Smut

He sat at the table in the mildly crowded restaurant and waited. It wasn’t as high class as he had taken to her in the past, but it also wasn’t the dive bars she preferred. Though, he thought with a grin, those did seem to have the better burgers.

Taking a sip of his ice water, he allowed his mind to wonder. The slick condensation on the glass reminded him of the last time they had been together, and he rubbed his thumb Against the coolness. Her wetness certainly hadn’t been cold, and as the memories played in his mind, he casually adjusted himself under the table.

Checking the time on his watch, he chuckled to himself. The watch had been a gift from her, the style a modern steampunk that allowed him to see the gears turn as the seconds ticked by. What he knew and she never admitted, was that it was also a passive aggressive encouragement for him to be on time. She hated missing deadlines and he had taken advantage of that pet peeve on occasion. She left more marks whenshe was angry.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he didn’t answer it. She had been instructed to text him when she arrived at the restaurant and to then leave her phone in the car. They both knew she wouldn’t disobey.

Less than three minutes later, the tap of high heels on a hardwood floor accompanied by the squeak of the hostess’ tennis shoes reached his ears. The low murmur of conversation that had been in the air ceased as well and he knew without looking that she was wearing the dress he had had delivered to her. The dress that she never would have bought for herself, though he had seen her gaze at wildly in the store. And why wouldn’t she? The slinky fabric had been arranged to enhance the curves she would glare at and pinch with announcement in the mirror, while the rich burgundy color was sure to bring out her caramel skin that was either too dark or too light in her mind, depending on the mood. Of course, he saw nothing wrong with neither her curves nor the shadeof her skin, both being things he enjoyed admiring as he watched her pussy slide down the length of his cock, which was currently reminding him that it was far too long since he had been inside her.

When she reached the table, he didn’t look up, and though her chair was pulled out for her, she didn’t sit. Softly, she thanked the hostess who was poorly confused, and it wasn’t until the squeaks were far away from the table that he looked up. When he did, his cock throbbed painfully in his slacks at the sight before him.

She looked stunning. Biased opinion aside, as she was his and therefore always beautiful in his eyes, tonight she took his breath away. As he had suspected, the dress fit her like a glove, and the four inch black heels on her feet showed off her bare legs. She had a penchant for thigh highs, and while he wouldn’t have minded them, he was glad she wasn’t wearing any.

Letting his gaze roam up her body, he noted that her thick hair was pulled back into two French braids, the ends tied with a silky ribbon. He smiled when he realized the ribbons were tied into bows. She had applied a small amount of liner to eyes that were usually hidden behind glasses, her lashes causing shadows to dance across her cheeks as she stared down at her feet. Full lips that looked incredible stretched around his cock were coated in a burgundy color that matched her dress. Knowing she disliked make-up and had put it on without his explicit request pleased him immensely.

“Darling.”

Immediately, she looked up from her shoes and met his gaze. A flush crept over her cheeks and the swell of her breast as she watched him covered stroke himself through his slacks, hidden from the rest of the patrons by the walled alcohol he had requested the table behind.

“Sit.”

Her eyes closed briefly at the command, and he watched with satisfaction as a shiver came over her as she did as told.

Before he could speak, the waiter was at their table, all but fawning over her as he asked for her drink order. She blinked at the sudden attention and looked across the table at him.

“Oh, I haven’t had a chance to look at the selection,” she said quietly, her hands frantically grazing at the menus that lay on the table.

“That’s fine, I’ll wait,” the waiter said cheerfully, no doubt enjoying the view.

She shifted uncomfortable in her seat before replying. “Oh, umm, I don’t think that’s necessary, really, just um-“

“She’ll have an ice water, and a glass of your best Moscato,” he cut in, his voice firm. “I have our order ready as well.”

Her hands still as he covered them with his, gently caressing her skin as he gave the order to the waiter.

When they were alone again, well as alone as they could be, he called her by the nickname that always made her smile.

“While a bit enthusiastic, I understand his hurry,” he chuckled. “It took me ten minutes to get a

glass of water, and you barely had a chance to breathe before you were questioned. I imagine he just wanted to be by the most beautiful woman in the room.”

“Not sure why he was over here, then,” she murmured derivatively.

His hands still and gripped hers tightly as her eyes widened as she realized her mistake.

She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it just as quickly at the look on his face.

“We’ve talked about this, have we not?” he asked quietly.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “We have.”

“And what did we discuss?”

“That everytime I decide myself, I decide you as well.”

“Do you feel my opinion is not to be valued?”

She shook her head, her braids and breasts moving along with her. “No Daddy, I don’t feel that way at all.”

“Good. Three swats for your attitude.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Several seconds passed before he raised a browser. “I’m waiting, Princess.”

Her expression became adorably confused before it dawned on her. “Waiting…here?!”

“Yes, here. You felt it OK to insult yourself here, so you can punish yourself here as well.” He raised his water to his lips, and only years of poker games kept him from revealing his amusement. She looked like a deer in the headlights; or more apt, a Princess caught in a predicament of her own making.

“But Daddy,” she pleaded. “People could see.”

“Little one. Three swats. Do it.”

Her hesitation caused him to repeat himself, this time his voice holding a threatening tone.

“Now, Princess.”

