Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

SIN

I watch Kierra eat her sushi and wonder how long it's been since she's really eaten. I want to ask her about her eating habits, but I also don't want to make her feel bad about herself. If she were going to be my submissive, I would demand that information, but she isn't. This is only for tonight. I'm not interested in a relationship and I doubt she is either. Besides, she's too young for me.

She smiles softly at me in between bites, "Thank you, Sin."

Narrowing my gaze at her, "What's my name?"

Instantly, I don't like the frown on her face. "Shit. I'm sorry. Thank you, Daddy."

Then under her breath she says, "I always fuck everything up."

"Baby girl, look at me."

She does and I notice unshed tears welling in her eyes and I don't fucking like it, "You are expected to do as you're told and that includes addressing me properly however, you didn't fuck anything up. I don't know who made you feel that way, but they were wrong. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Fuck. Hearing those words from her does something I didn't expect. Something I can't even define.

"Good girl."

Her face lights up by my praise before her cheeks blush beautifully.

"What's your safe word, Kierra?"

She pops a piece of bluefin tuna into her mouth as she chews thoughtfully.

With a smile, she answers, "Poverty."

Whenever I'm with a submissive, I always make sure they remember their choice of safe word. I never ask why they choose whatever word they go with. It's not about the word, it's about making sure we play in a safe environment. They are handing over control and it's essential that there's never a doubt that they'll be kept safe. This is the first time I've ever questioned the actual word.

"Why poverty?"

A sad expression crosses her face, "You've probably never spent a day in your life poor, so I wouldn't expect you to understand. Poverty is the unsexiest word in the English language. Until you've wondered whether you should spend that two dollars on bread or save it for an emergency, you won't get it. When you have a certain dollar amount with no expectation of ever getting more and you're unsure how long you can survive before you're on the street eating from the kindness of strangers, it changes how you perceive things. Lying awake at night with your rumbling stomach physically in pain but being unable to do anything about it? Yeah, poverty is the unsexiest thing."

Her answer causes a tightness in my chest and throwing caution to the wind, I ask, "How long had it been since you had eaten, Kierra?"

She doesn't answer, instead she averts her gaze and stares at the aquarium with large orange Garibaldi fish in it.

"Baby girl, I expect an answer."

Kierra shakes her head, like she's trying to shake away unpleasant emotions, "I don't know, Sin. Three or four days. Maybe five."

I ignore her using my first name because it doesn't fucking matter right now.

"You should've called me. I would've brought you food or money. Whatever you needed."

She shrugs her dainty shoulders. "I didn't give you what you wanted. Why should you give me anything? I mean, you didn't even know me."

Do I want inside her virgin pussy? Of course I do. Only a dead man wouldn't, but whether or not she gives me what I want, I'd never see her starving. Had she told me she'd never let me fuck her, but that she was hungry, I would have accepted it and bought her food, anyway. I don't know everything that has happened that's put her in this position, but I'd never let her go without, simply because I didn't get what I wanted.

"Why? Because you're a fucking human being, Kierra. No one should ever go hungry. In the future, please call me."

She nods, "Okay."

I run a hand through my hair. "I'm going to order you more food."

With a giggle, she says, "It doesn't work like that. I've had enough. I can't eat several days' worth of food in one sitting."

I smile at her because I know she's right, "Dessert then. What's your favorite?"

"Mama's Peach Cobbler. But I know they won't have that, so anything is fine."

Signaling for Selina to come back over, I tell her, "A slice of chocolate cake for my date. As well as a glass of Moscato d'Asti."

Kierra narrows her gaze at me. "Two. I am only eating dessert if Daddy does, too."

The gasp from my employee is audible before she rights herself and says, "Of course. I'll have that right out to you."

My not so submissive date folds her arms over her chest, clearly irritated as Selina walks away and hisses, "It's not polite to take a woman to a restaurant that employs your fuck buddies. It's gross."

I can't help but chuckle at her obvious jealousy and the way her accent gets thicker when she's worked up. I like it a lot. "Is that a fact, baby girl?"

Her angry gaze turns into a furious glare. "Yeah it is. I guess a man like you thinks if he throws around enough money between a woman's legs, he can do anything he wants, right?"

"Careful, Kierra. Watch your tone or I will bend you over this table and spank your ass."

Her cheeks flush. "I'm glad this is only for one night, because I don't think I could tolerate you any longer than that."

As I observe her seething, I decide to end her suffering, despite thoroughly enjoying her attitude that practically begs for punishment. "I have never engaged in any sexual activity in this bar. I own this and they are all my employees. I don't fuck my employees. I have never and will never have anything more than a professional relationship with her."

"Oh," she says as I bite my lip to stop from laughing. Defiant little thing. As a Dominant, I should not encourage this behavior. It should infuriate me, but I find it endearing. I like a challenge and she's definitely that.

Selina comes back with our cake and sets a plate in front of both of us and our glasses of wine, and I instruct her, "That will be all for tonight. Thank you."

Kierra takes a sip of the wine. "Oh, I like that so much better."

I smile at her before taking a drink of mine, "It's a sweeter wine, so it pairs better with chocolate cake."

She blushes, "I don't know much about wine."

I want to tell her I'll teach her everything she needs to know, take her to a couple of wineries, but I don't because that will not happen. What the hell is wrong with me that I'd even think that? Like this will be long term and she'll be mine to show the world to. She's not.

One night, Sin. She's only yours until tomorrow.

Kierra takes a bite of the cake and moans, causing my cock to ache. I've been hard most of the night with her, but now I know my cock is weeping for her. I have excellent control and normally can make a woman come for hours before fucking her, but I can already tell this is going to be a struggle. One I may not win.

"Daddy," she whines in between bites, "You're not eating and that was our agreement."

I smirk at her. "You're right, baby girl. I enjoy watching you while you eat and enjoy your cake with those delicious little moans."

She blushes for me and I eat my damn cake that I have no interest in because I need to get her back to my house before I lose my mind and end up taking her virginity in my damn restaurant.

I'm beyond relieved when she declares she's had enough, and finishes the rest of her wine.

"Are you ready to go, then?"

Her lashes flutter as she raises her gaze to mine. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you for dinner."

I motion for her to come over to me and when she does, I grab onto her waist and pull her onto my lap, making her giggle. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pull her head down, and lick at the chocolate on her lips, "Just as I suspected it tastes far better on you than on a fork," and kiss her. Like before, she tastes sweet, like something too good for me but also too good to not have. Kierra is a glimpse into heaven when you know you'll never be allowed in. I'd gladly burn in hell for all eternity for one little taste. But of course it won't be one little taste. She's going to give me her every first. I have her hard limits and her experience memorized. She's been kissed one time before me. I've never wanted a virgin before, but this time I do. It's like I'm the artist and she's the most appealing blank canvas I've ever seen.

"Daddy," she whimpers as I pull away and I've reached my limit.

"Let's go, baby girl, while I have an ounce of self control left."

She giggles and climbs off my lap. I rise out of my chair uncomfortably with a cock so hard it actually hurts. We walk out of the restaurant with my arm around her, holding her close to me, and approach the waiting car.

Kierra gasps, "You didn't drive yourself?"

I chuckle, "Not tonight, baby girl."

Lowering my head down I whisper in her ear, "Because while I won't fuck you in the back of the car, I do intend to play with my pretty little toy."