I shove some more Wagyu in my face and try not to think about the restaurant being empty. I’m sure it is very usual for a famous restaurant at the top of London’s tallest building to be empty on a Saturday night. It is totally fine. And all the staff are being super attentive because it is their job to be.
I continue to ignore Tristan and concentrate on the delicious food instead. He appears content to let me eat. It is probably daft because I’m sure we should be talking and being all grown-up and mature and shit. Especially as we really didn’t talk at all last night. But this suits me just fine.
He can climb into bed with me, play with my cock and make me cum and then take me to fancy restaurants all he wants. Talking is overrated anyway. Feelings? Yucky things.
The courses continue to flow, and the easy silence continues. Is this what happiness feels like? I think I like it. I could definitely get used to it.
“Are you finished?” he asks.
I look up from scraping the very last of the delicious chocolate gooey stuff off of my plate. His eyes are bright and intense. I should lick the plate. Or burp. Or do both. But I put my spoon down, pick up the heavy white napkin and politely wipe my mouth. Peer pressure is a bitch.
I place the napkin down and nod reluctantly. Is he going to talk to me after all? Am I going to have to have an adult conversation? My palms start to sweat. I don’t know how to do this. I have zero experience. None. Zilch.
“Look out of the window,” he says.
I obediently turn my head. Admiring the view is something I’m capable of. It is a relief to be given a reprieve. If only a temporary one.
Suddenly, all of London goes dark as every single light winks out of existence. I gasp. What the fuck? Are we under attack? What is happening?
As I stare in alarm, lights start to flicker back on. Just one or two, but it is something. A long curving line of working lights appears, at least a few miles long. Then next to it, a circle forms. I blink as a word spells out across London.
Sorry.
It says sorry.
In giant letters, miles across.
Oh my god. Thousands of Londoners are stumbling around in the dark, so this asshole next to me can make his grand gesture. Street lights and traffic lights are off. There are probably all kinds of accidents happening right now.
“Turn them back on!” I hiss.
“Do you forgive me?” he asks.
“Yes! I bloody forgive you, alright? Now turn London back on!”
He chuckles, waves his hand and the city lights up like a Christmas tree. It is nearly blinding after the dark. I sigh in relief and sag back against my chair. This fucking dickhead is unbelievable.
“Will you be my pet and my vessel?” he asks.
I scowl at him, even though my heart is flip-flopping that he wants me back.
“What does it entail?” Look at me, asking a sensible question. There may be hope for me yet.
Tristan leans back in his chair with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “It entails me taking care of you. Pampering you.Soft beds. Good food. Excellent baths. No responsibilities. No stress. Only sharing your sweet body with me and permitting me to give you as many orgasms as you can take.”
My cheeks are on fire. I know they are. Actual flames and everything. I’m so glad all the staff have run away to the other end of the restaurant.
“What about the vessel stuff?” I ask and I can’t believe I didn’t stammer.
Tristan shrugs elegantly. “It only means that when you surrender to me and give me your delicious cries and pleasure, you will also be giving me your magic.”
Oh lord does he argue a good case, because now he has put it like that, it seems stupid to say no. Ridiculous even. I don’t think anybody in the whole entire universe would decline such an offer. A spoilt and pampered plaything of a prince? Giving up magic I never knew I had? What’s not to like? I mean, possibly he has dazzled me with his grand gesture and I’m not thinking straight, but right now I cannot think of a single logical reason to say no.
He said sorry. I don’t think he will do it again. He wants to look after me and give me orgasms.
“Fine!” I mutter.
Tristan grins again, eyes sparkling in delight. “We have a deal?”
