From the moment I first saw Lily, I wanted her naked and kneeling at my feet.
Looking was easy. Getting her to submit took some serious negotiation. She was wearing a power suit and doing her level best to fleece my start-up company into providing a cut-rate contract for the corporation she represented. My cock twitched at the sight of shoulder-length brunette hair brushing against hand-tailored silk that complemented the almost startling blue of her eyes. Her breasts were full, firm mounds. She had the most perfect ass I'd ever seen.
It wasn't long before innuendo in our conversations showed we both knew we were discussing a private as well as a public deal. Sparks flew between us with every offer and counteroffer. Lily made it clear she was only interested in doing things my way if it got her what she wanted. And she was willing to play dirty. She had a habit of chewing her lower lip that kept me so hard I would have been embarrassed if I were the type to blush at an erection.
I wasn't. Apparently, neither was Lily. She couldn't keep her eyes off my crotch. Each time I caught her looking, she just closed her jacket over the aroused points of her nipples and sucked on that full, red, pouty lip. Then she smiled and went back to business.
Two days later, I was so horny I swung the negotiations to an agreement that gave her more than I'd planned, though it still turned a tidy profit for me. The initial gut punch of meeting her had progressed beyond a simple hunger. I wanted her willing, and I wanted her for good. The day we signed the contract, I ratcheted our private negotiations to the next step by convincing my new colleague to join me for a celebratory dinner.
Lily told me I didn't need to pick her up or open doors or choose the restaurant where we were going. I told her I did, keeping my hand firmly on the small of her back as I guided her into Alberto's, where I'd requested a secluded, candlelit table in the back. She was dressed for sin in a short, backless, skintight black knit sheath that showed off the delectable curve of her ass. No obvious pantie lines. No garter bulges where the seamed black silk stockings rose from her four-inch strappy heels and disappeared under a hem that was barely a hand span below her crotch. The dress was cut low enough in front to show the cleavage between firm, high breasts I had no doubt would fit perfectly in my hands. She wasn't wearing a bra. However, when I looked closely, and I did, blatantly, I saw the almost imperceptible line at her waist telling me she was wearing a very tiny thong.
"You're gorgeous," I said as the waiter showed us to our table. When I moved my hand against her back, her nipples hardened. My hand slid lower, rubbing the string of the thong. I was done with innuendo. "You're overdressed."
"Thank...I beg your pardon?" She turned so fast she tipped on her heels. I steadied her and pulled out her chair for her.
"You heard me."
The look on her face was priceless as she slid into the chair. Ignoring the waiter, I leaned forward and spoke softly in her ear. "The dress is perfect. Take off the panties."
I moved past her to take my seat and turned my attention to the waiter. Lily's eyes flashed as I told him to bring me the wine list and two glasses of ice water. As soon as the waiter was out of earshot, Lily tapped her fingernails on the tablecloth and gave me a look that had brought Fortune 500 CEOs to their knees.
"What makes you think I'm taking my clothes off for you?"
I wasn't going to be the one kneeling. I handed her a napkin. "I'm going to be your lover, eventually your husband. The sooner you're naked, the sooner I'll give you orgasms."
I didn't expect Lily to let that pass unanswered either. But from my position, I could see the waiter returning with the water pitcher. As she drew in her breath, the waiter reached her side and picked up her glass. She snapped her mouth closed, biting her lip and drumming her fingers on the table as he filled our glasses. I covered her hand with mine, stroking my middle finger in her palm while I rubbed my thumb over the back of her knuckles and ordered my favorite wine. Eventually, her hand relaxed and she smiled tightly.
"You have quite the little fantasy world going there." She pulled her hand back as the waiter again left us. "Do you suffer such delusions often?"
I caught her fingertips and lifted her hand to my lips. "I believe in making fantasies come true." I kissed her fingers. When she shivered, I sucked the tip of her index finger into my mouth. Her eyes softened as a beautiful blush crept up her cheeks. I bit lightly, then sucked again, smiling as she once more set her teeth to her beautiful, full lower lip.
