Short Story
Ignition
Tonight Charles is in the mood for a little risk…
This corner of the upscale restaurant was darker, with wispy shadows doing a slow waltz conducted by the flickering candlelight. The ambiance was in keeping with the seafood it was renowned for, with each booth partially isolated by nets and sea-faring paraphernalia. It was perfect for quiet conversation, and a bit of hidden naughtiness to those lovers that have a taste for risk.
Charles held her gaze with focused intent, showing no reaction to her nylon-covered foot seductively massaging his lower leg under his slacks. He allowed a lascivious smile to slowly spread across his face as he leaned forward, arms crossed comfortably on the table.
"Veronica, I adore your desires. Every single one. Because they are mine."
Veronica leaned forward as well, a radiant smile her only response. She cradled her chin on her folded hands and allowed her eyes to convey her thoughts. Her thoughts were swirling, unfocused and misty; slowly simmering excitement fueled by heated expectation; simply trying to discern what her lover had in mind for later. She always tried, and always failed. She loved it.
He broke their visual tango long enough to signal the waiter for their bill, then set his gaze upon her once again. No words were spoken for the next few minutes as they savored the last few sips of the full bodied and exotic Barolo, and allowed the tension to build without any further narration. She continued her under-the-table sensual massage, and he resisted her best efforts to divert his eyes from hers. He was well aware of the perfection of her décolletage, and her putting it on full display was her attempt to exercise a little influence on the moment. He gave her a deliberate wink and a subtle smile as he slowly downed his last sip of wine. That simple movement had the desired affect; her eyes widened a millimetre and she bit her lower lip, signaling that her mind was grinding into an even higher gear. He loved allowing her imagination to take flight with such little direction; it was one of the most truly incredible things about his lover. He always started with her mind.
He cleared the tab, then waited the few seconds until they were alone again. Standing up as quickly and quietly as a jungle cat, he offered her his hand. She quickly slipped on her heels, grabbed onto his hand, and was gently but strongly pulled into him for a strong embrace. Their eyes had still not left one another. Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, he kept his hand going to the back of her neck. Slowly, with barely restrained intent, he pulled her into a long and passionate kiss, right there, right in front of anyone with a view. Sweet, probing and raw, Veronica would have collapsed if not for his strong arms. When he delicately ended the kiss, his gaze again took over, enhancing the pace of her racing heart. Her eyes were wide, and the clenches below were unstoppable.
With a soft smile he took her hand and led her through the restaurant towards the front entrance. It was only then that Veronica realized that the entire place had gone silent; all eyes were on them.
Charles did not care. He was moving on, intent on what was next in his plan.
They glided past the astonished maître d’, and turned right, heading down the dimly lit wood-paneled hallway that led to the restrooms. Upon arrival he stopped abruptly, then seized control of her eyes. A deep growl emanated from the shadows where he stood.
"Wait here for a few seconds."
His dark expression brokered no argument.
Veronica felt her knees wobble - that tone always pulled hard on her submissive side. Her wide eyes stayed focused on the door as it slowly swung back towards her. She was barely breathing, anticipation causing every synapse in her body to seemingly fire simultaneously. That familiar clenching started - a prelude to the onrush of heat between her thighs. As her lip started to twitch, Veronica knew with complete certainty that her panties were going to be destroyed, yet again.
After a half a minute, Charles opened the door to the elegantly appointed, softly lit men's room, and beckoned her with a subtle smile, his chin dipped slightly, giving him that predatorial look that made her shiver. Veronica quietly slid into the bathroom, and took a position in the approximate center, hands clasped together in front, and eyes lowered.
Once the door slid shut, Charles locked the deadbolt, then slowly turned and took a single, quiet, deliberate step. It placed him directly in front of and above Veronica. There was no movement at all for a few seconds - the proverbial calm before the storm. He was a master of anticipation.
Slowly his right hand rose, paused, then was gently placed at the base of her throat, his palm on her upper chest. His grin widened even more as he lightly pushed her backwards, enhancing the primal feel of the moment. With that simple motion, he took possession of her; all of her. Veronica was forced backwards until her back was pressed against the wall.
His voice, still low and full of threat, seemed to caress her body, mind and soul.
"Your hands. Behind your back. Now."
Veronica's heart leapt and her pussy clenched hard...again. Keeping her eyes on her Sir, she pushed her hips towards him, creating room for her hands. She could not stop the small smile from forming, knowing that his heart was racing just as fast as hers. He was just better at hiding it.
With an oh-so-subtle softening in his look, Charles allowed his hand it to drop to her left breast, where he started groping it gently at first, then with more purpose, periodically tweaking her nipple. All thought ceased as her mind was utterly gripped by her increasing need...to be helpless to his need.
His eyes did not release hers as his teasing morphed slowly, inexorably into pinching.
A twist.
A pull.
A moan.
Her nipples pressed hard against her bra, begging for more.
Charles grinned, then lowered his mouth to take possession of her right breast. He made no attempt to expose it, instead sucking her nipple and areola into his mouth, right though her delicate bra and light blouse. Using the fabric and his tongue and teeth, he had her nipple aching for freedom in a few brief moments. Veronica jumped slightly when he bit down, initiating a shock wave that rebounded throughout her body. Her knees wobbled slightly, and her pussy gushed. Again.
Now his hands were suddenly down at her knees...where he took two handfuls of her skirt and roughly yanked it up to her hips. A few seconds later his face dropped to within a few inches of hers, and the palm of his hand rested on her panties, just above the drenched bit. The primal voice called out again.
"Spread your legs for me. Right fucking now!"
