Page 31 of Catch Him
“I don’t want to talk about work. I want to talk about what we’re going to do on your day off tomorrow.”
Sinead thought about it. An idea popped into her head and she just blurted it out loud.
“I want to wear my fancy dress again.”
He smiled slowly and she knew he understood. “My lovely likes to dress up like a princess sometimes, and I like that she likes it. Okay, love. Consider it a date, but when I get you home tomorrow night I’m going to live out the fantasy I had when you were standing on the rise in that department store.”
Sinead swallowed a sip of coffee. “Yum.”
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Thursday
“Change in plans. Take off your panties.”
Sinead shuddered at the command. She started to undo the zipper at her back when he stopped her.
“No, no. Leave the dress and the shoes on. Just your panties. I’ve decided I don’t want to rip your beloved dress after all, which had been my original fantasy. Now I have a new one.”
They had just gotten back from the most delicious meal she could ever imagine. Although since The French Laundry was considered by many to be one of the finest restaurants in the country, if not the world, that was not a surprise.
Standing in his living room, she gave him a saucy smile. What would have made her skittish a few weeks ago now just set her body on fire. Whatever he wanted, she wanted to try because she was comforted in knowing wherever he took her she was safe with him. Safe and pleasured.
Slowly, she ran her hands down her thighs, then just as slowly up under the skirt of the dress while he took a seat in the leather recliner in front of her.
It was a tight fit and she had to wiggle. Maybe less than she was actually wiggling but he seemed to enjoy her show if the erection in his pants was any indication. As if sensing where her eyes were lingering, he put his hands over his crotch and stroked himself.
She bit her bottom lip and watched as he casually undid his belt and unfastened the buttons on his pants, reaching inside his boxer briefs to pull his cock out. She loved watching him touch himself. Loved watching his hand move so confidently over what she considered to be hers now. Her cock, her toy, her instrument of pleasure.
“Pay attention to your task, love.”
Her panties were still around her thighs, as she’d given up her strip show in favor of watching his. She finished her task and delicately stepped out of them, careful not wobble in her spiky heels.
She tossed them at his feet, her eyes still glued to his dick as he slowly pumped himself. Watching the pressure he applied, how he rubbed his precum around the head. It was as if she needed to study exactly what he did so she could do it perfectly when he allowed her to touch him.
“Do you want this?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Say it.”
She hesitated, then gave him what he wanted. “I want your cock.”
He smiled wolfishly. “My shy little love, it’s hard for you I know. But I like to hear the words.”
He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a condom. She might have asked him when he’d put it there, but it wouldn’t surprise her to know he’d carried the condom with him to the restaurant. In case the mood struck him somewhere along the highway to have her.
He rolled it on and then made a gesture with his hand that had her moving closer to him.
He shifted to the end of the chair.
Understanding dawned. It was just like their first time. Just the thought of that moment, when he’d made her sit on him, brought a rush of pleasure so intense she nearly came from just that.
Slowly she brought the skirt up and over her hips. Then she turned her back to him, and bent over, tilting her hips up at the same time. She waited and then felt the sting of a slap on her ass.
“You little brat. Thrusting your delectable little ass in my face. What choice do I have?”
He slapped it again and after rubbed the sore spot, which was always her favorite part. She was about to wiggle back between his legs like he had her do that first time when he stopped her.
