Seraph of Desire

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Marcus was looking forward to the weekend.
The week had been long, and a lot of effort, with unexpected meetings thrown in, and a presentation to several prestigious investors sprung upon him at short notice, by his Managing Director.

He needed to unwind, and Emily was perfect for him in that regard.
She was his ‘little flame-haired angel’, his sanctuary from the World, when he needed to relax.
He sensed she felt the same about him, but he hadn’t heard her declare it yet, but then, she was only just beginning to come out of her shell, after they had started seeing each other a month ago.

He clutched the handle of the bag showing the name and logo of a prestigious women’s boutique tightly in his hand, as he wound his way through the crowds towards the car park, and his journey home.

He planned to give her the gift when they returned to the Hotel Suite, after dinner. He had promised to meet her in the Hotel Bar, at 8pm.

He had booked the Suite, as he wanted to impress her and treat her as the beautiful young lady she was.
She had lit a fire within him in the brief time they had shared together, and he wanted to see if he could fan the flames within her too tonight.
This weekend was going to cost him a small fortune, but, he reasoned, she was the perfect excuse to enjoy his performance bonus, and be a little extravagant. He didn’t do this kind of thing all the time, and it would be a great weekend, he was sure of it.

It seemed funny, as he was normally so in control at work, to be thinking about impressing a younger woman. Then he realised she meant a lot to him, and yes, he DID want to impress her.
He wanted her to know what she meant to him, and he wanted to make her night unforgettable.

The drive home was uneventful, and he was soon preparing for the evening ahead.
He decided a long, hot shower was in order, and as he allowed the hot spray to cascade over him, he thought of her trim figure, her pert breasts, and long auburn hair.
As he massaged the shampoo into his scalp, he felt his cock starting to lengthen as he thought of her. He resisted the temptation to stroke it, but smiled to himself as he imagined what she might wear tonight….

Maybe the little black dress, black thigh highs and heels, which set off her hair colour perfectly, or perhaps she’d surprise him, by wearing a little summer dress, with no underwear, which she’d threatened to do, at some point and those cream wedge sandals he liked?
He had thought the ‘no underwear threat’ had been a joke, but there was something mischievous in her eyes when she said it. Those piercing blue orbs which he could stare into for days, as she spoke sweet words to him.
He was hypnotised by her voice, her smooth accent, and soft tones, they were like the hot spray in this shower, relaxing and pleasant.

He shook himself out of his reverie, and rinsed the shampoo from his hair, then washed himself thoroughly, the lemon scent strong in the enclosed space; glad he had invested in a personal trainer a while back, to help him sculpt his body – the firm pecs & abs, and strong arms and legs, which he knew Emily liked, when he wrapped her in his arms.

He shut off the water and dried quickly, indulging in another activity he enjoyed but rarely had time to indulge in – a close, wet shave. He used a steel blade, pivot-mounted in a walnut wood handle. The rich colour almost the same as his hair.

As he ran his foam filled fingers over the stubble and made sure every inch of it was covered, he raised the sharp steel to his cheek, and slowly, deliberately, scraped it downwards, relishing the sound and feel of the hair coming away, leaving in its wake, a smoothness which rivalled a baby’s skin. Soon, he had finished, and stroked his fingertips across his cheeks and chin, wondering if Emily would do the same later. He hoped so, imagining her lips skimming across his cheek as she kissed him, and perhaps her lips would venture to other places than his cheek, especially after the gift he planned to give her.
He poured a couple of drops of his favourite cologne into his palm and massaged it over his now-smooth face, enjoying the astringent feel of the lemony spice-based scent (Lacoste)

He packed everything away and walked through to the bedroom and dressed.
He had chosen a classic combination for tonight, nothing too formal, but a subtly textured white shirt, with a pair of khaki chinos and a navy blue jacket, paired with black leather shoes.

He checked everything looked straight in the mirror, then grabbed the bag for Emily, and headed out to the car.

His car was his pride and joy. His Jaguar XE was sleek, powerful and no too ostentatious, but allowed him the little luxury he liked every day.

He jumped in, and started the engine before driving to the Hotel, the growling-engined car making short work of the twisting road, and winding hills into town.

He arrived with plenty of time, so he sat at the bar, and ordered a Scotch with ice, and waited for Emily to show.

He was not disappointed – he hadn’t expected to be, but she looked stunning! Her outfit suited her perfectly, and gave her a classy, yet sexy look. He was pleased to see her entrance to the bar turn several heads, as she walked sinuously over to him with feline poise and grace.

“Emily!” He smiled; as he stood, and leaned down to kiss her lightly on the cheek. “You look….amazing!”
He stepped back and offered her the seat next to his, pulling it out for her sit.
 
The sun still shone brightly through the wispy lace covered windows as Emily applied makeup to her freshly washed face. She turned to glance at the clock on the night table next to the bed, she wanted to take her time, but she didn’t want to be late, either. Before going further, she wanted to be sure to choose just the right colours for the outfit she had chosen, one that was sure to be a surprise to Marcus. That thought brought a smile to her lips…so much time and effort had been put into choosing just the right dress.

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Standing, she walked over to the closet door where she had hung her dress yesterday. She had been very happy to find it in the second store where she stopped during her afternoon off from work. She knew the colour suited her, and exactly what jewelry and heels she had at home to go with it. She put the skirt on first, fastening it around her slim waist; then, carefully pulled the top over her head. Looking into the full-length mirror, she slipped her hands down over the skirt to smooth out any wrinkles, slid into her shoes, and walked back to the dressing table to place a simple bracelet on her wrist and matching earrings. Finishing her makeup with a touch of lipstick, she looked at her hair and decided to keep it down. It looked lovely with the curls cascading down her back, and she knew Marcus loved to push it from her face each time he kissed her goodnight.

Gathering her purse, wrap and a small over night case, she stepped out of her apartment locking the door behind her, and made her way to the street where the doorman hailed a taxi for her. Settling herself in the back, she gave him the address of the hotel where they were to meet and lost herself in remembering the first day she had met Marcus – that handsome man in front of her at the coffee shop. It was his suit that first intrigued her, she loved how it fit him - the way it seemed to made just for him, and it probably was.

Smiling to herself, glancing out the window at the cars and people passing by on the streets, she knew tonight was going to be special. Their dates had certainly been wonderful and exciting, but she knew Marcus had something very special planned, hence, the hotel where they were meeting. Entering the hotel, she made her way into the bar and saw Marcus. Not even glancing at the others she passed, she walked up to him and greeted him before having a seat in the chair he offered.
 
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Marcus noticed how several of the other men and one or two women followed Emily’s passage through the Bar with their own eyes.
He couldn’t help but feel a little smug, knowing the gorgeous redhead joining him was his date for the night, and hopefully beyond.

She took his breath away.
Her outfit was amazing! She looked……well, good enough to eat!
He allowed his eyes to drop to her legs as she crossed them, after taking the seat next to him, and the transparent panel in the skirt showed just enough toned thigh to tease him, whilst still looking classy.
The stiletto heels finished the ensemble perfectly. She had obviously taken a lot of care choosing this look, but made it seem effortless!

He brushed her hair out of her eyes, smiling briefly into the piercing blue orbs, before he leaned across to kiss her lightly on the lips.
“Hey Beautiful. Good to see you.”
He smile into her kiss as she returned it, obviously pleased to see him too.

As she didn’t have her case with her, he assumed she had asked the Concierge or a Porter at Reception to arrange for it to be taken to their Suite.

