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Chapter
Eighteen
PIPER
I’ve never been this nervous about a date before. But, honestly, I haven’t really had a date before. Sure, there have been times I’ve gone to clubs or maybe hung out at a party or someone’s house. Being picked up, dressed up, taken to a fancy place for an expensive dinner by a man in a full three-piece suit? Yeah…never.
It feels like I have nothing to wear that doesn’t make me look like a child next to Adon. He’ll probably look like he did at the club the first time I saw him, and I’ll be on his arm like a sparkly toy. A deranged animal. Maybe a common hooker.
As I flip through my vintage dresses, my lip finds its way under my teeth, my anxiety growing. Finally, I give up. There’s not enough time to buy something black and normal. So I go with a bright green cocktail dress that has a sequined halter top and ends with organza flowers on the short, poofy skirt. Once I pair it with hot pink stilettos and ruffle my hair into place, I feel like me , especially when I add some dangling peacock earrings.
If he’s really into me, he won’t mind, right? I don’t want to pretend anymore. And Adon makes me feel like I’m okay; he gives me space to become Piper.
When the knock comes on the door, I’m actually ready for once. Other than putting on some lipstick. And filling Freckles’s water bowl. And watering the houseplants. Adon stands by in his fitted black suit and watches me buzz around him and even offers to help.
“No, I’ve got it.” With a half step, I skirt around him with the watering can, but he grabs it from me and heads to the living area to water plants.
Snapping his fingers, he points to Freckles’s stuff. “You take care of the cat. I’ve got this. Then we can make our reservations.”
Stunned by his commanding voice, I smirk and say, “Yes, boss.”
He spins and arches one eyebrow. “That’s yes, daddy .”
Well, now I’m soaked again. Great.
In the truck, I can’t stop fidgeting with things. It’s still chilly for being early spring and I forgot my jacket. Sensing this, Adon blares the heat and twists out of his suit coat at a red light. “Put this on.”
It’s toasty inside and smells like him, all manly and comforting. “Thanks,” I say, wrapping it around me.
“You look amazing, by the way.”
“Really? Not too, um, sparkly? Or young?”
The corner of his lip raises in a sly grin. “I like you sparkly and young. It’s how I met you and how I’ll always see you.”
Now my heart is as warm as my body. My smile matches his as I settle back in the seat.
We pull into the parking lot of a restaurant I’ve only heard of, but never dared to enter. Adon gets out and rushes to my side of the truck, then opens my door, offering me his hand. Like we’re on a real date. He even makes me feel like we are when he ushers me inside the restaurant and tells the host his name for the reservation.
“I’ve never been here before,” I tell him.
“Me, neither.” He pulls out my chair, and I place his coat on the back before he sits down across from me.
“Really? That surprises me.”
“Why?” Crystal goblets of water are placed in front of us, and when he takes a sip from his, I mimic him.
“I just assume you and your ex-wife would have been here.”
“Nah, we didn’t do stuff like this.”
While I open the menu and look at the selection of foods I don’t recognize, my eyes glance up at him. He’s watching me carefully. “Piper, I haven’t felt this way about anyone. I need you to understand that.”
I’ve heard lines before. Usually from married men. My shield goes up to protect myself, despite the serious look in his deep chocolate eyes. “That sounds sweet, Adon. Thanks for saying it. I’ll have lobster.”
A flush spreads up his neck and across his cheeks. “I’m not just saying it, Rosy. You’re my girl and we established it. I-I know it’s fast, but I think for your safety you should stay with me. Things aren’t right out there, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
My mouth drops open as my breathing falters. “You want me to move in with you?”
It all just seems like a bad idea. He’ll probably have me get rid of my furniture first, then my clothes, then my cat and plants… I can just imagine living with Adon and the rules he’d set up for me.
“Yeah. I liked last night, and I want more.” He grows quiet for a moment, then says, “I want that every day.”
As I choke on a reply, the waiter comes over to take our orders. “She’ll have the lobster and steak with an apple martini. I’d like the same, but with a double of bourbon. Best you’ve got.”
“Hey! I didn’t actually want lobster!” Scrambling, I look at the menu while the server looks between us both.
“Okay, what will you have then, miss?”
“Um, can I have a few more minutes?”
“Of course, madam.”
Adon releases a heavy sigh that almost blows out the candle sitting between us. “I thought you’d want me to order for you when you said?—”
“I don’t.”
“Piper… You’re on thin fucking ice right now with me.”
My phone dings with a text from Essa, and I ignore his threat to respond.
Essa
Are you busy? I need a chaperone…
Me
I’m sorry, babe. I can’t. On a terrible date with some asshole.
Essa
No worries! Tell me about it later!
“Who was that?” Adon cranes his neck to see what I’m doing under the table.
“So now you need to know who I’m messaging? It’s none of your business, daddy .”
