Page 44 of Stalker

But as the waitstaff removed the dinner plates and placed the dessert menu back on the table, I knew my time was running out.

She reached for the menu but I held my hand up for the server to stop, “We’ll take one of everything.”

Her eyebrows rose in silent surprise as the server bowed and walked away.

“You can’t do that.” She said eventually, leaning back in her chair and picking up her wineglass. The wine was an aphrodisiac itself, thanks to the spices and chocolate in it, but watching her drink it got my cock harder than any high I’d ever chased before.

“Do what exactly?” I challenged, drinking my drink.

“Spoil the fat girl with sugar.” She deadpanned, “It’s too easy of a tell.”

“What did you just say?” I tilted my head to the side, studying her, but the effects of the wine made her oblivious to my subtle movement.

“You know what they say,” She flicked her hand around the room. “Fat girls always get dessert. And you just ordered us five of them.”

“Shut up.” I demanded and her eyes snapped to mine, keying in on the tone in my voice as I leaned forward on the table. At the same time, I adjusted the controller to her toy in my pocket, where she couldn’t see. “Don’t ever refer to yourself as fat ever again.”

I upped the intensity of the toy by five clicks and she squirmed in her seat, setting her wine down like she was afraid she’d drop it. “I am though—”

“Shut up, Peyton.” I swallowed my fury and leveled my voice. “If you ever refer to yourself as fat in my presence again, I’ll fire you.”

“I’m just stating the facts.” She narrowed her eyes at me, “And it’s my body, I can refer to it however I want to.”

“Any man that has told you that you’re anything but sinfully sexy is a dumbass of epic proportions.” I was crossing lines I hadn’t intended to cross yet. But I couldn’t control the flow of words in response to her statements. “Your body is perfection, and any man, especially a real man like me, would do just about anything to have a woman like you in my bed. So don’t you dare discredit yourself or your figure based on weak unimportant men and women in the world who have no class or experience with perfection.” I leaned forward, once again upping the clit stimulator secretly. “Because you are fucking perfection, Peyton. And if I want to feed you five different desserts so I can watch the way you sensually eat them, I will.”

She opened her mouth to say something; something that would probably break every rule established between a boss and employee, but our server returning with our desserts impeded her.

Changing the tempo on the toy, her eyelids fluttered as the server arranged the food in the center of the table and her hands gripped the edge as she fought not to come.

I was going to make Peyton come in a crowded room, as Lincoln Bryce, without even touching her.

Ignoring everyone else in the room, I could taste her pussy on my tongue as I stared at her.

“Mr. Bryce,” She whispered and then cocked her head to the side as her eyes closed completely. She was so close, but she had no idea I was aware of her plight.

“Lincoln.” I corrected her as I cracked the hard top of a Crème Brulé in front of me and scooped a generous bite onto a spoon. “Tonight, and from now on, I want you to call me Lincoln.”

“I—” She opened her eyes and then shrieked briefly as I pressed the spoon against her parted lips. When I pushed it forward, her lips parted even more upon the creamy dessert, touching her tongue.

I was a bastard for toying with her like I was. I’d never spoon fed any other person in the world, especially someone I was trying to convince that I was an ass. But I couldn’t stop myself with her.

She worked it around in her mouth and then tipped her head back slightly, still gripping the table with white knuckles,and then she came.

Like my perfect, angelic, dirty little sex puppet.

She didn’t make a sound, which I’d give her credit for someday. But I knew she was orgasming as she dipped her chin and nodded her head like she was savoring the delicious dessert. When she finally swallowed and opened her eyes to stare at me, her pupils were pinpoints and a red blush covered her lush tits over the lace of her bodysuit.

“Orgasmic?” I teased.

“The best I’ve ever had.” Now she was teasing me.

I took the same spoon she’d eaten off and took a bite as she stared with rapture. “Mmh, I might fight you for this one.” I took another bite, leaning back in my chair as I nodded towards the other desserts between us. “You can have the éclair.”

Though to be honest, if she sucked the cream from an éclair I was going to fuck her over the side of the table. I’d push her lush tits into the souffle and eat the poached chocolate covered pear straight off her ass while everyone watched.

I lowered the intensity of the vibrator but changed up the tempo as she tried each dessert, moaning and smiling like a cheshire cat with each delectable bite until I couldn’t help but reach down and palm my cock through my slacks as I watched her.

I was going to make her come the entire way home; I wanted her pussy soaked and ready for my cock when we got there.

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