“I took the liberty of ordering a drink for us. I hope you approve, as I chose this wine because I enjoy it, and hope you will too.”

He looked over at the young female bartender who nodded to a slightly older woman, maybe in her mid-twenties - and it was she who approached.
“Hi – Do you have that bottle of ‘Paul Goerg Premier Cru Brut’ Champagne I reserved?”
She smiled, her blonde bangs bobbing, as she nodded.
“Yes, Sir. It’s on ice as we speak. Shall I bring it over to you now with a couple of glasses, or would you prefer me to open and pour it for you?”

He smiled, in appreciation, as this young woman’s appearance belies her obvious experience in her field.
Her name badge proclaiming her to be ‘Naomi – Sommelier’.
She reached into the cooler and produced the bottle, its simple gold-trimmed label subtly announcing the nectar within.
She opened a polished dark wooden panel, which he had assumed was decorative, and retrieved a couple of polished cut-crystal champagne flutes.
“Only the best glasses to accompany this fine wine. If I may say so, Sir, you have exquisite taste. I hope you both enjoy this.”

Marcus smiled, thanking her, and taking the offered cloth, which he draped over his jacketed arm, before undoing the foil top, and unwinding the wire cap, and dropping them both by the ice-bucket, before grasping the cloth between thumb and forefinger and gently twisting the cork free, with a smooth hiss of escaping gas.
He then poured a small amount into each glass, before offering one to Emily.
“What do you think? If you don’t like it, we can drink something else.”

He watched intently as she raised the glass to her glossed lips, and took a small sip. His eyes never left her face, as he wanted to see what she thought.
He wasn’t trying to be pretentious, but wanted her to enjoy some of the finer things in life that he did.
He loved its dry, and fruity flavour, as it fizzed over the tongue. It wasn’t as heavy as some, but the creamy citrus notes entranced him time and again when he drank it.
As he leaned a little closer to her, he caught the scent of her perfume, and smiled, as the two scents mingled.

He watched her face for a reaction.

He didn’t want to get her drunk, just enjoy a nice drink before they went through to the private booth in the Restaurant for dinner.

Her smile was all he needed to see.
He poured a generous amount into her glass, before topping up his glass, and taking a sip closing his eyes, to savour the fizz, before opening them to see her looking at him with a hint of amusement on her face.
He smiled – telling her:
“There are some things in life which must be savoured, for instance, the company of a beautiful woman…” He tipped his glass towards her in acknowledgment, before adding:
“and fine wine.”

A young man, with swept back blond hair approached dressed in a simple white shirt and black chinos.
“Mr. Allen? Your table is ready for you, if you’d please like to follow me?”

He waited for Marcus to stand and offer his hand to Emily before he turned, and led them through to the Restaurant and the private booth at the back, to one side, so they were quite secluded and unlikely to be disturbed by anyone ‘just passing through’, which was exactly what Marcus wanted.

The young man bade them to take their seats and once settled, offered them menus, for both wine and the extensive food menu.
“Susan will look after you both. I hope you enjoy a pleasant evening. If I can help, in any way, just ask for Matthew, (he taps his name-badge) I’m the Duty Manager this evening, and my aim is to give you the best experience possible whilst you’re here!”

He grinned, cheekily, before leaving them both alone, and walking up to a petite young-woman with ash-blonde hair cut into a bob-style, who nodded in response to something he seemingly said.

After a few minutes, she walked over, full of purpose.
“Good evening. I am Susan and I will be looking after you this evening. Would you like any other drinks, before you order?”

Marcus looked over at Emily and gestured for her to order another drink if she so wished. He asked for the rest of the bottle of Champagne, they had started at the Bar.

He waited patiently for Emily to order her meal.
He knew what he wanted, and would order his Thai Prawns to start, with a rare steak and fries, tomatoes, mushrooms and peas for a main course. Dessert – well, he’d decide on that later.
He hoped it might be Emily…..
 
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Glancing up from the menu, Emily saw Marcus watching her. Smiling, she said, "I'll continue with the wine you've ordered for us, and I think I'll start with a Ceasar Salad, followed by grilled Salmon with Wild Rice and roasted asparagus." She finished her order as she looked at Susan.

Emily could tell that her outfit had made an impression upon Marcus. Although he hadn't said anything, she saw the appreciation in his eyes, and was glad she had taken such care. She wanted this weekend to be unforgettable for them both, and she had every intention of making that happen. It didn't go by unnoticed that they were in a part of the room that was secluded from other patrons, but she was sure Marcus had ensured this. He always took such care in the details of their previous dates, it was unlikely that this would be any different.

After picking up her wine and taking a sip, she said
"From what I've seen of the hotel, its very lovely, Marcus. Everyone has been polite and helpful. Did I keep you waiting long?" She placed her glass on the table while her other hand reached across the table to touch his, her "Candy Apple Red" nails in contrast to his tanned hands.
 
Emily had class.
She looked stunning! Normally by now Marcus would have complimented her on her appearance, but he was still smiling over the reaction of the gathered patrons in the Bar.

As she ordered her meal, Marcus marvelled at how simple, yet sophisticated, her selection was.
The choices complimented each other perfectly.
Susan quickly disappeared to place their orders with the chef.

When Emily took the decision to place her hand on his, he noticed her bright red nails. It spoke volumes about her confidence as a smart, sexy woman, to contrast her black dress with such a bold colour, and yet, it also communicated to him her desire to be ever so slightly overtly sexual for him.

“No, you didn’t keep me waiting more than a couple of minutes – but it was worth the wait to see your entrance!”

He gently placed his other hand on top of hers, and leaned across the table to speak in low tones.
“Did you notice how many people turned to stare as you walked across the bar to me? That was so hot! I know I asked you to ‘dress sexy’, and you certainly did that! You’re such a good girl for me!”

He sipped his Champagne and replaced his glass on the table, before gently removing his hands from hers, and walking around the table to sit next to her, then looked her in the eye, and taking her hand in his again.
“I wanted to make tonight fun for us. I wanted to do a little roleplay tonight. I think you’ll enjoy it.
When we’re alone, I want you to call me ‘Daddy’, can you do that for me baby?”


He stroked her hand beneath his, and waited for her reply.

She seemed surprised. He had never suggested roleplay before, but Marcus just had a feeling she’d go for it. Emily seemed prepared to please him, every time they met.
She didn’t come across as overly submissive, as she still had a confident streak, but the way she reacted when they spoke, and how softly spoken she became, when they made love, made Marcus wonder.

He decided to up the stakes.
As he sat beside her and sipped his champagne again, he allowed his other hand to drop beneath the pristine while cotton tablecloth, and rested it lightly on her thigh, just above her knee, and stroked gently.
Her sharp and sudden intake of breath showed him he had surprised her.

“Does that feel nice, baby? Should I Continue?”
 
“I want you to call me ‘Daddy’…I want you to call me ‘Daddy’…” His words kept running through her mind. Her heart was still pounding at his words, although she really had no idea why. As he had come around the table to sit beside her, she knew he had something important to say. But, this certainly was not what she had imagined. As he stroked her hand softly, Emily continued to let the refrain go through her mind. She knew he was waiting for an answer, but what could she say?

Marcus’ hand on her knee was another surprise. Just that action brought her out of thoughts, and back to the table. She knew she needed to respond. Instead, she answered his second question, “Should I continue?”

She wasn’t worried about being seen or heard as she smiled and said,
“I would be disappointed if you didn’t, Marcus, especially as we have this wonderful, secluded area to ourselves.”

