“Our home?” she swallows.
“That’s right.”
“Jake?”
“Your panties,” I persist, not giving her a second more to question me.
Placing her hand on my shoulder she balances herself as one high heel slowly rises and then another as she steps out of her panties and holds them out just above my open palm.
“Mine,” I growl, reminding her this isn’t up for discussion.
Her grip releases and the first thing I notice, despite their almost non-existent weight, is the cream that’s already covering them. “Maybe I won’t frame these. Maybe I’ll keep them in my drawer at work and sniff them every hour on the hour for the rest of my working life.”
“I’m not sure if that’s sick or the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Everything considered, and if you could read my mind, probably a bit of both. But let’s let tonight determine that.”
I slide her panties into my pocket, the second pair I now own. I’m not sure what’s come over me or if I have some other fetish I’m not aware of. In reality, it’s just that I want to be close to her, in all ways, always.
“Do I want to know what’s on your mind?”
“Whether you do or you don’t you will soon enough.” I pause. “The choker,” I request, extending my hand face-up yet again.
She freely places it in my palm and I move around behind her, preparing to lift her hair but she’s already a step ahead of me.
I fasten the choker and seal it with a kiss. “You’re not to take this off.”
“Why would I ever want to do that?”
“Atta girl.”
She responds to my smirk with one of her own. “Just one question?”
“You said one, so you get exactly one.”
“When did you make this? Yesterday?”
“The first time I ever laid eyes on you.”
11
Jake
We arrive at the restaurant where I made reservations and I’m already starving, but it has little to do with the food and everything to do with her. I need to eat because tonight’s going to be a long night, but what I really want is her laid out on a table in front of me so I can feast on every single inch of her flesh.
My cock was so hard on the ride over I could barely keep the Lambo on the road, and my conscious was kicking me, asking me why I hadn’t already buried my cock deep in-between her thighs and filled her with my seed until it was spilling from her.
Not only that, I did some more research into Jewel’s mom, and combined with her current living situation, I feel like I’ve really neglected my role as her Daddy. Living with her mom was bad enough, but struggling in her new apartment isn’t much better. I need to get her out of there and prove to her she’s priceless, and that she’ll never have to want for anything in the world for the rest of her days.
And right now I want this dinner we’re about to have to be over, fast. I’m about to explode and I need to get her to my place where I can drown her in orgasms.
Just knowing she trusts me like she does gives me so much damn confidence, more than I already had, which was probably too much to start with. And I’m going to make sure she’s confident in her knowledge that she’s mine always.
As we enter the restaurant, I catch the maître d' looking just a little too long at my angel. My head lunges at him, my teeth snapping and he quickly heads off to the backroom, his tail between his legs. Jewel notices but says nothing. If she thought I was possessive before tonight, just wait until she sees me after I claim her tonight. I knew it would be this way all along, which is why I gave her plenty of warnings, time to run far, far away from me. Although that would have been useless because we both know I would have tracked her to the ends of the earth to make her mine.
Thinking back about how long I took almost makes me laugh as much as it makes me angry. The depth of my need was so much I tried to stay away, but after seeing how she opened up like a flower for me in the supply room, now that I know she’s had a taste I can see in her eyes that she’s ready for the whole enchilada.
After we’re seated I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, where I spend a solid three or four minutes just running cold water over my face. I need to calm down, but nothing is helping.