Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“It is because you are so tiny compared to me. It can mean a number of things really, but when I say it I am calling you ‘little one.’” That makes my insides flutter. It makes me feel delicate. Special.
“Oh.” I don’t say anything else and neither does he. He pulls my hand up to his mouth and kisses it before putting it back down.
The ride is nice and I feel more comfortable than I have ever been. So much so I couldn’t begin to tell you where we are when we finally pull up. “Wait for me to come get you.” he says. He hands the keys to the valet and walks over to my door. When he opens up, he hands me a rose before pulling me from the car. Where did he hide this? “Alex, it is beautiful.” I say sniffing it.
“No baby. You are beautiful.” When he kisses me, it is softer than normal. I love it. “Let’s go.”
Walking inside I learn two things about him. First, he is always prepared. We had reservations, but when the host stated she couldn’t find them, he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
I listened as he addressed someone named Alberto. He told them we were here and that our table was nowhere to be found. Within seconds the phone at the hosts table rang. She looked up at Alex, eyes bigger than a clowns and before I could ask what was happening we were shown to the only table at a spot even I could tell is a prime position overlooking the restaurant and a coy pond in the middle of the room. I am dying to figure out what the heck just happened, but I know to wait until we are settled.
This brings me to the second thing I have learned. What I have experienced with him at school in regard to his possessiveness, is just the tip of the iceberg. He has literally growled at five men who he insists were staring at me as we walked to our table. I think he is seeing things. He of course thinks I am blind. I love it. His obsession with me is invigorating in disturbing, not normal ways.
“Pequeña do you know what you want to try?” I am skimming the menu but I am embarrassed to admit that most of this is stuff I have never heard of. “Baby?”
“Umm... I’m not sure.” I don’t look at him when I say this because I feel so ashamed that there are so many basic things I don’t have experience with.
“Would it be alright if I ordered for you? Are you allergic to anything?”
“Yes, please. No allergies.” I physically lose like eighty pounds of weight giving him the control to order for me. The waiter walks over and stands at our table. I look up because it seems like the polite thing to do to find he is staring right at me. I squirm not entirely comfortable with his attention so intent on me.
“Eyes on me asshole.” He immediately turns his guilty gaze to Alex and I can see the moment he realizes he made an almost grave error. “Is that what you get paid for?” he growls at him. “To ogle other men’s possessions?”
“No sir. Sorry sir. I was waiting for her to tell me what..”
“Bullshit. I know what you were doing. You trying to picture what she would look like with that dress a little lower up top. Or perhaps you were imagining those naturally pink lips wrapped around your limp noodle, touching herself.” His hand touches my thigh and I gasp, a bit startled. He begins moving it up and the room suddenly feels hot. My legs open on their own. They know their master. “But the thing is, she has had a real cock now, little dude. Both between those legs and between those lips. Your barely formed dick would do nothing for this insatiable, nymph. Would it, baby?” As he finishes the question his fingers reach my clit. I purposely didn’t wear underwear. Shamelessly I prayed the night would end the way it always does. With him stuffed inside of me, on the brink of pain and pleasure.
“No, Alex. No one but you.” I keen out in the open. His finger has split the lips of my pussy and I am rocking in my chair, trying to get them to the place I need them. The waiter is standing there, scared to walk away from Alex, unsure if he holds any power to take his job and I don’t blame him. As young as he is, right now, dressed in a suit with a jacket, his sleeves rolled up and a watch that looks like it costs more than this entire restaurant, it is hard not to imagine he is someone important.