She arrived breathless and a little disheveled. It was raining and she was late. He was already there, with a dark expression and a glass of wine.
“I’m sorry,” she said frantically. “The rain made traffic a mess and a couldn’t find parking and I - “ She cut off her hasty apologies at the sight of his slightly raised eyebrow. “I know,” she said. “It was my fault for not planning ahead better.” He nodded. She took a deep breath. “Will you please accept my apology for being late? I really didn’t intend to start our evening off on a sour note.”
He studied her, considering. Those brief moments felt like hours. Eternity. Finally, he nodded again, prompting her premature sigh of relief. “For now,” he said. “We will table the subject of your tardiness until after dinner.”
“Thank you,” she said simply, bowing her head in acceptance. The thin strap of her dress slipped off her shoulder and she reached for it, to fix it, but he stopped her with the words, “Leave it.”
“I know,” he repeated. “And I’m telling you to leave it be.”
“My dress will slip.” She blushed.
“I know,” he insisted. Her nipples tightened visibly under the thin silk of the dress and the intensity of his gaze. “Since it’s obvious that you complied with at least one of my instructions for tonight,” he continued, “I’m curious to see if you complied with the others.”
She looked puzzled. He smiled, wolfishly.
“Are you wearing panties, pet?” There was only a hint of exasperation in his voice.
“Oh,” she murmured, the blush deepening over her cheeks. “No. I’m not.”
“I didn’t ask you to tell me, pet.”
“I said,” he repeated, “That I was curious to *see* if you complied with my instructions.”
“Oh,” she whispered again, glancing around furtively at the other diners. He sat with his back to the wall, watching her avidly. She bit her lip in hesitation.
“Push your chair back from the table.”
She glanced around again as she did, the faint scraping of the chair legs against the wooden floor thunderously loud.
“Eyes on me,” he demanded, and her startled blue eyes stopped their frantic flight around the room, locking with the darkness of his, pleading for the mercy she knew he wouldn’t show.
She wiggled a little in her seat, inching the hem of her little black dress up higher and higher on her thighs. Her nervous hands quivered against her skin.
“A little higher. Spread your legs. Yes. Just like that. Sit still a moment, pet.”
She trembled under the weight of his gaze, her focus narrowing until he was her entire universe - the busy restaurant, the other diners completely forgotten. Nothing mattered but his eyes on the damp folds of her pussy, displayed bare for him.
“Lovely,” he said finally, and she released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. He pushed the wineglass over to her as the waitress approached their table.
“Finish it,” he directed, his eyes following the thin silk strap as it slid over the pale skin of her shoulder. “We’ll have to take our dinners to go, pet. I’m hungry for other things tonight.”
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