When we’re alone, I try to take a calming breath, but it’s no use.
“How did you know I wasn’t drinking it?”
I drape my arm over the back of her chair and lean slightly closer. The restaurant is busy, but we’re alone in this section. I inhale her scent and try to get myself under control.
“Because I watched your every movement and you didn’t swallow.” My breath sends goosebumps down her neck, and I long to lick them. “But shouldn’t you be asking me more important things?”
“Like what?” I don’t miss the way her tongue slides along her bottom lip.
“Like why I’m here. Or how I was able to get you alone.”
“The phone call?”
“Was my doing.” I touch the bare skin on the back of her neck and let my finger drag across it back and forth. “I didn’t give you permission to go on a date.” I bite the last word out and then clench my jaw. My fingers move around the back of her neck, and I hold her in place as my other hand goes up her dress. “I told you that you belong to me, princess. Did you think that ownership didn’t extend beyond the walls of my office?”
Her legs spread, and when I feel how wet she is, I know it’s only for me. I circle her clit with my fingertip, and her breath catches.
“N-no, sir.”
“No, what?” I say in her ear, demanding that she says it out loud.
“I know you own me.” The words come out of her in a rush before she gasps. “Everywhere.”
“You’re going to sit here and eat every bite of your dinner.” I press against her clit and watch as her eyelids begin to lower. “Then we’re going to leave, and I’ll eat mine.”
The server is headed our way, so I remove my hand from under Tinsley’s dress but leave the one on the back of her neck. I lick my finger as the server places Tinsley’s food in front of her.
“Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” she asks, but I shake my head.
“Thank you, but I’ve already had an appetizer.”
Once we’re alone, Tinsley looks up at me. “Are you going to eat...” There’s a long pause as she glances down at her lap. “...me?”
“I am, princess.” I pick up her fork and pierce one of the ravioli on the plate. “So don’t keep me waiting.”
I hold out the ravioli for her, and she quickly opens her mouth to take it. She keeps her eyes on me as she chews and then swallows before opening her mouth again expectantly.
She lets me feed her, and fuck, does it make me want her even more. I long to take care of her, worship her, and do filthy things to her body.
Once her plate is clear, I take out my wallet and leave an obscene amount of cash so that we don’t have to wait for the bill. I don’t miss how Tinsley’s eyes widen when she sees the cash in my wallet. I peel off several more hundreds, and she watches me put them in her bag.
“What’s that for?”
“You liked looking at it.” I stand from the table and take her hand. “And I like giving it to you.”
“But—”
“You’re already on thin ice, princess,” I say, cutting off her protests. “Stand up and walk out of here before I make a scene.”
“Yes, sir.” She looks down at her feet as she follows me, but I see the smile she is trying to hide.
Once we’re outside the restaurant, she’s practically running to keep up with me as I go to my SUV and open the passenger door. After I deposit her in the seat, I stomp around to the other side and get in. I notice she’s putting on her seatbelt as I slam the door, but I shake my head and push it away.
“We’re not going anywhere yet. Not until I’ve calmed down.” My hand goes to the back of her neck as I put my other hand on her hip. I hold her firmly as I haul her across the console and onto my lap. Her thighs spread, and she straddles me, but I’m still not under control. “You’ve tested my patience tonight.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” She looks contrite as her hands move to my chest. “My father set that date up. I didn’t want to go.”
My jaw clenches as she licks her lips. “Your father?” When she nods, I lean in close, our lips inches apart. “But not your Daddy?” I brush my mouth against hers, and I can practically hear her heart beating. “Because you know who your Daddy is now, don’t you, princess?”