I knew the menu backward and forward, but putting my face behind it kept me from scaring the staff with my scowl. I already knew what I wanted anyway. It was that delicious, tiny waitress and not seeing her anywhere was a big disappointment.
“Hello, sir. Would you care for sparkling or flat?”
And there she was, standing right in front of my table, asking me about fucking water. Big green eyes, auburn hair that lit up like fire when the sun hit it, tiny waist I was certain I could encircle entirely with my hands, round ass, and legs. Oh fucking god her legs went on for days.
‘Flat is fine, thank you,” I said, voice gritty and rougher than I meant it.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
She leaned over to fill my glass, shirt a little wrinkled, perhaps even damp. Yes, it was definitely damp, I could see the outline of her bra through the wettest parts. Oh, fuck me, what that her nipple? My cock hardened instantly. I could just barely make out the pinkish tint of flesh. I stared at the lines of her body as all the things I wanted to do to that body raced through my mind.
I’d make her so wet she’d leave a puddle. I’d make her come so hard she’d scream.
I’d make her mine. If only for a night.
“Sir?”
“I’m sorry, what was that?” I asked, dragging my attention back to her beautiful eyes.
“I said, would you like to hear about tonight’s specials?”
“No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll have the steak.” And you. Right on this table. In front of anyone with balls enough to watch. I’ll lick every inch of you until you beg for more. “Tell me what your name is,” I asked, voice deeper, gruffer from the scenario playing in my head.
“My name, sir?”
I balled my fist in my lap. If she didn’t quit it with the sir shit, I was gonna blow in my pants right then and there.
“Yes, what’s your name?”
“Ella, sir.”
I groaned. I couldn’t help it. “Ella, do you know what you’re doing when you call me sir?” I had to check, I had to know if it was intentional, or if she was exceptionally well-mannered.
She lowered her eyes, dark lashes fluttering on her cheeks. “I do, sir.”
I swear to Christ my cock jumped as she said it. “Meet me in the coat room. Now,” I ordered.
I watched as she left, perfect ass bobbing in a skirt a size too small, and followed a few moments later.
Chapter Three
Ella
I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I couldn’t believe he’d just ordered me into the coat room and I’d obeyed. Just like that.
“Do you know what you’re doing when you call me sir?” His question played over and over in my head. Did I? I hoped so.
I snagged the key from the host station and unlocked the room. It was summer after all so the station wasn’t manned. I closed the door but not enough for it to latch and hoped I wouldn’t have to wait to long. Heart pounding in my hears, I bit my lip as the pressure and heat and desire built between my legs.
I wanted him so badly.
And then he entered the tiny room, filling the whole thing with not just his body but his presence, setting my thighs ablaze as they hummed with electric desire.
He looked down at me as he shut the door, a wild and hungry look in his eyes.
“You’re a good little sub, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, lowering my eyes to the massive tent in his suit pants.