Picking up her glass, she took a sip of the champagne and smiled to herself while he watched. She almost thought she had surprised him by her answer, but then again, she knew Marcus, or thought she did.

From the corner of her eye she saw that Susan was bringing their first course. The Thai Prawns that Marcus was having smelled amazing compared to her Caesar Salad. As their plates were set before them, Emily placed her hands in her lap, slightly brushing against the one Marcus still had on her knee. She looked at him, gently covered his hand with her own, and took a moment to think about this ‘Daddy’ thing that he had mentioned. What exactly was it about? Certainly calling him ‘Daddy’ wasn’t going to matter to her one way or the other. In fact, just hearing him say it had made her pulse race and her heart to pound.
Waiting to be alone again, she looked at Marcus, looking so very handsome tonight.

“A role play where I call you ‘Daddy’?”
 
When Emily said she would be disappointed if he didn’t continue, Marcus almost choked on his Champagne. At least he thought he managed to conceal his surprise, barely.

He felt he should elaborate, and continue his 'game'.

“I want you to be my little girl, who will do anything to please me. Anything.”
He squeezed her hand under his gently, by way of emphasising this point.

Just then, their entrees arrived.
Emily’s Caesar salad looked good, but far too healthy for him, as Marcus tucked into his prawns, fork held in one hand, as his other nestled upon her knee, brushing against her own, which she then placed on top of his.

As they were left alone again, Marcus looked into her eyes, and said:
“Eat your salad. Let Daddy play whilst we eat.”

He was pleased when she said, barely above a whisper:
“Yes, Daddy.”
As she picked up your fork, he allowed his hand to slide higher on her thigh, brushing up under the hem of her skirt. He started to stroke gently, as she lifted the fork to her mouth, and he watched her take a bite, looking incredibly sexy doing it.

He wanted to tease her as they ate, to ‘heat her up’ a little before they retire upstairs for the night.
His food was easy to eat with one hand, as the prawns were firm enough and stayed on the fork, with no effort.
His hand continued to tease her thigh, stroking lightly and working his way a little further up and then dipping between them, causing her to gasp lightly and after he applied gentle pressure, to spread them slightly wider apart to give him better access.

He raised his fork with the last prawn on it towards Emily.
"Do you want to try this?" He asked her.
She nodded and smiled before taking the prawn from his fork, with a 'Mmmm' sound, and another smile.

“Are you enjoying all of this, Emily?” He asked, leaving the double-meaning of his question hanging in the air, as he placed his fork upon his near-empty plate. Only a few light smears of the lemon-grass sauce marked his plate now.

He looked into her eyes again and smiled, both to reassure her, and to look for any reaction.
 
“I'm enjoying this very much, Daddy," Emily answered in a quiet voice.

The prawns were delicious, but Emily was more focused on what his hand was doing under her skirt, his fingers gently stroking...and what his words were doing to her inside. Its not as if they hadn't been together before, but tonight seemed even more intimate than others. Maybe it was the way Marcus had asked her to call him "daddy". How his voice had softened, how his eyes had watched her. It made her feel vulnerable, but in a good way. It didn't frighten her in the least, and this game he wanted to play this evening was beginning to sound very appealing.

With Marcus' hand between her thighs, Emily could feel herself becoming slightly aroused. She was almost embarrassed, but kept telling herself that it was normal to be aroused...even in a public setting such as this, when someone had their hand between your legs. She tried to act nonchalant, and continued to eat her meal, but her heart beat a little faster than it had when she'd arrived. She moved her foot slightly to the side opening her legs just a bit more, hoping Marcus didn't notice.

"Marcus...I mean, Daddy. May I have more wine, please?"

With that, she decided to wait patiently for him to elaborate on this game that he wanted to play.

Isn't that what good girls do, after all?
 
Marcus smiled as Emily replied:
"I'm enjoying this very much, Daddy."
She then seemed almost subconsciously to move her legs apart, just a little to allow him easier access to her most intimate place.

Many women would have started to lose their composure at being so teasingly stroked at dinner.
She continued to eat, looking to the rest of the world as if everything was completely normal.

When she asked "Marcus...I mean, Daddy. May I have more wine, please?";
his smile grew even wider.
“Of course, baby.” He replied, before putting down his fork, because his other hand was already busy, and picking up the chilled bottle to pour her some more of the bubbling pale golden wine.
He also refilled his glass, definitely enjoying where this evening was heading so far.

He moved his hand even further North, and drew soft circles on the inside of her thigh, suppressing a laugh, as she gasped when his fingers made contact with her panties. He just rested his fingertips there, letting her feel the pressure against her sex.
Was that lace? His mind asked him.

After a few moments he began to trace the outline of her lips through the thin material, enjoying the pause, when she needed to breathe, and she looked over to him and smiled.
It was such a simple smile, both innocent, and so, so alluring at the same time.
Did she have any idea just how alluring she seemed right now.
It was all he could do, not to jump to his feet, sweep all the dishes off the table and take her right there, but even for him, that was a step too far, at least here.

Instead he eased a fingertip past the elastic holding the thin material against her soft skin, and pulled the material to one side, before replacing the fingertip, which he stroked along her now naked slit.

He could see he was having an effect on her. As she put down her knife and fork momentarily, and rested her palms on the soft white cotton tablecloth.
He felt her shudder, as he slid that fingertip just a little deeper, before removing it and raising it to his mouth, sucking it clean of her scent, and the thin sheen of her secretions.
“Mmmm! Delicious!” He smiled, as he looked her in the eye and using the same hand, raised his glass to his lips and took a sip of his champagne.

“I want you to remove your panties, and hand them to me, under the table.” He whispered, before smiling and taking another sip.

All this sexy play was making him hard.
 
Emily was barely keeping her composure as she watched him pour her another glass of wine, but as she felt his finger moving across her the lacy panties she had dressed in just hours before, she could barely contain her gasp.

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But feeling him put aside her panties and start sliding his finger along her lips was too much. She needed to focus on keeping control here at table, and putting aside her knife and fork, she placed her hands on the white table cloth in order to focus on something other than the finger he was now sucking with her scent upon it.

Then she heard his say “I want you to remove your panties, and hand them to me, under the table.” And she sat there looking at his incredulously. “You…you want me to take them off HERE?”, she whispered. Her eyes moved from his face to glance around the room to see if anyone else had heard him, and then was reminded of how secluded their table was. No one could have heard him unless they were at the table next to his, as she was.

She watched him as he continued to sip his wine, not answering her. He seemed to really be enjoying the small bit of turmoil she was in. She had never in her life done anything remotely daring, but she didn’t want to upset such a lovely evening, either. Taking a deep breath, she slipped her hands under her skirt, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Lifting her bottom slightly off the seat, she slid them down to her knees and carefully, one foot at a time, took them off. Holding them in her lap just a few moments, she looked at Marcus and said, “Here are my panties, Daddy” and placed them in his lap. She wondered if he would notice that they were damp from all the teasing he had done earlier.
 
Marcus smiled as Emily hesitantly placed her panties from her lap into his.

He could see the embarrassment on her face, and knew it would pass quickly as she remembered they were in essence, alone.

As he picked them up to place them in his jacket pocket, he could feel a tiny damp spot on the crotch and paused to swipe a finger over it and then making sure she was watching him, slowly licked her juice with his tongue smiling from ear to ear.

“Very nice – I like these!”

“Mmmm…Delicious!” He grinned. “I’m going to want some of that from the source later, baby.” He told her.

