“Why what?” he answered innocently.
“Why me? You could have anyone. There are so many much more beautiful women than me out there, smarter women, richer women. I don’t understand why the most eligible bachelor in the country set up a meeting to buy my business one morning and decided to make me his bride that very night,” I blurted out.
He placed his silverware down and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. Immediately, his body language changed. He became harder, infinitely more dangerous and the sudden change rattled me. I licked my lips, lifting my chin and trying to remain just as courageous as before.
“You are beautiful, Zoe. You’re feisty and incredibly intelligent. Any man would be lucky to have a woman like you by his side and you would do well to remember that. If I ever have to remind you of that again, you’ll find your panties around your ankles, your ass welted, and my cock buried deep in that virgin bottom hole of yours,” he threatened, and my stomach did somersaults inside me at the very clear threat. “Do you understand me, little girl?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered hoarsely. I hadn’t a feeling that would be a session I wouldn’t particularly enjoy.
“I, for one, very much enjoy a sassy woman who pushes me from time to time. You’re very special though, Zoe, because you’re also the kind of woman who likes to be put in her place too,” he continued.
“Why do you think that?” I asked, aghast.
His gaze dropped to my lap.
“Lift your dress,” he commanded.
“What?”
“Do I need to say it again?” he asked, and he cocked his right eyebrow high in the air.
I shook my head, chewing on my lower lip as I leaned forward to grasp the bottom of my dress. I did as he commanded, lifting it just high enough so that my knees were bared.
“Higher,” he demanded. “I want that skirt up around your waist.”
I blushed heavily as I bared myself, grateful for the fact that I was still wearing underwear. For now, at least.
“Slip your fingers inside those lacey white panties and tell me what you find.”
I hesitated and he continued.
“If I have to come over there, I will rip those panties right off and spank that pretty pussy bright pink until you tell me what I wanted to know in the first place,” he said firmly.
I whined low in my throat. I lifted my dress higher until the tips of my fingers brushed against the fabric of my panties. The layers of tulle likely hid what I was doing from his eyes, but it was still just as dirty as if he was staring right at my naked body. Rather frantically, I looked around. There was no one there yet touching myself outside like this seemed so terribly wrong, but wildly exciting.
I slid my fingers beneath the lacey hem, finding what felt like a puddle in the seat of my panties. My fingertips slipped along the sensitive folds of my pussy, just catching my clit lightly enough to make me shudder in pleasure.
“Tell me what you’ve found, my pretty bride,” he coaxed firmly. I knew I was taking too long, that I was testing his patience and that only made me even needier than before.
“My pussy is soaking wet,” I answered, my voice nearly a whisper. He sat back with a soft smile, nodding once as if I’d said exactly what he would have expected.
“You are perfection, Zoe,” he said, his voice dark and seductive and entirely too tempting. “In a normal world, I would have taken you out for coffee, surprised you with a weekend getaway to the Maldives or the northern mountains of Italy or wherever else you wanted to go. I would have swept you off your feet and given you the whirlwind romance that you deserve until I knelt before you and asked for your hand in marriage. You would have said yes, and I would have given you everything you ever wanted.”
I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what he could mean.
“But this is not that perfect world,” he continued.
“No. Nothing is ever perfect,” I echoed.
“I’m not the kind of man that does romance in that way. When I see something that I want, I take it. I don’t care how much it costs.”
“You know an awful lot about me, and I know so little about you,” I countered.
“All information has a price, Zoe. I’m just a man that can afford it,” he explained, his voice carrying a slightly harder edge.
“Who are you, Grayson Asher?”
“I’m a lot of thi