Page 25 of Not All Himbos Wear Capes
Xander ordering for me—the way he so easily took control—made my entire body relax in a way no expensive massage ever could.
What Ihadn’tenjoyed was how flirty the hostess had been—behavior I’d instinctively interpreted as a threat. It got me so worked up that my power embarrassingly flared up again, but luckily there were no supes around to notice.
All that aside, I begrudgingly appreciated her discretion when asked about any VIPs dining here tonight. There was no way for the staff to recognize me out of uniform, but I did occasionally come in with Solomon Biggs for lunch meetings with representatives from the United Super Nations.
That alone would be enough to classify me as being Captain Masculine-adjacent, although for allChantalknew, I was nothing more than the Biggs Enterprises number-cruncher I pretended to be.
My boss does enjoy torturing me with spreadsheets.
However, my most recent visit to Ars and Invenio was for a date with a fellow supe, arranged by my parents. But that excruciatingly painful night was the last thing I wanted to think about right now. All I knew was that every previous experience at this restaurant had left a sour taste in my mouth—far from the giddy excitement I was feeling now.
“Take your cock out,” Xander’s smooth voice commanded my attention the instant the car doors were shut.
“W-what?” I stammered, my brain taking longer to register his instructions than the rest of me did. My dick wasstrainingagainst the zipper of my dress pants, with all available blood rushing to my lower head—eager to obey my...
I want him to be mine.
When Xander gave mealook,I hurriedly unzipped, only to freeze and cautiously glance at the sea of pedestrians streaming by.
“The windows are heavily tinted, sweetheart.” He smiled kindly before his expression hardened again. “Regardless. I. Want. To. See. Your beautiful cock. Now.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I rasped, wrestling myself free before realizing what I’d just said. Yes,he’dsaved his contact info in my phone as ‘Daddy Xan,’ but that didn’t mean he needed to know I’d been fantasizing about calling him that all day, whilenottouching myself.
Why am I like this?
It felt like an eternity before I dared to look at Xander, but just like when I’d gagged on him, all I found was feral hunger looking back at me.
“Is that what you need, Butch?” The way my name rolled off his tongue was criminal. “ForDaddyto take care of you?”
I didn’t move—barely breathed—my gaze locked with his while I gripped the base of my shaft. My entire body wasshakingwith the blinding need to be entirely owned by this man.
If he says no, I might die.
“Yes, please,” I whispered, equally feral with desperation. “I’ll do anything you say to make it happen.”
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, barely audible, before facing forward, putting the car in first, and easing us into traffic. It was a good five minutes before he spoke again—although whether the delay was to torture me or calm himself down, I couldn’t be sure. “Very well. Let’s see how good you can be… forDaddy.”
Oh, sugar.
His breathtakingly handsome face was the epitome of control, his cool gaze on the road ahead. “I want you to stroke yourself with no spit, and only enough pressure to feel your fingers barely glide over your skin. Don’t you dare move your hips… and, sweetheart?” He quickly glanced at me. “If you spray my car, you’ll be cleaning it up with that pretty pink tongue.”
Fudging H-E-double-hockey-sticks!
I couldn’t stop a whine from escaping me, but I dutifully stroked my full length, agonizingly gentle. My jaw was clenched, my glutes straining against the urge to thrust, but I was determined to pass this test.
“Mmm, I bet you’d actuallyenjoylicking your own cum off my leather seats,” Xander absently mused, changing lanes before turning, seemingly in no hurry to do anything but destroy me.
I gritted my teeth as he continued. “I bet you’dbegme to play with your ass at the same time. How many fingers could you take, I wonder?” Another torturous pause. “Tell me, Butch—has anything fucked its way into that tight ass of yours yet?”
Oh, no.
He chuckled low as I whined again. “Or have you been saving that virgin hole for me?”
Nononono…
“Xan!” I gasped, squeezing myself so tightly my dick almost popped off. “If you dirty talk me I’ll never make it—”
“Oh, you’ll make it,” he interrupted, as casually as if we were discussing the weather. “Because youwantto be good for me. And only a good boy gets to feel my mouth on his beautiful cock.”
