Scream For me

We head downstairs to my waiting car and go to dinner, but I have no intention of letting things with Steve go. I can read people and that guy isn’t harmless.

“Wow, I had no idea this place was here.” We step down off the street through a hidden door and into a jazz club. The lights are dim, the ambiance is romantic as the sultry voice of a woman on stage fills the room.

“Evening, Mr. Vaughn,” the owner greets me, taking us to a quiet circular booth in the far back of the club. It’s secluded but we can still see the stage in the small room. We place our drink orders with the waiter.

“I love the velvet.” She runs her hand over the tufted material of the booth. “This place is like a throwback.”

“It used to be a speakeasy during prohibition. The owner, Les Palmer, his grandfather started it, then his father ran it and now he does. It’s a jazz club but on the weekends like tonight, they also have cabaret.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“So is this your go-to date spot?” She gives me a cute look but I know she’s being serious.

“No, baby.” I place my hand on her thigh beneath the table. “I’ve never brought any woman here.” I see it register on her face. Without saying it, I just told her that I never even brought my wife here. Mira didn’t enjoy things like this; she also wouldn’t enjoy the seduction of cabaret, even if it’s classy and the women don’t get completely nude.

“Here you are,” the waiter says, placing our glasses down. “I’ll be back in a little bit.” I nod and take a sip of my scotch.

“This is delicious.” Daphne sips her champagne cocktail. “How’s your scotch?”

“You know, it’s missing a little something.”

“Soda?” she says innocently and it makes me chuckle.

“No, something sweeter.” I lean in, running my hand up her thigh. “May I?” She looks at me, unsure.

“What?”

“Open your thighs for me.” She glances around the room. “Don’t worry, nobody is looking.”

“Um, are you sure?”

“Look at me, Daphne.” I reach with my other hand and turn her face back toward mine. “I need the taste of you on my tongue. You want to please me, don’t you?” She gingerly relaxes her legs and I slide my fingers beneath her panties, stroking up and down her slit and around her nub.

I kiss her exposed shoulder, up her neck to her ear while my fingers toy with her. “Keep your hands flat on the table.” She uncurls her fingers, flattening them out. “You get so wet for me so quickly. Have you been like that for other men?” I plunge both fingers inside her as she gasps.

“No.” She fights curling her fingers tight as I pump my fingers in and out of her. I can tell she’s close but she’s not letting herself relax enough to get there.

“I need you to come, baby.” I pump deeper, faster. I pull back, looking into her eyes. “Don’t hold back. I want your sweet, sticky cum on my fingers.”

“I-I-” She doesn’t get the chance to say it before I feel her flood my fingers.

“Good girl.” I pull them out slowly and bring them to the edge of my glass, rubbing her release on it. I reach back between her thighs, dipping my fingers inside her again, then bring them back to the glass. She stares at me, her eyes heavy as I pick up the glass and bring it to my lips, taking a sip. “So much better.”

“You’re kind of kinky.” I’m surprised to hear her say it, but it makes me smile.

I pull a handkerchief from my pocket and slip it beneath the table and between her thighs to wipe her clean. I bring it straight to my nose and inhale. “Does it bother you?”

“No.”

“Everyone has little kinks, even you, Daphne. What’s one of yours?” I lean back, my arm draped around her as I sip my drink. She tilts her head, tapping her finger against her glass as she thinks.

“I don’t think I have any, or at least I’ve never explored any.”

“Have we done anything particularly exciting for you? Made you curious about something else?”

“I-” She stops herself. “I’m not sure if I’m supposed to like it.”

“There’s no rules about what turns you on as long as it’s consensual and not illegal.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s necessarily kinky but I like when you push my limits. Like just now. I like it when you tell me what to do. I never would have thought about someone,” she lowers her voice, “fingering me in public or bending over the sink like in the bathroom at O’Malley’s.” Her face grows red as she takes a sip of her drink.

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Trust me, it’s a huge turn-on for me that you let me boss you around, that you trust me with control, even if you think you don’t trust me.” I wink at her and she laughs.

“I also have this other thing that I think I’ve always wondered about but

-you’re my first.”

She piqued my curiosity. “Your first?” I arch an eyebrow at her.

“Older men.”

“Ahh, seventeen years,” I say, reminding her of our age difference. “You know, technically, I’m old enough to be your father. Daddy issues.”

“Is that a bad thing?” She blushes as she twirls the stem of her glass between her fingers.

“Not if it excites you. I said I don’t think we should be shamed for what excites us unless it harms someone else.”

Then tell her what you want, coward.

“What other bad things do you want to do to me?” She looks down at her drink when she asks the question.

Get you pregnant.

Part of me wants to be that honest with her, just to see if she’ll run screaming or if it would excite her too. The other part of me is still trying to rationalize where this fantasy comes from. Mira and I planned Daisy, but it was never a kink for me, never something that got me off or made me feel like a fucking out-of-control caveman when I thought about my seed growing inside her. But with Daphne, the thought of seeing her belly swollen, knowing she was growing our child inside her has me ready to throw caution to the wind and act irrationally.

“Look at me.” Her eyes meet mine. “After we finish dinner, I’m going to fuck you in this booth.”

“What?” Her smile fades.

“Fucking you with my fingers in public was just the appetizer of my kink, baby.” Her eyes grow wider. I brush her hair from her shoulder as I detail what I want to do to her. “I want to watch you lose yourself in ecstasy in a room full of people who have no idea you’re getting your tight little cunt stuffed with my cock. I want to feel you quiver and tremble in my lap as you ride me.”

I look to my right to see our waiter approaching. “Evening, sir. Will you both be dining tonight?” I put in our order and we go back to sipping our drinks and enjoying the music until our food arrives.

“Are you going to deny me, Daphne?” I lean back in my seat after finishing my steak and run my fingers over her shoulder. “Or do you trust me to handle you discreetly?”

“Has exhibitionism always been your thing?” She doesn’t answer my question.

“Yes and no. I’ve always wanted to explore it, to know my partner trusts me enough to pleasure them in public. The idea of watching you so lost in how I’m making you feel that you don’t care what else is happening around you factors into that idea of my control over you.”

“The idea of it? So you’ve never done it before?”

“No, I haven’t. Besides bending you over the sink, that’s as public as it’s gotten for me.”

Her cheeks redden at the mention of our escapades the other night. “Did that turn you on? Me fucking you roughly in a public restroom?” She nods her head shyly. “Me too.” I run my lips softly over her shoulder. “I want to know you’re mine, Daphne-to touch”-I kiss her skin softly-“taste”- another kiss-“tease”-this time I bite her gently-“and fuck whenever and wherever I want.” I pull back when I see our waiter approaching the table, letting the words linger between us.

“May I have another?” she asks, pointing to her almost empty glass when he clears our plates.

“Of course. Sir?” He nods toward my empty glass.

“No, thank you.”

I run my hand up her exposed arm, and she nervously drills her fingers on the table. “Are you nervous?”

“Yes.”

“Are you wet?”