“Everything okay?” she asks when I return to the table. “You’re not having second thoughts are you?”
“The only second thoughts I had was leaving you here at the table alone for one second, and I wish I hadn’t. I just needed to take care of something real quick.”
“I hope ‘take care of something’ that doesn’t mean that you…released what belongs inside me in the bathroom.” She palms my cock underneath the table and the fucker stands up so straight the tip is making contact with the underside of the wooden top. The only thing separating my crown and the solid oak is a couple layers of cotton, which is also the only thing separating her warm palm and my shaft. “I can’t even get my hand around it,” she says, and nonchalantly slides a second hand under the table and it quickly joins the first. “Oh my, God. I can just barely get both hands around. How is that going to fit—“
“Would you like to order drinks?” the waiter asks, and her hands start stroking me all over again.
I want to deck the waiter for interrupting my hand job, but at the same time, I want to shake his hand for getting this show on the road. The quicker we eat the quicker we get back to my place.
“Just water,” I say, ordering for both of us. The waiter nods and dismisses himself.
“You’re not going to have a glass of whiskey or something alcoholic?”
“Neither of us are little one. I want our senses at one hundred percent, not dulled by any substances. I want to take you in at full strength, and give you all of my strength
too.”
“But I read on the Internet that if you have some alcohol it might delay things, make my first time last a bit longer.”
“Angel,” I say, running my hand through her hair. “If I had my way I’d already be inside you. I don’t want to delay starting a family with you one more second, but we do need to eat first. Both of us, and that especially means you, because I play on throwing you around like a rag doll all…night…long.”
She says nothing.
“Do you understand what Daddy’s saying?”
She nods. “I wanted to tell you that I woke up screaming the word Daddy last night, and I was dreaming that you were already there throwing me around like I weigh nothing, taking me and having your way with me. Is that how things are going to be later tonight, Daddy?”
Her voice has changed, slipping into an innocent, or even naive, tone. And my cock has practically turned into a volcano, gurgling and ready to erupt at any second.
“Yes, little Jewel. That’s exactly how things are going to be. Daddy wants to go slow, but he knows that’s not going to be possible.”
“Does my dream make me a bad girl?” she asks, taking her hands out from underneath the table and propping her elbows on the table while her palms cup her face as she awaits my response with wide eyes.
“No, sweetheart. It makes you a good girl, a very good girl. Pleasing Daddy should always be on your mind, just as pleasing you and keeping you safe is always on Daddy’s mind.”
“I’m ready to go home then, Daddy. That’s what I want, to please you.”
I feel my Adam’s apple slide up and down my throat.
“Please,” she adds, and I about lose it.
“We need to eat first, princess,” I say, pulling her chair even closer to mine, so close I’m able to tuck her into my side while my other hand reaches for a knife, which I stab into the top of the table.
“Sir, are you ready to order?” the waiter asks as he pours our water, probably thinking I’m a cheapskate now for coming to a fancy restaurant in a Lambo and then drinking water. “Beef tartare, rare, and a kid’s meal. If you have a coloring book while we wait that’s even better.”
“Will another party be joining you tonight, sir? Will you be needing a high chair or a baby seat?”
Just as I’m about to lecture him two things happen. One, I realize his question is fair, and two, I see Jewel about to start pouting. I take her hand and her mood changes instantly. “No, just us,” I say calmly, proud of myself for keeping it together in public. I have to remind myself that correcting all of society for the rest of my life is only going to be a wasted effort, and all that energy is much better focused on what matters. Her.
“Certainly, sir,” he replies, and dismisses himself, quickly returning with the coloring book which more than pleases Jewel. She practically rips open the crayon box and gets to work on coloring a giraffe pink and a lion blue.
“Little Jewel, I need to tell you something, just so we’re clear.”
But she’s so engulfed in what she’s doing my words don’t even come close to registering. “Sweetheart,” I say, placing my hand along her exposed shoulder, causing my cock to jerk, and then gently sliding the back of my hand along her collar bone before lightly gripping the back of her neck. “I need you to listen to me right now, princess. It’s important.”
“I’m busy, Daddy.”
I take the coloring book from her and the crayon from her hand and move them to the side. She purses her lips and scrunches up her face. “This is serious. Listen,” I begin. “I know I can be demanding, very demanding. And I know my responsibility as your Daddy is to make decisions, most if not all of them. I have a very dominant personality, which is why I have a business without employees. I couldn’t imagine anyone working for me or me having to tell anyone something twice. It would drive me up a wall, or cause me to bang my head against my wooden desk.” I pause. “I need to make sure you’re always on board with everything that’s going on. You’ve experienced a lot in your eighteen years, and you’re absolutely self-sufficient and an adult. There are no questions about that. But…you’re also eighteen. Daddy has a lot to show you, in all ways, not just sexually, but you have to understand that you have just as much control about how and where this goes as I do. I need to make sure you’re okay with me doing all these things in public, such as what happened in the storage room. It wasn’t exactly in public, and it wouldn’t be because I’d never let anyone see what I saw back there, but it was close enough.” I pause again. “As what we have continues to grow you have to know that at any time…any time…you can just say ‘birthstone’ and Daddy will stop doing whatever he’s doing. It will be our little secret word, okay?”