarrassed by my presence. I may not be 100% confident in myself, but there was no doubt in my mind, that Jackson was.
“Yes, thank you.”
Tugging on my hand again, we followed behind the sweet, older woman hostess and made for our destination. Once we arrived and were seated next to each other, in a large circular booth, a waiter immediately joined us.
“Good Evening, Miss, Sir. My name is Gustaf and I’ll be your server this evening. Would you like the wine list?”
“Thank you, Gustaf, we will have whatever your house special red is, thank you,” Jackson spoke, confidently.
“Very good choice, Sir,” he said, spinning around and heading away.
“Yes,” I leaned into him, “Very good choice, Sir,” I lightly mocked.
Without missing a beat, Jackson gripped the back of my neck and brought my ear to his delectable mouth.
“Go into the ladies room and remove your panties, and then join me out here, little sub,” he said before planting his lips on mine for mere seconds and then releasing his grip on me.
Shit. No panties, and I was turned on beyond belief. Seventeen words and I had already flooded my basement.
Scooting off of my chair, I straightened my dress and made my way to the ladies room, swaying my hips a little. Tonight, I felt brazen and bold, and his gaze made me feel sexy. I didn’t know for sure if he was looking, I wasn’t brave enough to look back, but it felt like a searing hold was being burned into the back of my dress. Yeah, he was looking.
Entering the ladies room, I headed first for the mirror. I wanted to make sure I didn’t look as flushed as I felt. Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I entered a stall and took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. Sure, I’d gone commando before, when laundry day was tomorrow and I didn’t care, but I’d always had on shorts, not a dress. It didn’t matter that the dress came to the floor, I would still be naked underneath.
Screw it, I thought. No time like the present to live a little. Honestly, most times I had been to the club I had worn less. The thought that made my nerves stand on end, was why he wanted me bare under my dress, but I couldn’t think about that now. I had already been gone too long, and I wouldn’t put it past Jackson to rip down the door to find me.
Slipping out of my thong and placing it in my purse, I cleaned up a little, washed my hands, and headed back to the table. Our wine had been delivered and Jackson was pouring us each a glass.
“Feeling better, my sweets?” he asked, his mouth turned up in a grin.
“I am, thank you, Sir.”
“And what would you like to eat this evening?”
I hadn’t even looked at the menu, and he knew that, but this, it seemed, was another test.
“Whatever you think I should have, Sir,” I said, with the utmost respect and sincerity. I really didn’t care what he picked, I trusted him.
Once the waiter had arrived and taken our orders, I could feel my nerves skyrocketing. Somehow, I hadn’t noticed that Jackson was no longer two feet from me, he was now less than two inches from me, his thigh rubbing against mine.
“We have approximately fifteen minutes before our food arrives, that’s how long you have.”
“That’s how long I have for--”
Cutting off my sentence with a kiss, Jackson leaned into me. His hand was instantly upon my knee and he was dragging my dress up higher and higher. The cool air felt nice on my overly heated skin, but when the dress was finally perched on top of my knees, I began to freak out a little.
Disengaging from the kiss, Jackson looked at me. “Do you trust me?”
“Completely,” I responded.
“Then, relax.”
The next thing I knew, Jackson was gone, his hair disappearing under the white, floor length, tablecloth. Holy shit! What was happening?
I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Jackson’s hands gripped around my ankles, almost making me cry out in shock. Luckily, instinct kicked in, and I remained silent.
“Relax, little sub,” he whispered from below me.
I tried. I really did. Anyone in the restaurant could look over, and if I didn’t control my face and my posture, I was going to give myself and Jackson away. Forcing myself to breathe and surrender, I studied the items in front of me.
I must have done well because no sooner had I felt a little better, Jackson’s hands made their way up my bare legs, and pushed my dress higher, revealing my wetness to him under the table. I focused harder on my wine, and the small vase of flowers before me.
One petal.
Two petals.
Three--Oh, God.
I instantly knew what he wanted. I had fifteen minutes to come, and somehow I just knew if I didn’t, my punishment would be imminent. It seemed as though he was going to make it easy for me, when his tongue darted out and licked me from top to bottom, and thrust at least two fingers into me.
I had to stifle the groan that threatened to escape, and he didn’t stop. With people less than ten feet away, Jackson ate and finger fucked my cunt with a frenzy I craved, and needed. I was close already, so very close. Until I spotted my worst nightmare quickly approaching.
“Jackson, stop, the waiter is coming,” I harshly whispered, trying like hell to shut my parted legs.
“Act natural,” he murmured, before lazily attacking my clit again.
“I just came to check on you miss, and see if there was anything I could get you?”
“Ummm--no-- uhh, no, no. I think- I think, we’re ok. Th-thanks,” I stumbled through.
“Are you ok, miss? You’re looking flushed. Would you like some ice water?” his concerning tone asked.
