Cozy Cafe Daydreams

Your eyes scan over the card for what feels like the hundredth time. "Master" and his phone number. That card and a pussy full of his cum are all you have to remember him. The man who set your soul on fire, who so easily ignited your basest instincts and turned your inhibitions to ash. The man who used you like a whore and left you in a messy heap in broad daylight. When you collected yourself and staggered back to the cafe, the barista's glance up and down at your appearance was even more embarrassing than being left half-naked in the alley.

The walk home from the coffee shop, normally a leisurely stroll past busy shops and bustling restaurants, may as well have been a waking dream. The memory of his eyes boring into you from across the coffee shop seared into your mind. The feeling of his hand, as though it was still wrapped tightly around your throat. The remnant of his scent and his voice and his aura clouded your vision and enveloped your mind. It isn't until you put your keys in the door that you snap out of his trance.

Shutting the door to your apartment behind you, you pull out your phone and the card. You dial the number and hit call, ready to give him a piece of your mind. To yell at him for how he treated you. To rip into him for not so much as helping you up after fucking you senseless. Your steeled nerves turn to dust when his resonant voice answers. Just as quickly as you called, you hang up, breath caught in your throat. You walk to the couch and sink into it, closing your eyes and trying to work up the nerve to call again. Before you have time to calm your mind, however, the phone vibrates in your hand.

"Uh...h-hello?"

"I'm glad you worked up the courage to call me. I was hoping you would."

"...Who is this?"

"I enjoyed getting to know you, pet."

His arrogance and presumption snaps you back to reality. "How dare you? Know me? You don't fucking know me! You fucked me and left me a mess. You don't get to call me pet, you disrespectful jerk!" The words tumbled out of your mouth in an angry river, building up steam to a shout at the end. His silence in response on the other end of the phone was calm, reserved, and infuriating.

"I apologize. You are absolutely right. I don't know you, yet. I would like to make it up to you, and get to know you better. Would you be interested in that?"

His voice never so much as faltered. His confidence, never wavering, poured through the phone. He already knew you'd say yes. He knew you wanted this more than anything you've ever wanted before.

"We'll see." Ha, let him chew on that.

"Meet me at 6:00 at Sushi Nakamura. Dress to impress me." His voice brooks no argument, no discussion. The call ends, just like that.

The hours seem to drift by as you replay the events of the morning over and over. The way he made you feel. The way your body gave in even before your brain realized what was happening. The way you crave to hear and see and feel him again. Suddenly, it's 6pm and you're walking into the restaurant, mystified that you're even meeting this man again.

His words "Dress to impress me" lingered in the back of her mind. The simple but elegant black dress clings to your body in just the right ways. Not quite enough to be immodest, but revealing in a way you fervently hoped he'd find alluring and not desperate. Your heels clicked softly on the hardwood of the restaurant floor, the tinkling music emanating from somewhere further in the restaurant muffling the noise. The simple jewelry you picked out was chosen carefully to impress without appearing gaudy or showy. Gold snug hoop earrings, a dainty diamond necklace, not quite tight enough to be a choker. Simple, yet elegant.

As he stands to show you where he's seated, that feeling from the coffee shop rushes back. The predator welcoming his prey into his lair. He pulls the chair out for you and his hand lingers on your shoulder as you settle into the seat. The warm, powerful energy radiating from his touch sends a shiver through you, at odds with the pleasant temperature in the restaurant.

The waiter brings over a small glass of cold sake with the first pieces of sushi. You look quizzically at him and he quirks a smile. "I took the opportunity to speak with the chef privately before you arrived. He is preparing this meal especially for us." The waiter bowed his head slightly and smiled at the man sitting across from you, as though they were old friends. You gingerly try the sushi and are immediately blown away. Easily the freshest fish you've ever tasted melting on your tongue. You look up at him and see him smiling, watching you eat.

"What are you looking at?"

"I enjoyed watching the pleasure wash over your face as you tasted the sushi. Watching pleasure course through you is incredibly pleasing to me." His eyes sparked dangerously as his easy smile danced across his face. You can't help but blush as his eyes seem to devour you. He expertly places his sushi in his mouth, his movements subtle and graceful like a patient, hungry animal.

