I was efficiently locked in steel and chrome with a man of similar stuff. Langden got in and gave me a cunning grin that sent heat right down to my core. I turned my eyes and stared out the front of the window, hoping I would be safe if I didn’t look at him. Instead, focusing on my breath and making sure I didn’t hold it.
I did that a lot, and I had been told it contributed to my panic attacks. Langden kept the topics of the conversation completely non-sexual, thank goodness. The woman who had sucked him off was not brought up, and I wondered if this would be a scene I would be forced to witness every Saturday night?
Chapter Six
Silence the mind, and your body will tell you all you need to know.
I pulled out all the stops for Saturday. Having Tina give me a blow job when Maddie was due to arrive was intentionally set as a test. If she had stormed off, I would have known she had feelings for me. I almost believed her act of indifference but had caught the trembling in her body as she sat down. I knew then it had taken all of her control to keep it together.
Seeing her at the door, looking like a hotsexetary, helped move the blow job to completion. Then her numbers, I was worried that discrepancies were already an issue. Whoever it was ripping me off would be caught thanks to her quick thinking and discretion. I would have to give her a glowing letter of recommendation when she graduated and went to work for someone else.
Buckling her inside my car had not been my intention, but once she swung her long sexy legs in, I felt a pull to make sure she was safe. I may not be herdaddy,but it was vital for her to feel safe when she was with me. The effect it had on her was a bonus. She had stiffened, taking a deep whiff of my cologne, butit wasn’t strong enough to hide her scent when she gushed in her panties. I wanted to fuck her tight pussy so bad and wondered if one or both of us would give in before our dinner was complete.
I pulled up to the valet at La Grenouille. This was not a last-minute choice, but had been in the works all week. The image of her ponytailed head bobbing up and down as she took my cock in her throat like a porn star drove me to create the plan.
Her door was opened, and she was helped from the vehicle by the valet who eyed her appreciatively. I almost growled in displeasure at his audacity. Instead, I tossed him the keys, took her by the hand, and led Maddie into my favorite restaurant in all of New York.
She gasped in pleasure the moment we stepped through the door of the fine French garden restaurant. Although I didn’t own a table, I had reserved a private room for the evening. And had already chosen the pairings for our five courses, unbeknown to Maddie.
“Ah, Monsieur Ross, so nice to see you again, sir.” I was grateful to the owner, François, for playing ignorant of my advanced arrangements.
“Thank you, François. An out-of-the-way spot would be perfect.” François led us to a closed section that usually held three tables. Currently, the area was rearranged with only one table in the center, set for two.
I waited until Maddox was seated before taking my own seat. And there she was, my vulnerable, innocent brat. She gazed around the restaurant wide-eyed, taking it all in. “This is very nice, thank you.”
I offered a lazy smile like it was nothing special. “How do you feel about trying some wine?” Her eyes narrowed, and she glared at me. “Is this a test so you can spank me after?” She had meant the comment to sound challenging, but it had come outsounding like a plea. She slapped one hand over her mouth while her wide eyes regarded me with panic.
“Relax, Maddox, Miss Sullivan, this section of the restaurant has special licensing, and François will not be in trouble because of you.” Total bullshit, but she bought it.
“Oh well, in that case, a glass of wine sounds lovely, Mr. Ross, thank you.” My cock sprung to attention in my pants. At this rate, I would be bending her over the planter of gladiolas and fucking her juicy cunt.
Although I had ordered in advance, keeping up the pretence of a spur-of-the-moment decision allowed me to impress Maddox by ordering in French. Oysters and champagne arrived within minutes. Maddox peered at the plate and then at me. “Um, I’m not sure how to eat these,” she whispered conspiratorially, then glanced around to ensure no one had heard her.
I wanted to laugh outright. Maddox was a delight to observe, so dual-natured, both seductress and innocent. “Here, watch me.” I picked up an oyster, squeezed a few drops of lemon on it, and then tipped the shell, allowing it to slide into my mouth. I took a few chews and then washed it down with a sip of champagne. “Mmm, delicious,” I assured her.
Maddox reached out a tentative hand and gently squeezed the lemon, then turned the oyster on the plate and lifted it so the wide end faced her mouth. She was a good student and copied my exact movements. She sat her flute back on the table and regarded me, then a burp escaped her so suddenly she blushed furiously. “I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry, I don’t drink pop, and I think the bubbles uh, caught me by surprise.”
I waved my hand like it was nothing. I should have warned Maddie that the bubbles would regurgitate. She reached for another, and as she opened her mouth and tipped the shell, she caught me watching her. Maybe it was the extra sipsof champagne, or she was growing more comfortable in my presence, but at that moment, her pupils dilated, and instead of tipping the oyster into her mouth, her tongue darted out, and she licked the soft meat.
“Mm, salty, just like you, sir.” Why, the little brat! If she kept that up, I would be paying François for all the broken and bent flowers surrounding us. I glowered at her, and one corner of her mouth lifted in a saucy little grin.
Oh ho, let the games begin. Taking a sip of champagne then licking her lips. “Such sweet nectar, isn’t it, daddy.”
“Maddox,” I growled in warning. “If you open that can of worms, thenDaddywill switch that pretty little behind of yours for teasing. This is your only warning. After that, I can’t be held responsible for what I do to you.”
Her eyes widened for the briefest moment before her pupils dilated again. I wish I could blame the alcohol, but she’d had precisely half a glass of champagne. Then she giggled and took another oyster, this time, she gripped it in her teeth, tossed it up in the air, and opened her mouth where it landed perfectly. She closed her lips and gave me a saucy look.
“Did that turn you on,daddy?” she had no fucking idea how hot that was, or maybe she did? Maddox had good instincts for a somewhat naive woman. Or perhaps she was just very observant and knew my triggers.
“Maddox, you will pay for that.” She took a sip of her champagne, not looking concerned in the least, and then licked her lips. She set her empty flute down on the table.
“Tell me, daddy, tell me what you're going to do to your naughty girl.” She stood and slid her skirt up, her wet thong now visible and then sat down. She sank her finger into her swollen folds. She began to slowly pump that finger in and out, emitting tiny moans that only I could hear as she did so. “Please, daddy, tell me.”
I watched her fuck herself while I told her all the wild things, I would do to her after our dinner. Just when she was about to come, I barked for her to stop. Her eyes which had narrowed to slits, flew open.
“That is my juicy box to play with. Now take out your finger, and straighten your skirt. Our next course will arrive any moment.” Maddox stood and straightened her skirt, and as she was sitting back down, course two arrived.
She squirmed all the way through the seared scallops alternating between moaning over the flavors in her mouth and rubbing her wet folds on the chair, trying to get relief. Now we were playing my game, and no way in hell she would come in this restaurant. She would be so horny when we got to my place and would beg me to let her orgasm.
