Vikki

It's early evening in winter, and I'm very much wishing, despite having been in Max's luxurious Bentley, I'd asked for a coat. I do my best not to shiver as we're dropped off outside a very smart looking restaurant in the heart of the city. The smoked glass makes it look very intimate.

Max wraps his arm around my shoulders and steers us inside where we're greeted by a familiar face.

"Monsieur Horenson!" the ogre Maitre D' exclaims. "And Mademoiselle!" He gives me the biggest grin.

"Is my usual table available, Kofran?" Max asks.

"For you and your charming companion, of course." Kofran beams at the both of us and indicates we should follow.

The restaurant is a picture of discreet charm and luxury. Once again, my feet, in some very silly heels, disappear into the carpet. Everywhere is low lighting and sparkling crystal wrapped in velvety dark colors.

"Please." Kofran indicates a private booth, semicircular in shape and deep enough to swallow a big troll.

And me.

"Cocktails." Max helps me into the booth, and I slide along the comfortable upholstered banquette, lit with subtle spots.

"As you wish, Mr. Horenson." Kofran gives us one of his funny bows I saw in the apartment last night, and then he's gone, like smoke.

"So, the meal from last night. It was from here?" I query. "It doesn't look like the sort of place which does takeout."

As my eyes grow accustomed to the gloom, I can make out waiting staff moving between booths and the occasional occupied table.

"It isn't the sort of place which does takeout," Max growls, unbuttoning his suit jacket and leaning back into the cushions. "But I know the owner."

"Of course you do. And money talks."

"You'll find out soon enough," Max says with a twinkle in his eye.

I'm a bit blindsided about his reference to our business arrangement until an arm winds around my waist and pulls me onto his lap with ease.

"Hey!" I exclaim. "You can't do this, here." I lower my voice.

"I can do what I want, where I want," Max rasps. "And I want you on my lap."

Kofran returns with a tray and two large cocktails, which he puts in front of us both with a flourish, not batting an eyelid at our seating arrangement.

"Tasting menu, Kofran," Max orders. "I want my mate to enjoy every morsel."

Kofran chuckles as he scurries away.

"I hope you don't mind I ordered for both of us," Max says solemnly.

"Like I'd know what to order in a place like this?" I snort.

"I know what I'd like to have on the menu," Max says, his huge hand sliding over my thigh as his lips meet mine once more in yet another dominating kiss.

His fingers toy with the edge of my dress, slipping underneath the soft fabric and working their way up my inner thigh, making me squirm.

"These have got to go," he murmurs over me as claws rip into my tights, exposing my flesh to the air.

"Max!" I groan. "You can't, not here."

"I have to. I can't wait any longer. I need to taste your pretty cunt."

Claws make swift work of the super expensive lace knickers Rachel found for me, and a thick digit toys achingly slowly with my folds.

"Wet for me, sweet Vikki?" he murmurs into my neck, sending every nerve ending wild.

"We can't do this, Max, not here," I rasp back, but I'm already seeking out his touch, moving in time to his strokes, one thick finger circling my needy entrance.

I want it in me, I want him in me. But this troll knows exactly how to tease. And he is much, much better at it than I was. Max presses a thumb against my clit, and I see stars instantly, doing everything I can to stifle my gasp of pleasure. He cups my breast through the flimsy material, his other thumb stroking over my raised nipple.

"Such a needy girl," he rumbles, and I feel it in my toes. "But I know what she needs. She needs her soaking holes used by a big, bad troll."

He slides his fat finger into my pussy, and this time I can't hold back my short moan of pleasure.

"My, you are tight, Vikki." Max brushes his tusks over my lips. "I'm going to have to work on you until you can take my thick cock."

"Fuck!" I flood him with my moisture because I've see his cock and it wasn't even angry. The mere thought of the thing sends everything into overdrive.

Max slips deeper inside me. "That's my good girl," he growls and curls up his digit, hitting my g-spot with perfect timing.

My body tightens, convulses, and bucks against him as I come the hardest I've ever come in my life, all the while trying not to make any noise at all.

"I can't wait to see you wrapped around my cock," Max rasps in my ear as I finally open my eyes.

He removes his finger from my pussy and, not breaking eye contact, he puts the whole digit in his mouth, dark tongue working over it as he hums with pleasure.

"You taste even sweeter than I imagined, Vikki. I can't wait to feast on you for dessert."

My heart is pounding, not just from the orgasm to end all orgasms, but from the situation, the oh-so-public nature of what we've done, and the fact Max is not bothered in the slightest.

"Here we are!" Kofran announces, scaring me with his sudden arrival, so soon after Max and I…

A multitude of serving staff appear, placing dish after dish on the table in front of us. It's so well timed I'm wondering, with flaming cheeks, if they knew what we were up to and with the very watchword in discretion, they waited until I was finished.

"Enjoy!" Kofran says, and he melts away again into the gloom of the restaurant.

I wriggle against Max.

"You will destroy the line of this suit if you continue to misbehave," he intones, his blue eyes sparkling with lust. "But I promised you a meal to remember and you will have one." Max leans into me. "Then we'll get to the main course."