The pieces came one at a time, each one perfectly sliced and beautifully presented. The cool sake, delicious and smooth, creating the most pleasant buzz. His hand resting nonchalantly on your exposed thigh, never venturing up, despite the opportunity to do so. Comfortable and soft and totally in control. The conversation flowed smoothly, as though you were on your tenth date instead of your first. Seconds turn into minutes, minutes blend into hours until you look up and the restaurant is empty. The waiter comes by and leans down to speak with the man. Your date nods once and says something quietly, and the waiter leaves.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Don't we have to pay?"

"It's taken care of. I have something I'd like you to see, if you're up for an adventure."

He pulls out your chair and you stand up. He extends his hand to you and you hold it, knowing instinctively that this is where you belong. By his side.

The bright lights of the city swirl intoxicatingly as you wind your way through the noisy streets, active despite the late hour. He walks at a brisk pace, long confident strides, your fingers intertwined with his. He speaks loudly enough for you to hear him over the din of the city, but you have to lean in close to catch his words.

"I hope you enjoyed your first taste of being spoiled. There is more in store for you tonight, should you desire it." You gaze up into his eyes, and the fire burning intensely behind his fills you with an intensity of your own. A craving for him. To know his power and his tenderness. You nod your head and smile uncertainly at him, your heart ablaze. His smile back at you steels your nerves, so confident and at ease and satisfied.

He leads you to the ornate entrance of a beautiful mid-century highrise and guides you inside. As you enter, the doorman tips his cap at your charge and flashes a smile at you as you approach the elevator. Does the doorman know? How could he? The thoughts race through your head as you glance at your date beside you. He smiles down at you and that feeling of unease washes away. Just as earlier, his innate ability to calm your nerves and settle your mind takes over. He takes your hand and you marvel at how little yours feels in his, and how something so simple could make you feel so safe.

He pushes the button for the elevator and the doors open for you, revealing a glass elevator with a view of the building's courtyard. People are gathered just on the other side of the glass, chatting and drinking at some small party. No sound came through the glass, but you can see them clearly, and you are sure they can see you. He holds the doors open for you as you step inside. You lean against the railing, looking out at the party-goers just on the other side. The doors close behind you and he pushes the button for the penthouse. The elevator starts to ascend towards the top of the building and you feel his presence move behind you. His strong arms wrap around you in a surprisingly tender embrace. You feel his lips press against the side of your neck, just under your ear. A moan escapes your lips as you push your butt up against him, feeling him growing against you.

"There's my good girl." He growls into your neck, his hands moving to grip your hips as his teeth graze the delicate skin below your jaw. You look down and see the crowd of partiers watching you, enjoying the primal show on display. The simultaneous sensations of arousal and embarrassment make your cheeks flush, and you can feel that your panties are absolutely soaked. You can't help but grind yourself against him, and you feel his hands move underneath your dress and touch the lacy trim of your panties. You hold the railing to keep yourself standing as his fingers deftly tease your aching pussy. His strong fingers move in slow, deliberate circles, spreading your wetness over your clit. It takes everything in you to not cum immediately. His cock throbs against your ass, separated by a few thin layers of fabric, and you think about how good he felt inside you earlier. He slides one finger easily inside you and your knees buckle as he strokes your gspot, finger expertly curled to make you cum.

"Please Daddy may I cum for you?" The words shock you as they escape your lips. You don't usually ask permission to cum, but in your heart you know that's what he wants. Even more importantly, it's what you need. He doesn't immediately answer, though you feel him tense for a second. He continues to slide his finger in and out, the wet sounds from between your legs audible between your involuntary moans. The partygoers are now pointing and gaping excitedly at the show you're putting on for them, your insides screaming in embarrassment and pleasure. Finally he whispers in your ear, just loud enough for you to hear, "cum for me, slut."

Your knees buckle as waves of pleasure crash over you, spreading from between your legs throughout your body. He holds you upright by your waist with one arm while his fingers continue to play with you. You gasp when you realize how wet you are, your juices flooding over his fingers. Before you can even catch your breath, his fingers are in your mouth. The sweet flavor of your nectar coats your lips and tongue as you hungrily lick your juices off of him. He moans as you suck each one, cleaning every last drop of your delicious cum from him. Your cum drips down your thighs as the last waves of pleasure finally cease. You open your eyes and turn to look at him. That same wicked smile dances across his lips, his eyes intense and hungry and... something else. Pleased? Satisfied?

"That was very good, baby. Are you ready for more?" The elevator pings as the doors open to the penthouse...