Anything He wants

She squirms a bit under my gaze and a sudden, vivid image of her fingering herself in the bathtub pops into my mind.

“Shall we?” I ask, offering her my arm.

She gives me a big smile before taking it, keeping her body closer to me than necessary. It’s already dark outside when we leave the house and step into the waiting car. Her dress slides up her leg when she sits down, and I catch a glimpse of the garter. I suck in a quick breath when I see it.

Noticing, she adjusts her dress so everything is covered, and I try not to look as devastated as I feel by the loss of it. She must see something on my face, though, because she gives me a bolder smile and lets it slip back up a few inches. Not enough for me to see the garter, but enough to give me several more inches of thigh.

I give her an appreciative smile and reach my hand out the short distance that separates us to lightly stroke my finger up her leg.

“You do look beautiful, Sadie,” I say, noticing the slight shiver that runs over her body at my touch.

She closes her eyes as I let my finger go ever so slightly under her dress before reaching down to give her knee a gentle squeeze. Her hand closes over mine, keeping it there.

“Thank you, Miguel,” she says, meeting my eyes. “You’re looking pretty beautiful yourself.”

I laugh and bring her hand up to give it a quick kiss before returning to her knee. I’ve always known she had a crush on me. It was obvious the way she would look at me anytime she came to stay the night. It’s gotten a lot more noticeable since she turned 18. She has no idea how obsessed I’ve become with her. I’m going to spend the next two weeks showing her just how I feel about her, though, and it all starts tonight.

We arrive at the restaurant, and I help her out of the car, keeping her hand tucked in mine as we make our way to the door. The hostess gives me a warm smile and greets us in Spanish. I switch to English for Sadie’s benefit and tell her we have a reservation.

“Of course, Senor Rodriguez,” the hostess says, “your table is ready. If you and your date will please follow me.”

I’m not about to correct her and explain that Sadie is my daughter’s best friend, and I smile when Sadie just grabs onto my hand tighter and presses her body closer to mine. The hostess leads us to a quiet table in the corner. I pull out a chair for Sadie, letting my fingers graze her shoulder before taking the seat opposite her.

I order us a bottle of red wine when the waitress comes over since the legal drinking age is 18, but I’ve already decided to cut her off after one glass. I have no desire to get her drunk.

“Do you trust me to order for you?” I ask her with a grin.

“Yes,” she says without even hesitating. “I trust you completely, Miguel.”

Her eyes are so full of love and adoration that it makes my chest constrict. There’s an innocence about her that drives me wild. I wonder for the millionth time about her sexual past. As far as I know, she’s never had a serious boyfriend, but I have no idea if that’s true or what she’s done. The idea of another man’s hands on her makes me want to kill someone.

The waitress comes back with our wine, and I order the seafood paella.

“You’re going to love it,” I tell Sadie. “This restaurant has the best paella in all of Barcelona.”

Sadie smiles and takes a sip of her red wine. She tries to hide the grimace, but as soon as I see it, I ask the waitress to bring a glass of water and a soda. Sadie gives me a sweet, relieved smile.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Sorry. I’m not used to drinking.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I like that you’re not a big drinker, and I wasn’t going to let you have more than one glass anyway,” I say with a wink.

“Oh, yeah?” There’s a mischievous glint in her eye that has my cock growing to an uncomfortable size. “How would you have stopped me?”

Instead of answering, I stand and hold a hand out to her. “Come dance with me, Sadie.”

Her eyes widen as she glances around at the busy restaurant and the dance floor that’s mostly empty.

“I’m not a good dancer,” she says, trying to make herself smaller in the chair.

I smile and wrap my hand around her upper arm, pulling her toward me. Leaning in close, I whisper against her ear, “Just relax. Give your body over to me, and I’ll take care of everything.”

She gives a soft moan when my lips lightly touch her ear before I pull back bringing her with me to the dance floor. I smile down at her when I see how terrified she looks. Cupping her sweet face, I drag my thumb along her bottom lip before sliding one hand down her back until it rests firmly against her lower back, pulling her in closer to me so our bodies are pressed together.

She lets out a small gasp when she feels the hard length of me. I take her other hand in mine and start to move us to the music. It’s a slow song, the sound of it sexy and sensual, and I smile when she follows my lead and moves her body with mine.

“See, there’s nothing to it,” I tell her.

Her eyes scan the room, and she trips over her own feet when she lets her nerves get the better of her. I catch her and hold her tighter against me.

“It’s just you and me,” I tell her. “Look at me. No one else exists.”

Even in her heels, she has to look up to meet my eyes, but once she does, she doesn’t look away.

“Good girl,” I say, letting my hand slide down a bit further so I’m touching a good bit of ass along with her lower back.

We dance in silence for a few minutes, her eyes never leaving mine until she says, “You never answered my question. How would you have stopped me if I’d wanted more wine? It’s legal for me to drink here. I could have the whole bottle if I wanted to.”

“You want to know what would happen if you disobeyed me?” I ask.

She nods her head as I bring her hand to rest on my chest. Sliding my fingers down her arm, I trail a line back up to her collarbone. She grips my suit jacket, her eyes filling with heat as I dance my fingers along her skin.

I lean in closer so our faces are almost touching.

“I would bend you over and spank that sweet ass of yours,” I say.

“Maybe I should rethink my decision to stop drinking.”

Her eyes look almost glazed with lust, and I let out a soft groan when she presses her body even tighter against me.

“I don’t want you drunk, Sadie. If you want me to spank you, all you have to do is ask.”

Before she can answer, I see the waitress bringing over our food.

“Time to eat, beautiful,” I say, leading her off the dance floor.

The frustrated look she shoots me has me smiling smilingbtableood. I’m glad she’s as miserable as I am. She has no idea how much I plan on teasing the hell out of her. Payback for all the sleepless nights I’ve endured because of her. I raise my wine glass to her in a silent toast. My sweet girl, you have no idea what I have in store for you.