He tosses his napkin down and stands as the server hurries over as if he’d just called him. Adon taps two fingers on the table, impatiently waiting.
“Miss?”
“Oh, I’ll have the steak and lobster with an apple martini, thank you.”
Adon’s grimace grows tighter, but the waiter only nods once, then scurries off.
“Up. Let’s go.”
“What? No. I’m on a date.”
“Yeah, you are. Get your ass out of that chair now before I create a scene you won’t like.”
Some patrons turn their heads toward us, and I slowly get to my feet and brush off my dress like nothing is happening. With gingerly steps across the plush gold carpet, I walk toward the back hall where the restroom sign is located, but Adon hurries to my side and grips my arm to lead me firmly toward the women’s room.
He tosses open the door and scans the area, seeing it’s empty, then he shuts and locks it behind us. “Over this counter, now.”
“What do you mean?” I tilt my head, eyes widening as I take in his expression.
Like a bull, his nostrils flare as he turns toward me with his hands on his hips. “Little girl, come and bend over this fucking counter before I make you. You’ve earned a spanking. Daddy’s going to punish you so hard .”
With a glance at his trousers, I can tell he’s so hard , and I smirk, then saunter toward the sink, but he grabs my arms and shoves me into it before I can position myself. His broad palm flattens against my back at the same time as his other hand lifts my dress. “Thank me for every swat I’m about to give you.”
Just as I think of something nasty to say, the words are changed into a scream as he spanks me harshly on one ass cheek. “Adon!”
Another one lands in the same spot. “That’s not my name. You know that.”
His hand works up to my neck to hold me down as he delivers another two slaps. “Oh, fuck, daddy. That hurts.”
“I know it hurts, baby, but this is your punishment. Thank daddy for it.”
Through a tiny whimper, I do. “T-thank you, daddy.”
Without another moment’s hesitation, he rips my panties straight off, unzips, and shoves his full cock inside me. The cold glass of the mirror gives nothing back as my hand tries to claw at it from the force of the intrusion. Adon shifts his grip from the back of my neck to the front as he pulls me up to look at our reflection.
“Look at you, taking daddy’s big cock like a dirty whore in the bathroom.” He shoves inside me until the breath is knocked from my lungs. The thickness stretches me wide as I try to spread my legs to accommodate his size. Realizing it, he grabs one of my thighs and lifts my bent knee up onto the counter. “Now I can get in there deep. You see me, Rosy? You see us in the mirror? Look at us and how we fit together.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head when he hits a spot that makes me quiver all over. The hand encircling my neck squeezes until I pop my lids open and only see him. Adon’s face is full of intensity, half angry and half something else.
He turns my face to see where we’re joined, his balls slapping against my bare pussy, hitting my clit rhythmically, torturously. I can’t even pretend to be quiet anymore. The wails seeping from my throat are erotic, while the sounds our bodies make as they join are pornographic.
The hand he uses to grip my waist swivels around to my belly and presses in, the tip of his cock protruding through my lower abdomen.
“I’m not going to hold back anymore. No condoms. I fucking hope you get knocked up. Then you’ll know you’re mine. Can’t escape me if you carry our child, can you?”
My protest is cut off with his tongue inside my mouth, and I melt as he works himself harshly inside me. “Say that’s what you want… Tell me.”
I can’t even think. The pleasures rippling through my nerves are saturated with bliss.
“Say it,” he whispers against my lips. “Tell me you want my baby, and I’ll let you come.”
All I want to do is fall over the edge into that heavenly territory only he can push me to, and I’m going to anyway without saying a word. So I shove my ass back against him, grabbing every inch of his cock to use, but he stops. He drops his hands and freezes while still inside me, then leans back away from me until only his dick is touching me. A frustrated growl erupts from my throat as I try to hump him, and he guides me slightly with a hand on my lower back. “You’re not going to come that way, Rosy. Need help?”
“Yes! Asshole.”
He spanks me so hard tears form in my eyes.
“Y-yes, daddy!”
Gripping my jaw, he pulls my face to his, our lips grazing. “Then what do you say?”
“I-I want your baby. Fill me up and put it inside.” One tear relinquishes its hold on my lid as it spills over onto my cheek, and he sticks out his tongue to lick it up. There’s something released within me as I admit that. As I confess that maybe I do want Adon in that way. There’s a hidden fantasy I have that I could have a family with him, that he could be my husband, and we could raise children together. His kids would be like mine, too.
When his fingers work to grip the back of my neck and pull me into his deep, penetrating kiss, I accept it. I know I want it, and I scream into his mouth with the fulfillment his cock gives me as he pulses inside of me, close to my bare womb.
My inner muscles clench rapidly to gather up every drop of his cum, holding it in where I want it most.
Breaking the seal of our kiss, he presses his forehead against mine and whispers, “Good fucking girl. Such a good girl. Now, straighten yourself up, and let’s go have a good dinner date.”