Bend Me, Daddy

Taken aback, I wasn't quite sure what to say. But this conversation was doing nothing to assuage my earlier fears. I sat stiffly in my chair and stared down at the remainder of my dinner. I needed this job. I wanted this job. I felt like an adult for the first time in my fucking life.

With a loud sigh, he set down his utensils and pushed away his plate, setting his arms on the table and leaning toward me. "What did you think was going to happen here with us? Hmm? We have an agreement, Sera."

The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. "I thought you would fuck me, not ruin my life."

"Baby girl, I haven't even begun to ruin your life yet."

His dark eyes burned into mine. I could only stare at him.

Taking a sip of his wine, he pushed back his chair. "Come here."

He sat there like the mafia king he was, hard and without a shred of mercy anywhere in his body, except for his eyes. There was something in his eyes. And it was that glimmer of emotion I saw there that propelled me out of my chair and into his lap. I felt something hard pressing against my ass, and I adjusted the way I was sitting to try to get into a more comfortable position.

"You keep doing that, baby, and I'm going to have you face down on that table with my cock in your ass before we have a chance to finish our meal."

I stilled immediately, clasping my hands in my lap and keeping my eyes down. I felt weird in this position. Partly like the child I was dressed up as, but also a woman. One he was obviously sexually attracted to. But I didn't know what to do or what he expected of me, so I just sat.

Enzo's chest was rising and falling heavily against my side. He slid his hand beneath my thighs, lifted me up, and turned me so my back was against his chest. He hung my legs over his, then spread his knees wide so my legs did the same. I hung onto the arms of the chair as I watched him lift the bottom of my dress until my black ruffled panties were on full display. His chin rested on my shoulder so he could watch too.

Holding my dress up with one hand, he slid his other hand over my pussy until I was gripped in his palm. My eyes kept darting to the door. "Someone might come in."

"They won't," he rumbled in my ear. "And I want to touch you. So fucking bad, Sera." His fingertips found my clit through my panties, and my hips bucked, trying to increase the pressure as a rush of pleasure shot through me. He moaned in my ear, making the little hairs rise on the back of my neck and chills crawl down my spine. Instinctively, I tried to pull his hand away, and I felt him shake his head. "No. Keep your hands where they were."

His hand stilled, and I slowly put mine back on the arms of the chair.

"Thank you," he murmured.

My head fell back against his shoulder as he pulled my panties to the side and exposed me to the cool air of the restaurant. I could hear the other diners talking and laughing as they clinked glasses and enjoyed their meals together. Smelled the food coming out of the kitchen. But all I felt was Enzo's fingers as they found my folds and slid between them. I was wet, and he moaned again when he felt it.

The hand that was holding my dress rose higher up my torso, cupping my breast. And when that wasn't enough for him, he slid inside the neckline and under my bra to cup my bare flesh. My nipple hardened and grew sensitive against his palm, and I gripped the arms of the chair tight as his fingers found my clit again. Tension low in my belly gripped me and then released, and I couldn't stop myself from moving with each rise and fall of pleasure.

"Sera..." My name was low and harsh on his lips as he ground his hips up into my ass. I felt him probing my entrance with one finger, sliding in just enough for my body to protest the invasion before he went back to my clit. My breath left me, and my heart pounded in my ears until I couldn't hear anything else. I hung onto the chair so hard I was afraid I would break something, and on and on Enzo played my body with perfect precision, bringing me right to the brink but never letting me go over the edge.

"See how you respond to me?" he whispered in my ear. "See how your body moves against me? Fucking hell, Sera."

I ground my ass down against his hard length and he gasped into the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine again. His hands clamped down on me, holding me still against him.

"Do not push me." His voice was suddenly cold.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

He held me like that for a long time, only the sounds of our heaving breaths breaking the silence in the room. I heard someone greet some new customers. Heard dishes clank against each other as a table was cleared.

And then, gradually, he eased his grip on me. I felt his lips on the side of my throat as I relaxed against him once more, burning my skin with sinful kisses. I moaned when he found me again, and I tried to hold still, but I couldn't. Not entirely. He teased my clit and my nipple as he moaned in my ear, telling me how good I felt. Telling me all of the things he wanted to do to me. He pushed a finger inside of me as he pinched my nipple and told me how tight I would be around his cock.

I whimpered with need as he filled my head with visions of all of the ways he would use my body. My orgasm climbed, hovering on the edge until my muscles trembled and his name was a plea on my lips. "Come for me, Sera."

I did as he commanded, my entire body going stiff as pleasure so fierce it was nearly pain started in my womb and shot through my body before it exploded through me in shock waves of pleasure. Enzo's hand slammed down over my mouth and his teeth sank into the muscle between my neck and shoulder as my orgasm wracked through me so hard my eyes nearly rolled back into my head.

I felt two of his fingers sink into me as far as he could reach, just enough that it began to hurt. I'd never had anything inside of me except a tampon. "You're so fucking tight," he told me. "Even now. I'm about to come just thinking about being inside of you."

He continued to run his fingers through my folds, coating them with moisture. Then, as I watched, he stuck them in his mouth so he could taste me. It was shocking. It was erotic. And I couldn't turn my head and pull my eyes away from the sight of him sucking my orgasm from his fingers.

Pulling my panties back into place and adjusting my dress, he lifted my boneless body and turned me, so I once again sat across his hard thighs. I felt his erection digging into my hip, and had to stop myself from rubbing my body against him for fear he'd carry out his earlier threat.

Gently, he turned my face to his and pressed his lips against mine, forcing my mouth open with his tongue. I could taste myself as he plundered my mouth, forcing me to submit to him. He broke off the kiss just as quickly as he started it, pressing his forehead against mine. "We need to leave."

"Okay."

"Stay here and put on your coat while I pay the check." Picking up his sunglasses, he slid them back onto his face.

"Okay." He didn't ask me if I wanted to keep my leftovers or not, and I almost called after him to get me a to-go box, but he was out the door before I could. It was more out of habit than anything, though, because honestly, food was the last thing on my mind.

He came back just as I was buttoning up my coat. "Let's go."

I walked out of the room knowing that if I ever came back, I wouldn't be the same woman I was now.