“N-No, I’m ookay, Just a little, c-cold.”
“Maybe some hot tea, then?” he asked.
Fuck, would this man ever leave? I was so close to exploding, and there was no way I was going to be able to keep a straight face when that happened. Just leave, please!
“No-no, tthankkk you s-so much.”
Turning on his heel, he walked away, thankfully, just in the nick of time. With a final thrust of his fingers, and a bite to my clit, I detonated around Jackson, barely swallowing the scream that had worked it’s way up from my lungs, with my napkin pressed against my mouth.
I was in heaven. I was in a puddle, but I was in heaven, nonetheless. In a room of crowded strangers, I had just come all over Jackson’s hand, and was now riding through waves of endorphins.
“Give me your napkin,” a far off voice said, and a hand appeared.
Giving it to him, I slumped a little in my seat, almost too languid to hold myself upright. I wish I could have stayed in that bubble of bliss, but common sense kicked in, and panic bubbled up within me.
Whipping my head back and forth, I looked to every dinner patron, waiting to see a look of disgust from someone, or a knowing, creepy smile. I wasn’t sure which one would
have been worse. With my frantic search, I hadn’t noticed Jackson wipe me of my juices, lower my dress, and gracefully return to his seat.
“No one saw, little sub, and you did superbly,” he whispered in my ear.
He was right. Not one person even looked our way. I had been paranoid. But how could I not have been? He just ate me out under a table for Christ’s sake.
“I think when we get home, you deserve a little reward.”
I didn’t have time to say anything, because the waiter took that moment to bring our dinners.
“I know you said you did not want it, but I didn’t want you to freeze, miss, here is a hot tea, if you should change your mind.” Gustaf said, placing the tea in front of me.
“Thank you Gustaf, I’m sure my date is quite warm now, aren’t you, my dear?”
Damn this man!
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jackson
I couldn’t get her taste out of my mouth, and it haunted me throughout dinner. The food in front of me, which I’d had a hundred times, tasted bland in comparison, the wine was more like water. Maggie was unique, and I couldn’t fucking get enough. I wanted to spend days going down on her, and lapping her up, drinking until there was nothing left, and she was dried up like the Sahara.
I still couldn’t believe I was in this place, and I wasn’t talking about the restaurant. I was speaking of the place I was at with Maggie. I had pushed her tonight, not only for my enjoyment, but to see how she would do in a public setting. She had exceeded my expectations beyond compare. I already had a backup plan in case she had not done well in front of the waiter.
Gustaf was the son of one of the longest members to the club, besides Chase. He had even come to a newcomers night last year. Gustaf knew who I was, and he knew the plan for that evening. Even if Maggie had spilled the beans or freaked out, we wouldn’t have been kicked out or arrested for public indecency. That was something I had no intentions of telling Maggie, though. She had done so well.
Dinner went by swimmingly, and we even joked about a customer she had spent multiple hours on the phone with that day. Our tryst under the table not talked about, but not forgotten by either of us. When the plates were cleared away and we waited for our dessert, I knew Maggie was getting antsy.
“Sir, may I please use the restroom and put my panties back on?” she asked.
“You may. I’ll walk with you, I need to use the restroom myself,” I said, adjusting myself so she could see.
She giggled before standing and I let her laughter float around me. It was really the most beautiful sound in the world. With my hand to the small of her back, I walked to the restrooms and escorted her to the door.
“Don’t take too long my, sweets, I’m ready for my dessert,” I winked.
She blushed before dipping through the door. I’d never grow old of her innocence.
Several minutes and an almost flaccid cock later, I emerged from the bathroom to find Maggie, erupted in goosebumps, her face pale, and a silent tremor raging over her.
“Maggie?! What’s wrong?” I demanded, grabbing onto her shoulders and pulling her into my chest.
She didn’t say anything, just shook in my arms. I looked above her head and around the room. Nothing seemed out of place and no one was looking our way. What spooked her? Had something happened in the bathroom. Fuck! What I wouldn’t give to climb into her head right now.
“Maggie. I need you to use your words sweetheart. Tell me what’s wrong,” I cooed into her hair.
“The table, Jackson,” she said, just barely audible.
My gaze headed straight for our table, immediately locking eyes on the object of her distress. A large vase of wildflowers sat in the middle of our table, a visible note propped between the petals.
“Shit!” I cursed under my breath. “Stay here, Maggie.”
“NO,” she all but screamed, catching the eye of a few close diners. “No, please don’t leave me here alone,” she cried into my jacket.
“Ok, ok, Maggie. Let’s go over,” I said, walking over to the table and summoning Gustaf with one hand, while the other cradled Maggie to me.
“Yes, Sir. How can I help you?” Gustaf said, once we were in front of the offending flowers.
“These, Gustaf. Where did they come from?” I demanded.
“I’m not sure, Sir. The hostess asked me to bring them to your table. They were delivered just a few moments ago with directions to leave for the lady.”