He then tucked the sexy purple wisp of lace into his jacket pocket, just before Susan, their waitress returned to clear their plates.

She returned in a few moments with their main courses.

As Susan left them, she said “It’s pretty quiet in here tonight. No other bookings so far. Everyone else is seated out front, so no need to feel rushed, take your time. I’ll check in on you every ten minutes or so, to see if you’re ready for dessert, OK?”

She gives a dazzling smile before disappearing to the front Dining Area, where most of her attention is needed.

Marcus smiles, before gesturing to Emily to start her meal, as it won’t stay hot forever!

He tucks into his steak and fries, savouring the blend of flavours, the buttery softness of the steak, cooked rare, as he likes it, with crispy fries, and fried mushrooms, with green minted peas as a concession to healthy eating.

They swap small talk, about their days, since they last met and what they did at work today, before long, Marcus’ hand strays to Emily’s thigh again. They both continue to eat, until their plates are clean, as the meals were delicious!

“I can’t help myself; you’re just so damned irresistible tonight!” He says, as he caresses the warm, soft skin under his fingers. Before long, his fingers were back, teasing her moist lips, now uncovered by the lack of underwear.

Marcus was enjoying teasing her, but his own discomfort was becoming more obvious, as his hardening cock made itself evident.

He adjusted himself, to Emily’s amusement, before continuing to tease her, and sipping his Champagne.

He slides a finger into her as deep as he can then withdraws it and makes a show to her of sucking her juices from it.

“Mmmmm…that’s what I call a dessert!” He grins.

He leans back in his seat and smiles at Emily, looking a little hot and bothered, but then, she has every right to!

“Babygirl – I want you to get under the table and tease me with your mouth. No-one else can see us, it’ll be fun!”

He smiles, holding her gaze.

Will she go through with it, for him? .....
 
Emily’s eyes widened as she watched Marcus clean his finger and sit back. It was his next words that really flustered her. Not that she hadn’t ever thought about something like that, in theory…hadn’t every girl thought at least once? What it would be like, how it would be so sexy, what if they got caught? She just never thought she’d hear someone say those words to her, “…get under the table and tease me with your mouth….”

Her heart racing as fast as her mind was at the moment, she wiped her hands on her napkin and tucked her hair behind her right ear, biting her lip the entire time. What in the world was she going to do? It wasn’t as if she’d never sucked his cock before. She remembered that Susan had said she’d check them every ten minutes or so. It had already been quite a while. Things in the front must have picked up and kept her busy. Maybe if she timed things right, she could be back in her seat before Susan came back again.

Swiftly, she kicked her shoes off under the table, pushing them aside with her now bare foot; not realizing she had pushed them completely out from under the table.

“If you’re absolutely sure that’s what you want, Marcus…I mean, Daddy…then, I’ll do whatever a good girl should do.” She said quickly, and with a giggle slid her bottom off the seat and ducked under the tablecloth. She heard Marcus chuckle when her hand darted up to her seat and grabbed her purse – just in case Susan came back, Marcus could say she went to powder her nose, or something, she thought!

Emily couldn’t believe she was really going to do this for the first time in her life. But, once she made up her mind, she was truly enjoying the idea. It was obvious to her because she could feel the tingling and the wetness forming between her legs at this very moment.

Marcus had his legs spread under the table, looking quite comfortable except for the bulge in his pants. That didn’t look comfortable at all, smiling at the thought. Kneeling before him, her hands sliding lightly up his thighs, she let them rub his bulge before reaching for his belt and swiftly opening it and his trousers. Marcus slid just a bit lower under the table, making it easier for her to move up over him. Tentatively, she let her tongue run up the underside of his hard cock, then took him in her mouth and began sucking just the tip whilst flicking her tongue over and around the top.

That’s when she heard Susan, “I’m sorry it has taken so long to get back here and check on you, things were a mite busy in the front.”

Emily’s eyes widened at Susan’s voice, and she paused just a moment before continuing to tease Marcus with her mouth, wondering how long will he be able to converse with Susan while I’m doing this?

Susan had noticed walking in that he was sitting alone and assumed his guest had gone to powder her nose after finishing her meal, but as she came closer to the table, her foot hit something. Looking down, she saw a pair of shoes lying next to the table.

Smiling, she looked at Marcus and asked, “How was your dinner, Sir? I hope you and your lady enjoyed it. Are you ready for some dessert?”
 
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Marcus knew he was pushing Emily’s boundaries tonight.
First he all but demands she call him ‘Daddy’, then he asked her to get under the table and fellate him.
He had to admit, he was pleasantly surprised when she actually did it!
He was expecting her to deflect his advances until they could make their way upstairs to the Suite.

When he felt her hands sliding lightly up his thighs, and then rub his pulsing bulge before opening his belt and removing him from his underwear. As she let her tongue run up the underside of his hard cock, and then took him in her mouth and began sucking just the tip whilst flicking her tongue over and around the top.

Marcus smiled widely, even more so, when she reached back up to the seat and grabbed her purse.
Just then, Susan returned. Marcus knew Emily has heard her because she briefly stopped her ministrations. After a couple of seconds, she continued to suck him, sliding her mouth slightly further down his flesh, so he could feel her nose tapping into the waistband of his trousers.

Susan looked down for a few seconds, seemingly puzzled before she asked about dessert, and Marcus replied:
“Mmmm….I think something sweet and fruity is in order. What would you suggest?”
The feeling of Emily’s tongue sliding teasingly slowly up and down his column was exquisite. Marcus just wanted to allow his head to tilt back, but that would have made it obvious to Susan that something was going on.

Susan thought for a second and then replied.
“We have a new pastry chef from England. His desserts are divine. If you have room, I might suggest his ‘Spotted Dick?’ Most people prefer it with custard or ice-cream, but I prefer it with fresh cream – Mmmm…delicious! The perfect mouthful!”

She paused and smiled before continuing:

“It’s always good for providing that ‘prolonged energy burst’. If that’s what you need! I’ll just leave these menus on the table for you both!”

Susan winked conspiratorially and then added:
“Oh, and I noticed your Lady’s shoes. I must say she has magnificent taste. I wish I could look that good in heels, or out of them - come to that. I’ll come back in a few minutes to check on you both and see how you got on with your choices, and whether it was hard to decide….”
The way she had emphasised the word 'hard', made it clear she had a good ie of what was going on, but then, Marcus had asked for privacy and would pay handsomely for it, when the time came.

She grinned, and then turned on her heels and left them alone again.

From above the table, Marcus chuckled then said-“It seems we’ve been rumbled, baby. No need to stop just yet, Daddy is really enjoying what you’re doing!
He felt Emily shift position under the table slightly, and then wrapping her lips around his cock, she sank down onto him taking his full length into her hot, wet mouth, until she had him all.

Marcus moaned. It was fortunate they were alone, as no-one else (well apart from Susan) knew he was being pleasured, and he could feel himself drawing closer to an orgasm.

If Emily wanted to bring him off here, he was fine with that, as it would allow him to last longer, later – but he had only asked her to tease him.
 
Under the table, Emily listened to the exchange between Marcus and Susan. When she heard Susan mention her shoes, she almost jumped in surprise. She knew, at that point, that Susan knew exactly where she was and what she was doing.

There was no sense stopping now, and showing her face while Susan was still standing there.

Still, she felt a bit embarrassed about having been found out…worse, right in the middle of the act! It would be a difficult to face Susan when she returned to find out what they had decided about dessert.

