Page 41 of Don't Speak
“My favorite color is emerald green, my middle name is Marie, I am obsessed with snakes and mermaids, and I could quite literally eat an entire jar of Nutella by itself and be perfectly content.”
His eyes widen. “An entire jar?”
“Indeed. I have no shame. I am a Nutella fiend.”
“Noted,” he says with a nod.
Just then, our waitress delivers our food, and we fall into a comfortable silence for the first several bites until he breaks it.
“Where do you see yourself in five years?”
The question takes me aback for a second. No one has ever asked me that before, and I’ve never really thought about it. I’vebeen living in a state of fight or flight my entire life. I’m just thankful to make it to the next day.
“I don’t know… I’ve never really thought about it. I’ve just been trying to get to the next day, you know? What about you?”
“I’d like to be married, I know that. I’ve never really had a desire to have kids, so I want to travel, maybe go to Greece and New Zealand.”
“That sounds wonderful. I hope that you are able to fulfill that dream one day,” I say, suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of sadness.
Noticing my change in demeanor, he asks, “What happened? Where did you go?”
“Hearing you talk about your dreams and aspirations is heartwarming. Seeing your face light up when you talk about it makes me happy for you, it does. It’s just been something I’ve never been allowed to think about. I’ve never had enough money to travel. I’ve never met anyone I’ve felt like I could see myself marrying. No one wants a woman who has been damaged by another man.”
His gaze darkens, and his face grows serious when he says, “I will not allow you to talk about yourself that way, little lioness. I will take you over this table, and have you screaming your worth to the entire restaurant if that is what it takes. You’re beautiful, and you’re worthy and deserving of love, and I won’t hear you say otherwise. Understood?” His tone is direct, but not domineering. He truly believes the things he’s telling me, and he wants me to believe those things too. My panties grow wet with his compliments, and that familiar vice around my heart squeezes again. As much as I’m scared to admit it, I think I’m falling in love with this man.
“I understand,” I breathe out, my skin growing hot.
The rest of dinner goes wonderfully. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much. Dean is surprisingly funny, and I’ve reallyenjoyed this time getting to know him. After our main course, I ordered a dessert. Dean isn’t much of a sweets eater, so I ended up devouring the chocolate fudge brownie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream solo. It was delectable.
Once we’ve paid our bill, we head out, making our way to the next destination. Starlight Cinema is just a short 8-minute drive from the steakhouse. Tonight, they are showing a special screening of Pretty Woman, which hysterically happens to be Dean’s favorite movie. I’ve seen it a few times and have enjoyed it. It will be nice getting to experience it on the big screen.
Once we’ve parked, we make our way inside. We both grab a soda before heading back to our theatre.
“Last theatre on the left,” the ticket attendant says before ripping the tickets in half and handing us our sides. Walking with my arm looped in his, we head back to our destination, finding our seats in the very back of the theatre quickly.
As we settle into our seats, Dean lifts the middle armchair, allowing the space between us to be barrierless. The seats in this theater also recline, so we do just that. We just ease into comfort when the previews start. For the next hour, we sit in comfortable silence, laughing along with the movie. There are hardly any people in here with us. A couple sits in the very front, leaning back, with his arm around hers. There’s a woman and her mother positioned near the middle and to the right, and a single man is seated at the opposite end, to the left. Everyone is spread a good distance apart. A thought crosses my mind, and I smirk devilishly.
I’m curled into him with both of us leaning back in the seat. Slowly, I glide my hand up Dean’s leg, reaching the bulge in his slacks. I rub over him lightly, teasing him ever so slightly. His muscles tense, and I feel his chest rise and fall quicker than it was before. I add a little more pressure, pressing down a bit more firmly. He relaxes, arousal taking over his body. I feel so…scandalous. I’ve never done anything like this before, especially not with other people around. At that thought, I get my anxiety kicks in, and I pull back, returning to my own seat.
I see Dean stare at me from the corner of my eye, and I flush under his gaze. Sensing my hesitancy, he leans in, grazing his own hand up my inner thigh and brushing against my center. I suck in a breath. He leans in and whispers, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, little lioness. Because if you don’t finish it, I will.”
His fingers begin to circle my clit, and I let out a moan. It comes out a bit louder than I intended, and I quickly cover my mouth with my hand, eyes widening. I look around, but no one seems to have noticed with how loud it is in here from the movie.
Dean leans in again, dipping his finger lower and gathering my arousal before circling my clit again. He whispers, “You’re going to need to be quiet. Don’t make a sound.” Just then, his finger plunges into me, and my mouth opens, but before any sound comes out, Dean plants his lips on mine, capturing the sound with his mouth. He kisses me roughly as he moves in and out of me. I feel myself grow wetter with his need for me.
Without a word, he slips a second one in and massages the bundle of nerves inside. I clench around him, finding his rock-hard cock with my hand. I breathe out heavily when I make contact, and I make my way to the button of his pants. He pulls his fingers out of me before bringing them to his mouth and sucking, pulling off the tips with a pop. “Mmm. You taste so good, little lioness. Simply delectible.”
Leaning in once more, with his lips mere millimeters from mine, he whispers, “This pussy is mine to taste, mine to fuck, mine to make shatter in ecstasy. Do you understand?”
I nod slowly, lust drunk.
“Words, little lioness.”
“Yes, Dean,” I say on an exhale. “Yours.”
I am a ball of pure need right now. I get his button undone before he takes over, pulling his zipper down and pulling himself out. He gives himself a few strokes before I notice the pre-cum glistening on the tip. My mouth waters at the sight, and I lick my lips. Before I know what I’m doing, I lean down and take him into my mouth. I stun him from the start by taking his entire length, bottoming him out in the back of my throat. This time, it’s him letting out a low moan, but like before, no one heard it. I glide my mouth up and down, and he snakes his hand behind my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair. Then, he picks up speed, pistoning his hips upward, shoving his cock further down my throat. It’s relentless, and I have to remember to breathe through my nose.
He shoves all the way in one final time before pulling out. Quietly, he whispers, “Stand up. Come over here and straddle me, facing the movie. But remember, don’t make a sound.”
