Chapter 47 Episode 47

“You can just stand in the corner for the time being,” he answers, suppressing a smile. No need to make the obvious jokes, I guess. I ignore him and take the seat opposite him. He gives me an amused look, but he doesn’t bother arguing. Instead, he digs in. I watch, though I’m pretending not to give a s**t, as he cuts off a large bite of the tiger prawn, ignoring the caviar. I’m tempted to tell him to take a bite of everything together, but I refrain. That’s not a hill I’m willing to die on. I watch as he takes the first bite. It’s difficult not to watch his lips as he chews. Who knew that watching a man eat could be so arousing? I’ve never experienced this before. When Dane would eat, I’d look away. He chewed with his mouth open, always dribbling bits onto his chin and beard. It was weirdly cute when we were dating. I’d tease him and wipe his face. But it quickly became embarrassing. Watching Anton eat my food, though… It has me squirming in my seat, inventing new ways to fake like I’m not ogling him. “Well?” I ask, waiting for a compliment that will never, ever come. I sigh bitterly. Shame on me for getting my hopes up for so much as a crumb of a “good job” or “tastes nice.” “I’ll go get your next course now,” I say, shoving away from the table. “No,” he says firmly, forcing me back into my seat with the simple power of his gaze. “No, I’m going to need a refill first.” He rubs the rim of his wine glass in a way that shouldn’t be but somehow is suggestive. “The bar is right there,” I point out. “I can see the bottle of wine on the counter. You can walk three feet, can’t you?” “I prefer to watch you walk.” Okay, he’s definitely flirting with me now. But I’m not sure what his motive is. Does he want to sleep with me? Or is he just trying to make me uncomfortable? Or worse still, is he expecting me to betray my feelings for him by reacting? Whatever the case, I give him nothing. I stand up and walk over to the bar to retrieve the wine bottle. It’s a beautiful vintage. The moment I pop the cork, the fragrance wafts out to greet me. I don’t think I’ve ever smelled a Sauvignon Blanc this summery as this before. “Anything else?” I ask through gritted teeth once I’ve filled his glass almost all the way to the rim. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.” “Right. Well, have at it. I’ll just pop into the kitchen.” “You will do no such thing. You’re going to stay right here and do as I ask,” he tells me. “What am I supposed to do, twiddle my f*****g thumbs in the corner?” Eyes flashing, Anton takes the stem of the wine glass in his supple fingers and pours a single, crystalline drop onto his napkin. He stays locked on me the whole time, not even blinking. “Oops,” he says. “Looks like I’ll need a new napkin.” This is not about service. This is about humiliating me. “You’re evil, you know that?” “So I’ve been told,” he replies lazily. “I’m not waiting on you anymore.” He just sits there, looking up at me with mild amusement. “ Are you negating our contract already? Because that’ll cause some problems.” “You want a problem?” I ask, feeling myself spinning out. “I’ll give you a problem.” Then, acting on pure instinct, I grab the half-finished glass of wine on the table and hurl it in his face. Like they do in movies. It’s dramatic and sudden. Even I’m shocked at myself. He doesn’t really move. Just sits there, looking… well… looking like he hasn’t just gotten a faceful of wine. Somehow, he makes it look good. The liquid dripping down his strong nose, winding past those full lips. The flicker of his tongue as he tastes it. “You’ve just made more work for yourself,” he tells me in an icy growl. “I… I’m sorry,” I hear myself saying. “I didn’t—I really shouldn’t have done that.” “No, kotyonok, you shouldn’t have,” he says. His voice is a low, dangerous snarl. More animal than man. It does something to me, like it’s bypassing my normal person filters and speaking directly to the cavewoman part of my brain. I’m shamefully wet. “I’ll—I’ll clean up.” I reach for the partially soaked napkin on the table. I freeze, wondering if I’ve succeeded in actually pissing him off this time. “No?” “Forget the table. You’ll need to clean me up first.” “You heard me, Jessa. Get on your knees.” Her eyes turn a dark hazel as she stares at me. She looks both terrified and expectant. She wants something to come of this night—she just hadn’t bargained for quite how much. I wonder for a moment if she’s considering defying me. Part of me hopes she does. I’d take a savage pleasure in breaking this little filly. But then, slowly, she sinks to her knees. She’s moving on autopilot. I feel like a puppet master, with a fistful of Jessa’s marionette strings held firmly in my hand. “Unbutton my shirt,” I rasp. She swallows hard. I watch her throat ride up and down. So fragile. So beautiful. So utterly naive. Her hands float up towards me. They undo the first button with difficulty, then the second, the third, until my torso is bared before her. The wine has trickled down to run between the grooves of my abs. “Now, clean up the mess you made.” She starts to reach for a napkin at the unused place setting. But before she can even get halfway there, I shoot my hand out and snag her wrist. “Not with that,” I correct. “You’re going to lick me clean.” Her eyes are huge. Caramel brown and emerald green flowing together. A lock of hair has fallen over her face. I reach out and smooth it back behind her ear. “It wasn’t a question, kotyonok.” The air in the room is impossibly tense. She looks up at me for a long time. Ten, twenty, fifty beats of our hearts. Well, of hers, at least. Her pulse is going a mile a minute. Mine is as cool as ever. I wonder again if she’s going to make me show her what happens when I am defied. But then, she does what I thought she’d never do. She leans in and drags her tongue over my skin. My c**k is stiff and it’s hard to concentrate on anything other than my need for her. She laps the wine up until the scent of it is replaced with hers. But she doesn’t stop there. Her uncertainty seems to dissipate as she licks her way down my body to the button of my pants. Slowly, she unzips me. My c**k nearly hits her in the face, but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she doesn’t hesitate as she runs her tongue over the head of my d**k. I shudder as the sweet warmth floods through my body. I’ve had thousands of blowjobs in my life, maybe more. But not a single one like this. She licks my head for a few seconds before she practically swallows my c**k. I’m not expecting her to take me so deep so soon. I press a hand to her head and push her down a little further, losing myself to new sensations. It’s been a while. Maybe that’s why it feels so intense. But somehow, I doubt it. I have a feeling this has more to do with the woman on her knees before me than anything else. She pulls out, gasping. I expect her to stand and claim she’s done as I asked, but she dives back down and starts sucking on my balls. I wince as she finds a sensitive corner between them and consumes me. And then I’m done waiting. I need to sate the desire coursing through me. This isn’t enough. Not even close. I grab her and yank her upwards. She yields easily, her eyes wide with uncertainty and desire. I force her to a standing position in front of me and then I start stripping her. She doesn’t move. She just stands there and lets me remove her clothes. She’s wearing white panties and a black bra. Both are practical, functional, not designed to be seen by a lover. But on her, they’re the sexiest f*****g thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Once she’s standing naked in front of me, I sit back and stare at her. She tenses, but doesn’t attempt to cover herself. I reach out to roll her breasts in my palms, enjoying the weight of them, the way she sighs at the friction. I follow the indentation that carves a straight line down her body to her belly button. The V between Jessa’s legs looks freshly shaven. Her p***y on full display. I reach out and run my fingers along her slit. She’s wet. Absolutely soaking wet. “Looks like you missed me,” I growl. She opens her eyes to glare at my throbbing c**k. “Right back atcha.” I smile and lift her leg at the same time. Hooking it around my hip, I line myself up with her entrance… Then I ease into her. “Oh God…” she gasps, her face twisting in pleasure. “Fuck.”