She’s nervous. I can feel it. I can feel her keep eyeballing me.
Part of me likes it. Hell part of me loves it. I want her to be on edge, thinking about it, wondering when I’m going to strike, when I’m going to send another shock of pleasure through her.
But part of me, a bigger part wants to reassure her. Because it is about her pleasure, her enjoyment. I want her to have the spike of adrenaline, the rush of doing something so naughty, of being aroused in front of other people and yet, more than anything, I want her to have a good time.
I picked a restaurant I know well. The food is good. The place is ideally decorated with low lighting and best of all I got the table I want, in the corner.
When we’re led to it I see her relax more. She’s starting to believe that I’m not out to embarrass her.
I order a bottle of wine and I pour her a glass. After we’ve given our food choices I watch her. She’s staring at me the way a rabbit does a viper that’s about to pounce.
“When did you give up your job?” I ask.
She takes a sip of wine. “A few weeks ago. Before we went away.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess a part of me didn’t want to admit it. But you were right, I needed the time back, and anyway I got top marks for my last essay.”
“The Milton one?”
She nods. “You remembered it.”
“Of course I did.” I say.
She smirks taking another sip of her wine. Is it wrong that I want her to get a little tipsy, maybe she’ll relax more if she does. I take a sip of wine too. This isn’t quite how I envisioned this night going. I’d thought she’d be more up for this than she is.
“Here.” I say passing the remote over.
“What is it?”
“The control.” I state.
“For the thing in my ass?” She half whispers.
“Yeah. Keep it.”
She frowns. “Why are you giving this to me? I thought you wanted to…” She pauses as the waiter lays out our starters. Steak tartare for me and smoked salmon for Eden.
“I do.” I say once he’s gone. “But you’re on edge. Uncomfortable. I’d rather you enjoyed this evening than I push something you don’t want.”
“And if I do want it?”
“Excuse me?”
“If I’m just nervous but I still want to play this game?” She says.
Fuck. She grins as if she can read my mind and her hand flits to the remote. I see her push the button, see her body move just a little and her mouth makes a perfect ‘o’ before she turns it off.
“Use it Dominic.” She half gasps sliding it back to me.
“You’re sure?” I say.
She grins more. “My body is your plaything this evening. Do whatever you want.”
I grin too picking up the remote. Damn this girl is so fucking incredible. I push the button and she lets out a small moan as it hits her.
And then it stops. The pleasure goes and she stares back at me with those big brown eyes and her pupils so dilated.
My naughty little stepdaughter. Ready to let me use her in front of everyone of this city’s prying eyes.
We eat our starter. I ask her more about her course and the dissertation she’s working on. She takes her time to explain it, the research, the arguments. I want to push the button again but in this moment I’m so enraptured by her conversation I forget all about it.
Our main arrives and she tucks in greedily. I wonder if she’s forgotten all about it.
“We have the Gala coming up.” I say and she nods.
“Yeah I know.”
“I want you there, if you’re comfortable that is.”
“I always attend. I think it would be noticeable if I wasn’t showing my face don’t you?” She replies.
I shrug. “You’re old enough now to have an excuse if you want to bail.”
“Do you want me to?” She asks.
“No. I want to see you dressed up. But I’ll admit it won’t be easy playing happy families.”
“Tell me about it.” She mutters and then she grins. “What about your toy?”
I raise an eyebrow.
“We could do a repeat of this evening. Maybe that might make your night easier?”
I laugh. “While I like the sound of that I wouldn’t want to risk anything. We’ll both have to be on our best behaviour I’m afraid.”
She pulls a face. “I guess you’ll have to make it up to me then.”
“Will I now?” I reply.
“Yes Dominic.” She says glancing at the remote and I can see where her head is. “So what do you say you start now?”
“Now?” I murmur hitting the button and she writhes.
“Yes.” She gasps. Her hand grabs the table. Her glass shakes but she’s not moaning and I haven’t let off yet.
The waiter comes and clears our plates. She does her best to not show the fact she’s falling apart right now and he doesn’t seem to notice as the sweat literally builds on her brow.
“How’s that for making it up to you?” I ask once he’s gone and I turn it off.
She groans. Panting. “I think I just soaked my panties.”
I laugh. “I hope so Eden because I’ll be checking soon enough.”
“Why not now? Let’s skip dessert. I don’t want anything else anyway.”
“You want to go home?” I ask.
She nods. “I want you to take me home and finish whatever the hell you have planned for me.”
I grin. Yeah she does. My naughty Lolita has had a hit and now she wants what only Daddy can give her.
I ask for the cheque. Leave them a more than generous tip and we walk out quickly. My hand is on the small of her back, guiding her. I probably should be more careful right now but I don’t care. I’m lucky my erection isn’t pinging out for half the neighbourhood to see and the whole way back in the taxi I’ve got her hand held on my groin feeling it though the driver can’t tell from how I’ve draped my jacket.
We get in the house and she’s kicking her shoes off, turning and kissing me like a woman possessed.
“I think you enjoyed that bit of exhibitionism.” I say.
“Maybe I did Dominic. But I’m pretty certain whatever you’re about to do I’ll enjoy more.”