The Dom’s Submission: Complete Series by Ellis O. Day
CHAPTER 12: Terry
Terry walked back to the bar and grabbed his drink. “I’m going to move over there.” He pointed at an empty table next to Maggie’s station. “Do you want me to pay up?”
“You can’t see the TV from there,” said the bartender.
“I’m not watching the TV.”
Maggie came around the corner, her face flushed and her eyes sparking with fury. Apparently, his little rabbit didn’t like not getting fucked and that was perfect because he’d enjoy taming her temper. She was going to be such a good sub. He hadn’t expected her to keep the Ben Wa balls inside her all night. He was a tad disappointed that he wouldn’t get to punish her for disobeying but her eagerness to get laid would more than make up for that.
“Oh. Yeah. She’s cute but she’s got three kids.” The bartender handed Terry his bill.
“Don’t remind me.” He paid and walked to the table, giving her a smirk as he sat.
“What are you doing?” She almost growled.
“Sitting here.” This was going to be so much fun.
“You’re done eating. Go home.”
“I haven’t had dessert yet.”
“I’ll get the waitress.” She started to turn away.
“I’ll be eating my dessert at home. Tonight. Spread out on the table.”
Her body stiffened and he held his breath, wondering if his words had pushed her over the edge into orgasm.
“I’ll tell her it’s to go.” She plastered on her fake hostess smile and left.
A few minutes later the waitress came by and handed him the dessert menu. Maggie walked to her station and began straightening it but she wouldn’t look at him .
“What would you recommend?” He opened the menu and shifted it toward the waitress.
“What do you like? Chocolate? Strawberry?” She touched his arm. “Give me a hint. What’s your favorite? Pie? Cake?”
“Oh, I’m afraid my favorite isn’t on your menu.” He glanced at Maggie and her cheeks were red.
“I’m sorry. What is it? Perhaps, I can recommend something similar.”
Maggie mumbled something under her breath.
“I’m sorry. Did you suggest something?” He stared at her, struggling to keep from laughing at her look of outrage and embarrassment.
“No, sir.” Her face heated even more with that word. She coughed into her hand. “I was just clearing my throat.”
“Hmm. Are you sure you don’t have a suggestion on which dessert I’d like?”
“I’m sure you’ll like them all.” She smiled that fake hostess smile again.
“You never did tell me your favorite,” said the waitress. “I’m sure we can find something similar.”
Maggie made another sound but she quickly hid it with a cough.
“I don’t think there’s anything like what I eat for dessert on your menu.”
“We have a wide selection.” The waitress sounded a little annoyed.
“I see that you do, but I don’t believe this would be on any menu except perhaps at La Petite Mort Club.”
It took a second and then the waitress’s eyes widened and she laughed. “Perhaps something with whipped cream.” She pointed to a chocolate cake with whipped cream and fudge. “Like this.”
“That’ll be perfect. Tell them to add extra whipped cream and do you have any fresh cherries?”
“Yes.”
“Give me two of those in a separate container. I have special plans for them.”
“Sounds fun.” The waitress smiled boldly at him.
“It will be.” He glanced at Maggie who was still tidying her area, pretending to ignore him. He tossed back his drink and handed it to the waitress. “Another please and make it a double.”
“Will do.” The waitress took the glass and walked away. She was cute with a nice ass, but he really wasn’t into threesomes. Maggie was more than enough for him.
He leaned over by her. “Do you know what I’m going to do with those cherries?”
“No, sir. I have no idea.” She kept her face bland and polite as she smiled at him.
He hated that fake smile. He stood and moved closer, probably too close but he wanted her to look at him like she had before, warm and with interest.
She shifted away, glancing down at a paper. “We’ll be closing soon. I have a lot of work to get done, so if you don’t need me to assist you with anything—”
“But I do, little rabbit,” he whispered.
Her eyes darted to his mouth as she shifted to the side, putting her back against the hostess station. “Stop it. I need to get back to work.”
His little rabbit was scared. He couldn’t wait to show her that she had nothing to fear from being devoured by him. “Good. Hurry up. I’m more than ready to leave and so are you.” He let his eyes wander down her frame, lingering on the juncture between her thighs that had to be throbbing for him.
“Not tonight.”
“Yes, tonight.” He wasn’t letting her get away from him now.
“No. I told you this was a one-time thing and—”
He leaned down so only she could hear him. “You are not going home to your vibrator.”
“Well, I’m going home alone.” She pushed on his chest but he didn’t move. “You had your chance and blew it.”
“You’ll be the one blowing”—he grinned—“but that’ll be later.”
“Stop it. Enough.” Her eyes flashed fire but her voice was low and husky. “I have to finish here and then I’m going home to pack. I don’t have time for these games.”
“That’s exactly why you’ll be going home with me.” He touched her lips to stop her from talking. “Tomorrow, my friends are coming over and we’ll get you packed and moved. I just need to know where you’re moving to.”
Her anger fled, her gaze softening. “You asked your friends to help me? Why?”
“I knew you didn’t want me to pay for movers.” He shrugged. He’d show his little rabbit that having him around was a good thing—both in and out of the bedroom.
“That’s the sweetest…” She wiped at her eyes.
He kissed her forehead. She deserved someone who’d take care of her. “Get back to work so we can get out of here.”
“Thank you.” She stared up at him, her eyes huge and teary. “That’s the…thank you.” She hurried away.
He sat back down and paid his check when the waitress returned. He sipped his drink while waiting for Maggie. Soon she’d realize that he knew best and she should trust him. Then, they could really play.