Hearing her leave, Emily took him fully in her mouth one last time. Repressing a giggle as she heard Marcus moan and felt him relax, she eased off his length and returned to teasing with her tongue. As much as she enjoyed having him in her mouth, she didn’t want to end things here.

Swirling her tongue around his tip one last time, Emily climbed back up into her seat. Wiping her mouth with her napkin, she smiled at Marcus before patting her hair.

He was busy clearing his throat at the abruptness of her appearance at his side. She looked quickly from the corner of her eyes, trying to hide her smile. Should I have waited, she thought?

Looking around for her shoes, she found that Susan had discreetly kicked them back under the table, right next to her purse. Just another reminder that there was someone who knew what she had been doing. She was almost sorry she had done what he’d requested. Emily bent over to pick them up her shoes and, once they were on, reached into her purse. She wanted to fix herself up before Susan returned.

“Did you see something on the dessert menu that you liked, Daddy? Or, do you like the dessert that Susan suggested? ‘Spotted Dick’? With fresh cream?” she asked, before pulling out a silver filigreed compact and a tube of lipstick. She didn’t wait for an answer, but applied her lipstick carefully, so it wouldn’t be smudged.

When she was satisfied that things were in place, she tucked everything back into her purse and placed it beside her. Picking up one of the dessert menus that Susan had left behind, Emily pretended to read it while waiting for some kind of response from Marcus, who was shifting in his seat.

Then, she looked over at Marcus wondering what else he had in store for the evening.
 
Marcus smiled after clearing his throat, as Emily reappeared from beneath the white tablecloth.
“Thanks, baby. That felt so good!”
Emily asked about his preference for dessert before producing an ornate-looking compact and lipstick from her bag, and touching up her lips, so they looked perfect again, after they had become slightly smudged during the earlier activity.

This was the most daring thing they had done together.
He was so proud of her - he hoped she didn't feel humiliated by it.
She was definitely his good girl - and tonight, he'd not only tell her, he'd show her!

Marcus perused the dessert menu. In truth he didn’t know what to choose. He excused himself to go to the men’s room, to think on his choice. Emily seemed a little disappointed he would leave her there alone, but he told her before he went:
“Don’t worry, baby. Susan wouldn’t dare disrespect you or I, and neither would Matthew. I spend too much money here for them to risk upsetting me. Just enjoy your drink, and make a choice for both of us, for when I come back, OK? Can you do that for me?”
He bent down and kissed her, gently on the lips before turning to depart.
Although he had tried to be discreet, his erection bulging in the front of his trousers was evidence enough of the effect Emily had on him.

After a moment or so, Susan returned, and seeing Marcus wasn’t there, started to turn away, but then, she turned back and hesitantly approached the table with Emily sat the other side of it.

“Excuse me, Maam?” She said quietly. “I hope you don’t think me disrespectful, but I hope you can forgive me. I worked out what was going on before, and I….” She looked quite nervous, as she gathered her courage to speak again.
“I think you are incredibly sexy. To have the confidence to please your man like that. I find that so inspirational. I wish I could do something like that with my boyfriend!”


Her face was becoming noticeably pink, as her embarrassment grew.
“Please don’t tell Mr. Allen – but if he were my man, I’d beg him to take me right there, on the table, until I screamed! I hope you both have an amazing night. You are so lucky. He is really ummm…..hot! I wish I had an older boyfriend, ‘cos I’d want him to look like Mr. Allen!”

As she was speaking her hand seemed to unconsciously drift to her small breasts, as she obviously either daydreamed or replayed what she thought was going on in her mind’s eye, before she caught herself and returned her hand to her side.

“One day, I hope to be as sophisticated and free-spirited, as you. I have a bit of time to think now, as the other diners are starting to leave for Theatre shows, so it’s got a little quiet. I really want to try what you were doing, with my boyfriend, although, it probably doesn’t quite have the same effect at a MacDonalds!”


She grinned, as she thought for a moment.
“You know – there are enough servers out front to cope. I could ask Matthew if I could stay back here and take care of any requirements you both had? I think I could learn from you both, and I could sure use some extra tips!”

She blushed even more then, and cleared her throat before excusing herself, and hurrying away, as she spotted Marcus approaching.

Marcus took his seat.
“See anything you like, for the two of us?” He asked with a smile on his face, before he leaned in to kiss Emily lightly on the neck.
When he sat back and looked into her eyes, he saw she looked a little distracted.
"Are you OK?" He asked her.
 
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Watching Marcus leave the table, Emily chuckled to herself. He must be very uncomfortable right now.

She was quite pleased with herself, even though she really couldn’t believe that she had actually done what he had asked. She suspected he might have simply been testing to see how far she would go, and was quite pleased himself at the moment. It was a good feeling, knowing that she had aroused him that way.

She looked up when she heard Susan speaking to her. Why does she look so embarrassed? I’m the one that should be embarrassed about being caught!

As she listened to Susan go on about her boyfriend and how she wished she could be so ‘sophisticated and free-spirited’, Emily almost laughed. If she only knew how she conservative I am, and that I only did this because I had agreed to play Marcus’ game of “Daddy”, she thought with a slight blush.

Then, it hit her, watching her touching her breast and listening to her talking about ‘any requirements’ they might have. Susan wanted to stay and play the game with them. Was it just her imagination? Was she just hearing things a certain way because she was aroused, or did Susan really mean what Emily thought she was saying.

Flustered, she put down the menu that she had been playing with the entire time Susan had spoken. She hadn’t even looked at it as Marcus had requested. She looked over to where she had watched him leave, wondering just how much longer he would be, when she saw him returning to the table.

As he sat down, she leaned towards him a little bit. It was comforting to have him back, especially now that she was a little unsure of where she thought Susan might want to go, and a little taken aback by the entire conversation she’d listened to.

Did Susan really think that Emily did this sort of thing all the time? Of course, she had no way of knowing what Susan was really thinking, but Emily still found it hard to wrap her mind around it.

It wasn’t until Marcus asked her if she was okay that she looked up to find Susan had left them alone again.

“Daddy, I think Susan wants to join us.” Watching his face, she continued, “She was going on and on about how she thought I was ‘sophisticated’ for … you know, being under the, uh, table.“ She finished, stammering.

Her wine had sat untouched the entire time Marcus was gone, and only now did she reach over to get a drink and try to calm herself.

Blushing again, not from what she had done but from what she thought Susan was insinuating, “Maybe I misunderstood, but she said she might be able to continue working back here with us and helping with…” leaning over, she whispered, “OUR REQUIREMENTS!”

She picked up the dessert menu, and looked up at Marcus who was smiling. She couldn’t help but smile back.

“Let’s order something to enjoy in our room. Does that sound delicious, Daddy?”

This would help her avoid Susan, and take care of any uneasiness she had about her suggestion to be of ‘assistance’ to them.

Emily leaned back in her chair, still wondering if she may have misunderstood the entire conversation, but knowing, in the back of her mind, that she understood things clearly. Susan had offered to be in their little game.
 
As Marcus returned to the table, it was clear that something had happened to put Emily off-balance.
As she explained about the ‘admission’ Susan had made, and the apparent offer to help with their ‘requirements’ it was clear that it had made her apprehensive.

Marcus was slightly amused, as he had thought Susan too shy to even say such a thing, but she was a pretty little thing, with an obvious subservient streak, which was just as well; considering the job she did, and although she may have been a tempting diversion, she would not be able to compare herself to Emily for a number of years yet, if ever. She was too young, innocent and impatient to enjoy the kind of relationship Marcus and Emily shared.