"I'll stop anytime you want, anytime you ask me to. All you have to do is say 'no' or 'stop' or 'don't.' " I ran my teeth over the full pad of her finger. "Trust me, Lily. I'm going to make you beg me to take you, and I'm going to make you come so hard you scream."
"This is ridiculous," she muttered, blowing her bangs off her forehead. But she didn't mover her finger from my lips. Each time my teeth touched her skin, she shivered.
"It's sexy." I kissed her fingertip and set her hand back on the table.
The dining room was filling, but the light was low and tables nearest us were still empty. I took an ice cube from my water, trailing it over the exposed upper curves of her breasts.
"What on earth?" She grabbed my fingers, her eyes flicking quickly around the room to see if anyone had seen us.
I shook my head. "We want each other, Lily. What others think doesn't signify."
For a moment, she chewed her lip. The she smiled and down her hand back to the table. The melting ice was running down over her skin and between her breasts. Her nipples were pebbled like rocks, the wet fabric clinging like a second skin as she shivered again. When the ice was almost gone, I dropped it into her cleavage. This time, when she touched her tongue to her lip, she licked slowly and sensuously.
"I don't know why I'm letting you do this," she whispered as the waiter appeared again. I left my hand against her breast.
"You're letting me pleasure you because it feels good, ans because I'm going to make you come like you never have before. "Don't move." Although the waiter didn't bat an eye, Lily flushed and looked away. I ordered for both of us, looking only at her as I carefully eased the top of her dress lower. I tucked in the edges of the damp fabric until her nipples were barely covered. When the waiter left us again, I picked up another ice cube.
"Tell me you want me, Lily."
The waiter was seating another couple at the table in the back of Lily. With my hand innocently against the edge of her dress, I slipped the ice inside, so it rested on the top of her nipple beneath the clinging fabric. Lily gasped. The man being seated turned toward us. I ignored him, keeping my eyes on her more wildly flushing face as the wet circle grew over her breast. When the man turned away again, I picked up another piece of ice. I held it in my hand over her other breast.
"I dislike waiting, Lily."
I wanted her so badly I would have waited forever, but I wasn't going to tell her that. Instead, I watched the pink tip of her tongue flick in and out as she worried her lip. My cock was so hard I had no doubt the front of my pants was as wet as the front of her dress. Her skin was warm beneath my motionless fingers. She shivered as the water from the melting ice dripped onto her. When the waiter walked past with the drinks for the other table, she took a deep breath and whispered, "I want you."
I slipped the rest of the ice cube onto her nipple. She shook as I smoothed the folded top of her dress back into place.
"The sooner you obey me, the sooner you'll receive your pleasure. Remember that."
Lily nodded as I stroked the back of my fingers down her cleavage where the water had run. Her skin was cool to my touch. I knew my hand felt warm.
"Go to the restroom. Take of your panties and throw them away. Keep the top of your dress just as I have it."
Lily hesitated only a moment. Then she nodded and got carefully to her feet. She didn't bother looking at the rest of the room. The beautiful, strong-willed woman I wanted so badly I hurt smiled, turned, and walked slowly and seductively toward the hall. With each step, her hips swayed with a practiced gait that let me know she had made her decision.
By the time she returned, the ice had melted, leaving her dress clinging to her pointed nipples. When she was seated, I rested my hand where her stocking met the bottom of her dress, and I rewarded her with a slow, wet kiss.
"I'm proud of you, Lily." The table clothes at Alberto's were long enough to hide a multitude of sins. I slid my hand over the top of her stocking, then over the even silkier skin at the top of her thigh. Then higher.
"Was it difficult to obey me?"
The neatly-trimmed thatch was slick with her juices. She shuddered as my fingers slid into her slit. With a soft moan, she slid forward on the seat.
"It was harder than hell." Her eyes closed as she sucked her lip between her teeth. "It was worth it."
I laughed softly, my fingers pushing deep into her cunt as my thumb settled on the protruding nub of her clit. I rubbed in slow, firm circles. When she gasped, I curled my fingers toward her belly button and rocked my hand.
