Marquise

“The poker game hasn’t been the same without you,” Dominik says, making me smile.

“Again, I am sorry about that, but I’ve been busy. Speaking of, this is my girlfriend Chrissy.” Still smiling, I extend my hand for him to shake and he does. Marquise’s hand squeezes mine really hard and I squeeze his right back, because it seems as if that’s what he needs right now. It does, however, give me a glimpse into how it will be between us. He seems to not like other men touching me. Even for just a handshake. Whatever it takes to show him there is no one else on the planet for me, I will do.

“It is really nice to meet you. That was a great hat-trick against the Lightning,” I say. Did I mention that I love hockey? A game was always on whenever I was at a shelter. “Thank you,” he says, grinning. “Well, I’ll let you go to get to your table. Have a nice evening. It was nice meeting you, Chrissy.”

“You too,” I say. While we are waiting for the hostess to seat us, I take the opportunity to lean up and kiss his cheek. “I love you,” I whisper in his ear, knowing he won’t say it back. He turns to me with his eyes showing me hope. Hope, that I will wait for him. That I understand the prison he is in. I rub his cheek answering his unspoken question.

“Right this way, Mr. Roades,” the tall hostess says after giving me the side eye. She leads us to a booth in the corner. I slide in and Marquise sits right beside me. Normally I’d hate that, but I will not go against him.

As we are sitting there, I swear all eyes are on us but that’s probably all in my head. He hasn’t taken his hands off of me all through ordering and dinner. He’s revving me up and I don’t think he knows it. Who am I kidding? He knows exactly what he’s doing.

After dinner we go to the Cadillac Palace Theatre. As we are being shown to our seats, the sign says Les Misérables is playing. The seats we are sitting in are in a private box that overlooks the entire room. As soon as the theatre goes dark, Marquise roughly pushes my thighs apart and slides his hands up, ripping my panties off. He leans closer and kisses my neck.

“Don’t make a peep, baby. I won’t be happy if anyone hears the sexy sounds you make that are only for me.”

“I won’t, Daddy,” I whisper as he rubs my clit slowly, before easing two fingers into me.

“Good girl,” he says, before moving his fingers faster and faster. I am already on edge, but I want him now.

“I need you,” I whisper.

Reaching out and rubbing his cock through his pants, and finding he is hard as a rock. Wow am I so wet for him. He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and sucks them into his mouth groaning softly. Quickly and without any shame, I scramble over his lap. Frantically opening his belt and then his slacks. Reaching inside, I pull his thick monster cock out and jerk it with my hand before easing my pussy down on him, moaning as it fills me.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Your cunt is solid fucking gold, Baby Girl.” A statement like that should make me mad, but it doesn’t. It actually makes me feel amazing. I am so not taking the time to analyze that shit though.

“Thanks, Daddy,” I whisper. Throwing my head back, I ride him. Up and down he bounces me, moving up as I come down on his steel rod. Up and down we make magic together. I’m trying to be quiet, but it’s hard. So hard. I lean forward so that my mouth is right by his ear. “I’m going to come, Daddy. Is that what you want? You want your Baby Girl to come all over your cock?” I don’t know what has come over me, but the need to talk dirty to him is overwhelming. His hands grip my hips hard.

“That’s what I want. Come on my cock. Mark me with your juices,” he grunts as I come for him.

I feel him as he fills me and suddenly all I can think about is having a baby that looks like the two of us. We both pant for a second trying not to make it obvious what we have been doing, but honestly, I could care less if people know. I love everything about what he makes me feel. Now it’s time to climb off of him. Somehow, we have managed to have sex all the way to intermission. Sitting back in my chair, I start yawning, I wait for the show to start up again.