The thought of what it might do to her if she knew what Marcus had planned for Emily tonight, would probably corrupt her for life, even if she understood the implications.

When Emily suggested “Let’s order something to enjoy in our room. Does that sound delicious, Daddy?” he readily agreed.

He sipped his Champagne, draining the cut-glass flute just as Susan reappeared, looking a little sheepish.
Marcus beckoned her over.
“Thank you for your attention this evening Susan. You have looked after us most admirably. Emily has told me of your ‘conversation’. I am flattered that you find us alluring, and wished to help us with any other of our requirements, but I can assure you it will not be necessary. I would not want to get you into trouble, and besides….I’m too old for you!”

Susan nodded and smiled.
“Well Mr. Allen. I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn, but I do find myself drawn to older men. My boyfriend is ten years older than me.”
She then turned to Emily.
“Miss Emily, I meant no disrespect when I spoke before, and would not try to take Mr. Allen from you. It’s nice to see a couple so obviously enjoying each other’s company!”
Marcus smiled at her before gently stopping her speech with his raised hand.

“Susan – I’m not offended. But we would like a plate of the Key Lime Pie, and a plate of the chocolate fudge brownie, with extra sauce, and a small jug of cream, sent up to our Suite, if you please. If you can prepare the bill for dinner, I would be grateful. Please add Twenty Dollars as a gratuity for your service tonight. I have really enjoyed this evening, and our conversation. I’m sure we will be back again soon.”

She nodded, and said “Yes, Sir.” Before quickly walking away, to prepare the bill slip as requested.

“There, baby. Happy? We can go upstairs and relax!”
Marcus took Emily’s chin gently in his fingertips and bought his lips to hers, kissing her gently, his tongue sweeping around her lips, tasting her lip gloss, the slight hint of her wine, and her own scent, which was quite alluring in itself!

Susan must have printed the slip in double-quick time, as she reappeared as if out of thin air; causing Marcus to jump slightly and break the kiss somewhat prematurely, to sign the bill slip, noting Susan had efficiently added the desserts and her twenty dollar tip.

Susan simply smiled and said “Good-night, Mr. Marcus, Miss Emily.” Before retreating back to the main Restaurant, leaving Marcus and Emily alone once more.

He stood, and took her hand.
“Shall we?” He asked as he led her away from the table, and towards the Elevators.
Once inside he resumed kissing Emily, even more passionately than before, and couldn’t help but slide a hand up her dress, and caress her swollen, damp pussy lips, as he did so.

After a few moments, the car ‘dinged’ as it reached their floor, and from there they walked quickly along the carpeted hallway leading to the Suites.

Marcus opened the door with his key-card and tossed it onto the wooden desk, along with his house & car keys.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and grinned as Emily stood before him and loosened his tie, before wrapping it around her fingers and laying it on the desk behind her.
The King-Sized bed seemed huge, and indeed, it was, but before they were able to get too comfortable, there was a loud knock at the door, and a male voice said “Room Service!”

As Marcus went to get up, Emily gently pressed her hand against his chest.
“Let me.” She said simply, as she rose with feline grace, but Marcus stopped her to hand her a ten dollar bill. She smiled and crossed the carpet to the door, before opening it to greet the tall young waiter, with the tray.
She opened the door wide and beckoned him in.
He set the tray upon the end of the desk, saying “Good Evening, Sir, Ma'am. Your desserts, for you both.”
He then setting up a fold-away tray table, and then beamed his wide smile, seeming to suggest he really enjoyed his work.
He didn’t even get to hold out his hand, as Emily, aware of the game being played, handed him the crisp note.
“Thank you, Ma’am. He grinned. Have a lovely evening!”
“Oh, we shall!” She replied making Marcus chuckle, as she shooed him out, closed the door and locked it.

Marcus held out his hand, to welcome her back to the bed.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, before asking her:
“Hmmm….What shall we do, eat the Pie, and/or the Brownie, or just see where the mood takes us?

Marcus couldn't help but think how tempting it would be to strip Emily, and drizzle some of the warm sauce over her pert breasts, before licking it off.
He'd never really considered that before, 'food-sex' but he guessed Emily would probably enjoy the experience as much as he would....maybe she'd want to do lick some off him too?

He'd see what she wanted to do...
 
Emily was greatly relieved that Marcus had dealt with Susan so quickly, but there wasn’t much time to continue thinking about it as he started kissing her. Even in the elevator, he couldn’t keep from kissing her, or his hands from touching her. What would he do if someone from another floor entered the elevator, she wondered, briefly.

She followed him into the Suite but walked farther in as he stopped to place keys on the table. The king-size bed looked very big in the middle of the room, and looked very comfortable with all the pillows.

She kicked off her shoes in a corner and slowly made her way over to the bed after peeking into other areas. Marcus was already sitting there, and she moved to be near him.

Standing between his legs as she took his tie off, she wrapped it around her fingers and placed it on the table behind her, just as room service knocked on the door.

As she walked over with the money Marcus had given her, she pushed her shoes further in the corner. Opening the door, Emily noticed a nice looking young man, barely into his twenties, with a big smile. Emily wasn’t usually so brusque, but she made short work of dealing with him, so that she could have this time alone with Marcus. I better stop thinking of him as ‘Marcus’, if he’s going to be ‘Daddy’.

Standing beside him once again, with his arm around her waist she heard him ask about the dessert.

“Hmmm….What shall we do, eat the Pie, and/or the Brownie, or just see where the mood takes us?”

Stopping to think a moment, her hand playing with his hair as it reached the back of his neck, she replied, “We’ve just had a wonderful dinner, Daddy, I’m not the least bit hungry right now… for food.”

Leaving him sitting on the bed, Emily moved over to the tray and picked up the sauce, which was still warm. She brought it over to the table next to the bed, and set it down next to the tie, before turning to Daddy and moving back between his thighs, her arms resting on his shoulders while she waited to see what he had planned.

She had no doubt that he had a plan.
 
Marcus was impressed how quickly the waiter was dismissed, and that Emily brought the warm chocolate sauce closer to the bed.

Her statement that she wasn’t ‘hungry for food’, made him instantly hard.
Her removing his tie also aroused him, as it always did when she dressed or undressed him.

He stood, and walking to the wardrobe retrieved a spare sheet, which he threw over the bed.
“It’ll help to catch the sauce, and save on messing up our bed for later.” He offered as an explanation.

“I want you to strip for me, baby.”
Marcus used the remote control to switch on the Music Centre, and what should start playing, but ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ by Def Leppard!

As it came pouring out of the concealed speakers, Marcus gestured for Emily to dance for him, with a big smile on his face.
She knew it was a favourite song of his as he had told her before.

However, Emily seemed to have enjoyed her evening up until now. She seemed reluctant to strip.
“Daddy – do I have to?? It makes me feel cheap!” She argued.
Marcus paused the music.
“Baby – I want you to strip for me, you look a million dollars – as far from cheap as you can get!” Marcus countered.
He knew that Emily could be his ‘lady on the street, and his whore in the bedroom’. She was quite reserved, but he had gradually built her confidence so she would let herself go with him, in private.
Tonight was the most daring they had been in public.

He leant over and whispered in her ear.
“I want you to dance for me, I appreciate your body, and I love how you dance. I want you to strip, and put on a sexy show for me – Then I’m going to drizzle the sauce on you and lick it off - and turn you on!”
He reached up and caressed her cheek softly.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, and pulled her back gently, exposing her neck to him. He leant down and kissed her teasingly on the throat.
“Now!” He growled releasing her.

