“That doesn’t mean that no one else has eyes for you,” she says, smirking up at me. “But, yes, I know, Daddy.” I lean down and kiss her before we arrive at our booth.
This restaurant is set up so that each curved booth has privacy, half-encased with a wall so that you can’t see out and no one can see in unless they walk right up to you. I let Holly slide in first, and she moves all the way around the booth, seeking refuge in the privacy that the corner affords her.
“Your server will be right with you,” the hostess says before giving me one last appraising look and walking away. I scoot in closely to Holly and help her take off her coat.
“Did you choose this place on purpose for its privacy?” she asks, smiling over at me, her grey eyes glowing under the warm, dim lighting.
“I thought it might make it a bit easier for you as I tease you over and over again, bringing you to the brink each time only to deny you right as you’re about to come.”
Her entire face goes red, extending down her neck and chest. Her breasts heave with each deep breath she takes as I retrieve my phone from my pocket and place it on the table. She watches each movement as I open the app and log in.
I watch her thighs clench together in anticipation, her fingers wringing together and turning white at the knuckles.
“Ready for the fun to begin, baby girl?” Her eyes meet mine, and her breathing picks up a bit as she nods. “I’ll start low and slow.”
I want to try and get her accustomed to what it’s going to feel like before the server comes over. So I turn it on the lowest setting, letting my finger slowly go up and down to make little hills where the vibration increases in small increments.
She gasps, and I feel my dick stiffen. This is going to be just as difficult for me as it is for her. Watching her pretty complexion flush with each denied orgasm is going to be fucking torture for my dick. Her hand finds my thigh and squeezes, her fingertips digging into my muscle. I groan and grab her hand, lifting it from my thigh and placing it on my rock-hard cock.
“Do you see what you do to me, Holly?” I ask her, my voice rough with arousal.
My eyes drop to the way her thighs are moving and rubbing together. I trail my finger higher on the app, increasing the level of vibration, and the sound she makes damn near makes me finish in my boxers like a fucking teenager. Jesus Christ, this girl is going to be the death of me.
“Better keep that pretty mouth of yours shut,” I whisper into her ear as I push her hair out of the way and lick the shell of it. She whimpers, her heavy breathing audible now as she tries to hold back. “You wouldn’t want the waiter or waitress to walk around that corner and see you falling apart for me, would you?”
“No,” she whines, trying to get a hold of herself. She moves and crosses her legs, then uncrosses them. I move my finger higher on the screen. Her hand falls back to my thigh as she grips and digs those little fingers hard into my flesh. That little bit of pain only spurs me on.
I kiss her neck and pull away from her, letting my finger come off the phone screen. The vibrations immediately stop, and a noise of disappointment escapes her lips. I chuckle as the waiter comes into view and asks us for our drink order. I ask for a bottle of champagne, and he leaves us with the menus to look over.
“How are you holding up, baby girl?”
“Um,” she laughs, fidgeting in her seat and trying hard to focus on the menu. The blush is isolated mainly to her cheeks now, making her grey eyes sparkle. God, she’s fucking gorgeous. “It feels strange to be this wet in public,” she whispers, her eyes flitting to me and back to the menu.
“Are you embarrassed?” I ask, smiling over at her and pushing the menu onto the table. “Look at me, Holly.”
She looks up at me, her cheeks burning a bright red.
“Yes,” she hisses. “It’s different doing this in public instead of the privacy of the bedroom.”
“Smart mouth. That’s two,” I tell her. “But you forget, I’ve made you come many times in the bar’s bathroom. That’s public.”
She narrows her eyes at the second count. She really doesn’t want the punishment I have planned for when we get home, and I don’t blame her. And even though I get a thrill from the control of denying her what she wants, there’s nothing that would please me more than to sink my full hard length inside of her sweet little pussy that I know is dripping for me.
“It’s not out in the open, though,” she counters, moving her attention back to the menu.