Recognizing that he means business, she took a deep breath, and slide her hands to the hem of her dress. He leaned back in his chair and watched as she slowly raised it, revealing first her thighs that he loved to leave bite marks on, then the neighborly trimmed that of curls that covered her pussy. Here she hesitated before he nodded his encouragement, and she continued, stopping when she reached her hips.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded, palming his cock through his slacks once more. “What’s my rule?”

“If you can’t hear it, it doesn’t count,” she repeated, having done so many times before.

“Begin.”

Glancing around, she slide her hand in between her legs and lightly smacked her vulva.

“That’s not going to cut it and you know it,” he chided.

Her nostrils flared in announcement but she wisely kept quiet. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she positioned her hand again.

Smack! The sound reached his ears a half second before her gasp did.

“That’s one,” he said, watching as she absentmindedly rubbed herself.

Smack! The second hit was harder than the first, and she covered her mouth with her free hand to stifle the moan that accompanied it.

“That’s two,” he all but grown. “One more for Daddy, baby. Get that pussy nice and wet.”

SMACK! The third was the loudest one yet, and while she recovered slightly, he glanced around to make sure no one had heard their game.

Satisfied no one had, he reach into the black gift bag sitting on the floor next to him and pulled out a small box.

“Is your pussy nice and wet now, little one?” he asked.

“Mmm, yes Daddy,” she moaned softly.

“Little one?”

“Hmm?”

“Stop playing with your pussy long enough to eat, please.” He couldn’t hide his amusement this time, grinning as she gasped and sat up straight before tugging at her dress.

“Now, little girl,” he said in a sing song voice. “Did I tell you to pull your dress back down?”

“Not in those words, no,” she replied carefully.

“Not in any words, darling one. Leave it like it is.”

“Daddy, they’re bringing out the food, and they’ll be able to see me.”

He smiled widely. “I Know.”

She blushed furiously, and he knew she was sure she was probably cursing him in her head.

He didn’t say another word as the food was set in front of them. Only when the waiter had left did he slide the small box across the table to her and instruct her to open it.

Her brow crinkled in confusion as she pulled out the black U-shaped vibrator.

“Put it inside you and eat, Princess.”

She did as told, not voicing the questions reflected on her face.

After several minutes of watching her eat, he waited until she had swallowed her last bite before pressing several buttons on the remote he had hidden in his pocket.

Her response was immediate.

“Shit!” she excaimed loudly, jerking upright in her chair.

As the violations became steamier, she glared across the table at him, though he could see her rocking her hips in sync.

“Uh, excuse me sir? Can I get you anything else?” the waiter’s voice got him off guard.

“The check,” he said flatly.

“Of course sir, and may I say, I think it’s great that you and your daughter are so close.”

That caught him off guard enough to glance up. “My what?”

“He thinks I’m your daughter,” she half laughed.

“Aren’t you?” the waiter asked, an awkward smile on his face. “You did call him ‘Daddy’.”

“I call him Daddy because I love him and he fucks me,” she gritted out. “Daddy? May I?”

“What? Oh, yes, darling, you may cum.”

He wasn’t sure what he enjoyed more: seeing her lose herself or seeing the stunned look on the waiter’s face. A slight sting of jealousy priced at him and he shoved Some bills towards the waiter and stood up hastily.

“Little one. We’re leaving.”

She had enough time to pull her dress down before he led her through the restaurant and out the door.

“Did you park where I told you?” At her nod, he led her towards the side of the building.

When they reached the car, he pushed her in front of him. She hit the metal hard enough to knock the air from her lungs seconds before he turned her head and claimed her mouth.

She whimpered and pressed against him as he worked her dress up. Undoing his belt with one hand, he grabbed the ends of her braids with the other and tilted her head back. He kissed his way down her neck as she moaned aloud, crying out when he sucked at her skin hard enough to leave a mark.

Roughly, he kicked her feet apart as he worked his cock out of his slacks.

“Tell me Princess, did you enjoy cumming for me?” he asked, tugging at the vibrator until it buzzed in his hand.

“Yes, Daddy!” His name came out as a squeal as he worked the vibrator into her ass.

“You like cumming in public for Daddy? Like a slutty little fucktoy?”

“Yes, Daddy! I love it!”

He rubbed the head of his cock across her pussy, before sliding just the tip in. Without warning,

he jerked down on her braids, causing her to take his length fully and without mercy.

He lost himself in the feel of her, Reveling in the way her she gave herself to him. He slid a hand to her waist as he slammed into her. His other hand ripped the front of her dress down and he grabbed her breast, twisting her nipple until she cried out.

“Who do you belong to?” He demanded, the words punctuated by his thrusts.

“You, Daddy!”

“I don’t think I believe you,” he snarled, slapping her freed breast. “I don’t think you belong to me.”

“I do, Daddy, I do! I belong to you!”

“Is that so? Do these tits belong to me?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“And this ass?” he angled his next thrust to put more pressure on the vibrator.

“Yes Daddy, yes!”

The hysterical edge to her voice told him that she wasn’t going to be able to take much more, and he sped up his thrusts, his fingers began a dance across her clip.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum, I can’t,” her pleasure trailed off as her body began to shake with the force of her orgasm.

He grit his teeth as her pussy clenched around his cock, and he grew out her name as he came inside her, claiming her with each spurt.

“This pussy belongs to me,” he told her, gathering her to him. “Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. Only you.”