He settled back on the bed, and resumed the music.

Emily smiled a playful smile and started to sway her hips in time to the music.
 
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She was a little taken aback by his request at first. Emily had dated before and wasn’t a virgin when she met Marcus, but never before had she been asked to strip in such a way. Then, again, there were many things tonight that she had never been asked to do, and that she’d done.

Her trepidation didn't last long as Daddy insisted she dance and encouraged her, so with a little smile she started to sway her hips.

Watching him sitting on the bed, his hands propped behind his head and his legs crossed at the ankles, she pulled her long hair over her left shoulder and reached back to unzip her top. Still dancing to the music, her hips moving sensually left and right, she let it slip from her fingers to the floor.

She was clad only in her purple, lacy bra and her skirt now, having removed her panties at the table during dinner. Instead of simply removing them, she danced for him…her hands clasped above her head, making her breasts stick out…her head thrown back so that her hair brushed her bottom…and she turned around so he could watch as she once again leaned forward, her hands now on her knees, her hips swaying as she looked back over her shoulder for his reaction.

“Like this, Daddy?” Emily teased, and blew him a kiss.

Standing up, her back still toward him and still dancing around the room, she unclasped her bra and tossed it onto her top laying in the floor. Turning around, she cupped her breasts and smiled while singing along with the song, “Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet…little miss innocent sugar me”.

Emily was really enjoying herself now. She had gotten over that first moment of shyness. She loved pleasing him, loved that she was making things a bit more sensual for them. She loved knowing that, in the end, she would be reaping as much reward from this as he would.

Unzipping the skirt, she left it on the floor and danced, her breasts swaying along with her hips. At times she would throw her arms above her head again, and then cup her breasts as if to feed them to Daddy.

Emily danced closer to the bed, closer to Marcus, whose smile was wide, his delight clearly visible on his face. The song was getting closer to her favorite part.

As she neared the edge of the bed, she turned once again, her hips swaying and her bottom moving back and forth, teasing and enticing. His eyes never once leaving her body.

Lifting her hair off her back and looking over her shoulder, she sang once again “I’m hot sticky sweet”…hearing his groan, she smiled.

“Are you okay, Daddy,” she asked sweetly when she saw his face, and then laughed, knowing that she had turned him on, just like she wanted.
 
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Marcus was spell-bound watching Emily disrobe, so sexily, and dance part-naked around the Suite, her hips swaying and her singing to the song.
She couldn’t have been more alluring if she’d tried!

When she cheekily asked him “Like this Daddy?” It took all his willpower, not to jump off the bed and take her then and there, and pound her senseless.
He was so hard, he felt he would burst!
When she lifted her hair off her back and looking over her shoulder, she sang once again “I’m hot sticky sweet”…hearing his groan, she smiled.

“Are you okay, Daddy,” she asked sweetly when she saw his face, and then laughed, knowing that she had turned him on, just like she wanted. They both knew he was turned on. His erection was evident for all to see. He suspected she was horny too.

Marcus reached for her then, pulling her onto the bed, and onto him.

“Enough teasing, little one. Now I get my dessert!” He growled, before laying her down on the sheet he had draped over the bed earlier.
He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his tongue searching hers out and tussling with it, before he gently bit her bottom lip, and then sat back, with her panting slightly on his lap.
He lifted her off him and sat him on the bed, before rising to his feet and
Crossing the short distance to where the bowl of chocolate sauce sat, he felt it and it was just warm, not hot now.

He grinned and brought it back to the bed with him.
Emily was laid on her back looking down at him between the valley between her pert breasts, as he stood between her feet.

“Mmmm…You’re already sticky-sweet, baby; but this will combine two things I enjoy tasting – you and Chocolate!"

He gently tipped the bowl, and a stream of the sauce trickled out onto her breasts, and flowing over them, then as Marcus ran the bowl down her body, the sticky brown trail followed, along her centre, painting almost to her navel, when he stopped pouring.

He set the bowl down on the side, and removed his shirt which he had unbuttoned during Emily’s sensual dance.

He clambered onto the bed, and moving to her right side, dipped his head low, and using his tongue swept back and forth, across her breasts, teasing her erect nipples.
She moaned quietly, as he sucked and licked all the chocolate sauce, bathing her with his tongue. This was new for both of them, and felt so hedonistic. She was clearly enjoying things as much as he was, judging by her little moans and gasps as his tongue cleaned up every drop of the sauce from her smooth skin.

Then he sat back and licked his lips, savouring both the taste of the sauce, and the view in front of him. Her chest heaving, and her eyes full of lust, it was clear Emily needed more from him.
He was happy to oblige.

Marcus moved so this time, he knelt between her legs, and dipped his head again, so his tongue was now teasing her sex. Her clitoris was already exposed, and her lips were glistening with her juices.
He dipped his tongue for a taste of her and groaned. She tasted as good as the chocolate, if not better!
He felt the sheet under him tighten and saw her fingers had clenched into the sheet, and he swept his tongue back and forth across her bud. He adjusted his position to allow him to use a couple of fingers and penetrated her with them, sawing them in and out in a smooth motion, as he felt the bump of her G spot, and made sure he curled his fingers enough to stimulate it as he finger-fucked her.

He knew he had the right spot, when she moaned “Yes! More!”
She then clenched her legs around his waist, trying to pull him into her; of course, his fingers were doing the work, not his cock.

He flicked the pad of his thumb across her now slick clit and pussy lips, and marveled at how her body stiffened and she gave a little ‘Aahhh’ each time he did it.
He continued to arouse her even more with his fingers, until he gasped and tried to talk, her voice coming out as a croak.
“Do you want my cock now, Baby, or should Daddy just use his fingers and tongue, to make you cum?”

Marcus smiled into her lips, as whichever answer she gave him, he was onto a winner!
She was going to cum – it was just how - that she would choose!
 
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Emily watched him walk over to the table and check the chocolate before picking it up and bringing it back to the bed. She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but she had gotten aroused herself while dancing for Daddy.

Laying of the cool sheet that he had placed on the bed, she watched as he tipped the bowl and the thin line of chocolate streamed down onto her breast. It was warm to the touch, and at each spot where it was drizzled, she could feel her skin tingle.

She moaned softly as his tongue and mouth moved across her breasts, licking and tasting her chocolate covered nipples. Without thinking, her hands had moved up to his head, fingers splayed in his hair, as if to keep him at her breast forever.

She never said a word as he sat up and looked at her. She could feel how flushed with heat her body was, and could see that he was just as aroused.

Unexpectedly, Marcus leaned down between her legs and began licking and teasing her center. His tongue swept back and forth along her bud making it swell even more. It caused her to clasp the sheets as she moaned and tightened her legs around him, Daddy, please don’t stop, yes, Daddy lick me right there was the only thing running through her mind as she felt his fingers enter her. She could feel him stroking her from the inside and she knew that his fingers would be coated in her juices at this point.

When he stopped licking her, she almost begged him to continue, but paused when she heard him ask, “Do you want my cock now, Baby, or should Daddy just use his fingers and tongue, to make you cum?”

She was so aroused that she didn’t even think before she said, “I need to feel you inside me, please. I want to cum on your cock, Daddy.”
 
Marcus had thought about making her fellate him again, as he’d really enjoyed what she did under the table in the Restaurant.
It was plain to him though, her need was so great – she needed a good, hard fucking, and she had asked for it so nicely!