Ripping the sealed envelope from the arrangements and pocketing it, I picked up the vase and shoved it into Gustaf’s chest. “Get rid of them”
“Yes, Sir,” he exclaimed, before bounding away.
“It’s alright Maggie, they are gone. Let’s get you home, alright?” I asked.
“Read it to me, Jackson,” she whispered.
“No, Maggie, you don’t want to see this.”
“Jackson, I don’t want to see it, I need to. Promise me you’ll read it to me,”
I sighed. She had a right to it, and although I wanted to shelter her from the pain it would inevitably cause, I couldn’t keep it from her.
“I promise.”
Her tear stained face looked up to meet mine and shattered my heart into a thousand pieces. I would give up everything to never to see her cry like this again. I would do everything in my power to never see that look of fear cross her beautiful eyes. Everything that I held dear to me would never compare to the love I felt for the woman sobbing in my arms, and I hated myself for coming to that realization as we stood here, realizing her stalker was close.
“Not here, though, my love. Let’s get the car and go home.”
Reaching for my wallet as she grabbed her bag, I threw a couple of hundreds on the table before I scooted her into my side, wrapped my arms around her shoulders, and walked her to the entrance. Her walk was stiff and her arms were wound tightly around me, trying to crawl into my skin, as we stepped out of the doors. Thankfully, my driver was already parked a few paces away, as I scurried her forward and lurched open the door. I would fight this creep to the death if need be, but I didn’t want it happening here, in front of a crowded restaurant with Maggie watching.
The drive home wasn’t nearly as nice as the drive here had been. The tension radiating around the car was palpable, and I wasn’t sure what else I could do to console the delicate woman huddled close to my side. Her shivers had finally stopped, but her sobbing continued until she finally fell asleep in my arms.
I wanted to read the note hidden in my pocket, burning a hole through the material, but I would wait till we got home before I gave in to the temptation. The car was just not a suitable place to take out my anger, and I’d promised Maggie I would read it to her. Petting her head, I listened to the gentle breathing of the woman pressed into me. Once this nightmare was taken care of, I was going to make her mine. Permanently.
“Wake up, my love. We’re home,” I whispered down to Maggie, gently shaking her.
As her eyes opened, she looked up at me and smiled, and I wished I could have frozen that moment in time. The small space just before the brain catches up, and reality comes crashing in. The innocence in her eyes morphed into terror again, her smile disappearing as the events at dinner clouded her mind, dragging her back into the present. It was heartbreaking.
“Come on, my love. Let’s get inside.”
Exiting the car, I walked her to the door, as both of our eyes scanned the surrounding area. Nothing seemed amiss around us, and when I opened the front door, everything looked ok, including the puppy that bounded up to greet us.
I watched as Maggie bent down and scooped up her little bundle of love and pressed her face into the little dog’s neck, while Faith tried to find a way to lick her owner senseless. It would have been picture perfect if Maggie’s tears hadn’t been evident in the poor dog’s coat.
Walking Maggie to the sofa, I let her sit, and then bent down myself to remove each of her shoes and massage her feet in turn, kissing the pad of e
ach toe along the way.
“Jackson?” came the whispered question above me.
“Yes, my love?” I asked.
“Can we just read it, please? I won’t be able to sleep knowing it’s out there waiting for me, and I need to go to sleep. I’m so tired.”
I was reluctant, but I had made her a promise.
Righting myself, I turned and sat down next to her, letting Faith climb off of her owner and settle herself on my lap. I pulled the note out and slowly unsealed it, all the while watching Maggie for any extra distress.
She wasn’t shaking, and her tears had all but stopped. She actually looked calm, which was the complete opposite of what I was feeling inside.
Just like ripping off a band-aid, I pulled the letter out and opened it for both of us to see. I wished I had read it first.
To my little slave,
You don’t think anyone noticed the way your cheeks flushed as that asshole, sorry excuse for a man, ate at your cunt like a thanksgiving turkey? Well, I noticed. I saw the way you tried to hide your orgasm for the poor fuckers eating dinner around you. You like to get fucked in public? Well I think I can oblige your demand, slut.
How about I take you to the middle of Times Square and let you choke on my cock for everyone to see? Then, I’ll fuck you into the concrete , making sure every resident in New York City sees what a fucking slut you are, and once I’m done with you, I’ll open it up to the viewers, so they can take a turn with that tight pussy and your virgin little asshole. When they are done with you, and the jizz of a hundred New Yorkers is nestled deep inside you and covers your body, I’ll drag you back to my house and let my dog have his way with you. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, Max has been known to please a bitch or two in his time.
I’m coming for you slut, and when I’m done with you, no one will ever want to touch you again, and that includes Master Jackson. You’ll be so frail no one with recognize you, but it won’t matter, no one will ever find you again anyway. Sleep well tonight, bitch, I’m coming for you.
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