“How do you feel, baby girl?” he asks me as he helps me up. My legs are a bit weak from the orgasm, and I still feel incredibly stretched from the toy. I can’t even imagine how tonight is going to go once he starts turning it on.
“Full,” I say with a breathy laugh. His is deep, and I feel it rumble through his chest as he picks up the dress and slips it over my body. It’s silk and so soft as it hugs around my curves. “Also a little worried that I’m going to freeze my ass off in this thing.”
“I got you a coat as well,” he tells me, a smirk forming across his lips. “Sit down.” I do, and he puts my shoes on me before changing into a new outfit himself. Dressed in all black, his grey hair and beard make him look every bit of the silver fox he is.
And when he looks at me and winks…my belly does about a million somersaults. I’m still shocked he wakes up every day and chooses me. As if he can sense my thoughts, he walks over to me and kisses my forehead.
“You look fucking gorgeous.” I smile up at him. “Now, let’s go have some fun.”
Holly’s fingers curl around my hand that keeps trying to inch up her bare thigh in the back of the taxi. I give her an innocent look when she narrows her eyes playfully at me.
“I think I’ll keep a mental count of how many times you act like a brat,” I whisper as I lean in to kiss her cheek.
“And why’s that?” she asks, tilting her head to the side, hoping I’ll drop my mouth to her neck. I tease her by going to her jaw first.
“For your punishment later,” I tell her, finally moving my mouth to her throat. She gasps when I take that soft flesh there into my mouth and bite. “I know how much you love it when I edge you over and over and over again.”
She groans, and I laugh as I give the sore spot on her neck a soft kiss.
“You don’t think me being edged by this toy the entire night…” She trails off as she leans over me, grabbing my jaw and gingerly kissing my lips. “You don’t think that’s enough of a punishment?”
“For your bratty mouth?” I ask her, grabbing her pouting lower lip with my teeth. “Never.” She rolls her eyes and moves back to her seat as the taxi comes to a stop in front of the restaurant. “That’s one.”
She looks over at me, pausing as she begins to climb out of the car, and I can tell it’s going to be a long night for her, holding her tongue so that I don’t drive her mad later on with denied orgasms. It’s going to be endlessly entertaining for me throughout dinner.
“Go on,” I tell her, playfully swatting her ass as she climbs the rest of the way into the cold air. I throw my arm around her and pull her close, helping to keep her warm as we walk into the restaurant. The warm air greets us as we open the doors. The waiting area is crowded with people all dressed to the nines, and I’m thankful I had the forethought to get a reservation.
I love this restaurant, and I thought it would be something different and fun for Holly. They only serve fondue, and we cook all of our own food with it. And all of the seating is private, with low light and warm furnishings. It will feel a little more private for her first go with public play.
“Nicholas Saint,” I say to the hostess. “I have a reservation for two.”
She smiles up at me with flirty eyes, and Holly catches it, swooping in to grab my arm and make it clear I am not a free man. She does little things like this that make my chest fill with warmth. She likes to pretend she isn’t possessive, but she’s constantly proving herself otherwise.
On New Year’s Eve, there were a few instances where girls who’d had too much to drink would let a hand wander down my arm to get my attention or bat their eyelashes in my direction. Holly hadn’t liked that and had made sure each one of them saw me giving her all of my attention throughout the night. And I was more than happy to do so.
I like it when she makes it clear I’m hers and only hers.
I want her to want me all to herself. We promised each other that we would take it slow, but I don’t want that deep down. I want to make her mine in every way possible. But I’m keeping those feelings buried deep inside so I don’t scare her away.
The hostess glances down at Holly dismissively before telling us to follow her through the restaurant. I lean over and kiss Holly on her soft hair that smells of cinnamon and vanilla. She leans into it, and I can feel the butterflies in my stomach begin to fly around.
“You’re the only one I have eyes for, you know,” I murmur.