He stripped his trousers and boxers off quickly before climbing back onto the bed.
Emily was looking at him expectantly, through heavy-lidded eyes, as her desire grew. She followed his phallus with her eyes, giving a subconscious gasp, as Marcus soon grew to his full length, as he approached her prone form.
The junction of her thighs beckoned to him, and he took a deep breath as he grasped his hard pole, and slid it teasingly up and down her slick lips, using her wetness to lubricate him.
He deliberately teased the head between her outer lip, and slid it across her engorged clit, pushing it free from its hood again, to feel every inch of him as he slid it across her most sensitive place.

He moved his hands, so that they gripped her hips locked eyes with her as he smiled and slowly slid the first three inches inside her.
“More?” He teased her, getting a growl of frustration as her only reply.
He grinned before slowly leaned forward impaling her on the rest of his length.
When she had taken all he had to give, and their skin was touching, he let out a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding.
“Yes, Babygirl. Can you feel Daddy now? You’ve taken all of me. Such a good girl!”

He started a slow, steady rhythm as he sawed in and out of her, taking almost five seconds to withdraw until just the tip remained inside her.
Emily bucked up into him and wrapped her leg around his ass, to tell him how needful she had become.
She wasn’t the only one.

Marcus leant forward and took an erect nipple into his mouth, as he tried to keep his rhythm down below going.
Her loud moan, as he trapped the bud between his teeth gently and flicked the tip of his tongue across it repeatedly, was music to his ears.
He turned his oral attention to her other nipple and after a minute of the same treatment, both were erect, red and almost angry-looking.

He looked back down between them and sped up his tempo slightly, as he reached down with one hand, whilst supporting himself on the bed with the other.
He used the pad of his thumb to twiddle her clit, and felt its slick hardness beneath his digit, as well as his hardness sliding in and out of her.

Emily had been far from passive.
She had been using her own internal muscles to tease and squeeze him, and he could feel the pressure within rising, as she took him nearer to the point of no return.
He quickened his pace slightly, and returned to grasping her hips for leverage, as he pounded into her; feeling a well as hearing her moans of pleasure as he thrust ever deeper into her. His fucking becoming even more passionate, as she drove him wild.
Her own passion, energy and enthusiasm was infectious and he responded as best he could.
He decided her wanted a change, so he pulled out of her, and gripping her hips, flipped Emily over so she was on all fours.

Her beautiful, pert ass was facing him, as he leaned into her, and with no hint of his previous restraint, buried himself up to the hilt in her hot, wet pussy.
“Yes, baby! Take all of me!” He cried out, as he felt her pussy muscles caressing him again.
He reached down, and took some of her auburn tresses in his hands, as he pulled back on it, pulling her even harder onto his cock.
“Yes, baby! Grind back onto Daddy’s hard cock – tell Daddy what you want!”

He loved to hear her talk dirty for him, too.
It was something she wasn’t used to doing, as normally she was too much of a lady to utter such filth, but he knew she thought it, and hearing her say such sexual things turned him on no end!
 
Emily was so close to cumming when Marcus pulled out and flipped her over. She knew it wouldn’t take much longer before she plunged over that edge, especially the way he was taking her from behind, pulling her back onto his cock.

Then, she heard him, “Yes, baby! Grind back onto Daddy’s hard cock – tell Daddy what you want!” and she couldn’t stop herself! “Harder, Daddy…do it hard and deep, please! Don’t stop. Oh, God, it feels so good, Daddy. Don’t stop! Please…don’t…stop!!”

With her head down on the sheet that he’d laid out earlier, her bottom up and exposed to him, she could feel the length of him each time he entered and how it made her muscles want to clamp down on him, draw him inside her, and not let go. Pushing back against him, meeting each one of his thrusts, she could hear him grunting.

Gripping the sheet, she cried out as she felt the first wave of her orgasm hit. “Yes, Daddy, yes…I’m going to cum…harder, Daddy, don’t…oh, harder, please, Daddy.” She pleaded as he increased the rhythm. Deep inside, her muscles squeezed and clasped at his cock and she screamed as she came, drenching them both.

She could hear Marcus above her and feel him swell within her. Then, with a loud groan, his fingers digging into her hips, he pulled her hard against him as she felt the thick ropes of his seed splashing her insides.

He rolled off to her side and held her close for a moment, until their hearts quit pounding so hard, his kisses landing on the top of her head. Sitting up and stretching, she leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. “Would you like to help me in a bath, Daddy?” She got up from the bed and walked to the en suite to start the bath water, adding bubbles.

While it was running, she went to her purse to get a comb and a clip so that she could pin her hair up. She was in front of the bathroom mirror when she saw Marcus enter carrying two glasses of wine. She smiled as she finished clipping her hair to the top of her head, and walked over to the tub, putting a toe in to test how hot it was.

“Oh, this feels good,” she said, slipping down into the water. “Want me to wash your back, Daddy?”
 
Marcus smiled as Emily demurely dipped her toe into the water to test it, before stepping into the bathtub, holding his free hand to steady herself, before switching her attention to his other hand, as she accepted the glass of wine he offered.
The white wine had been chilling for over an hour, and was perfectly chilled.
Marcus stepped in front of Emily, and grasped the taps, to make sure he didn’t lip as he stepped into the deep tub, as the bubbly, hot water welcomed them both with its steaming caress.
“Mmmm…that sounds, wonderful, babygirl!” He told her, as he sank into the foam in front of her.
“I can do you, after you do me!”
He said, as he turned to try and face her, being met with a giggle.
“No I didn’t mean like that! I meant like…..we can swap places, so I can do your back!”
He felt his cheeks redden, as Emily’s mischievous sense of humour came to the fore.
It was one of the things that endeared her to him. She seemed so much the lady, and oh, so, respectable, like him, but she had the wicked sense of humour which he could relate to. She could see the innuendo in anything he said, which was often spoken innocently, but she’d just shoot him a look, and he could almost see the twinkle of mischief in her eyes.
They were so well matched!

She touched his back gently with the sponge and he felt, and smelt, the relaxing gel wash she had coated the sponge in, as it touched his skin.
The tea-tree and mint scent was invigorating, yet relaxing at the same time.
As she moved the sponge across his skin in broad strokes, he moaned, and closed his eyes, as he placed his glass of wine on the corner of the bath nearest the wall, so it was trapped in the corner of the two adjoining walls running down the long side f the bathroom.

It felt so good!
She really knew how to spoil him. Although she was his ‘babygirl’, his ‘little’, in his mind, and he would do anything to protect her, nurture her, and care for her, she was fiercely independent in her own way, and although he could afford to buy her an apartment of her own, she wanted to work for her own satisfaction, and not to be a kept woman, well not yet, anyway…..

After a few moments, the sponge fell away to be replaced by her slim, strong fingers as she kneaded the muscles of his neck and shoulders, and then he really moaned!
As his head sunk forward, so his chin rested on his chest, Emily had seen this before, and knew just how far to go before Marcus was too relaxed to want to continue playing.
So did he, so reluctantly, it seemed, he sat upright again, and got her to spin around, so he could wash her back too.
He returned the favour, and after using the sponge, in smaller circle across her delicate skin, also started to use his fingers.
After an all-too-brief massage, he wondered if she wanted a leisurely massage on the bed instead?.
“OK baby…what would you like Daddy to do - stay here, massage on the bed, or something else?”
 
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