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If he saw that the dinner bill came to over $200 without tip, it would completely destroy the mood he’s in. It would also completely destroy the idea that this is our first date. A pseudo-first date, since there was no real plan, and it’s not like we’re going out, but a girl like me can dream, can’t she?
Chapter Thirty-One
Melissa
By the time I get Tommy back to his car in the parking lot of McKenzie Tech, it’s just after eight o’clock in the evening. Although I know I’ve already spent a few good hours with him, I don’t want it to be over. Part of me wants to invite Tommy over to my place for some coffee and some more time to talk and socialize, and maybe even get a little intimate.
But I decide not to. Not because I don’t want to. I really, really want to, but my inner lady tells me to cool my jets. I need to wait to do something so intimate or needy. Dennis and I just broke up, I just let the news out of the bag for Tommy. Something I haven’t even told Isabella, and I tell her virtually everything, so that part of me compels me to wait. To resist making such an offer, though, there’s nothing technically stopping me anymore.
So, I just say, “Well, Tommy. I guess this is it for tonight.” I smile. “Thank you for letting me kidnap you for a few hours.”
Tommy gives the cutest chuckle. One that shakes his whole body. “I’ve never had so much fun being kidnapped, Melissa, so thank you.”
He smiles at me, almost looking like he’s had more serious alcohol than wine. He looks happily drunk. “I can’t wait for next weekend,” he whispers. His voice and breath shiver filled with lusty anxiety. His tone is almost begging, and I find that irresistible.
“I can’t wait either,” I admit, my voice mirroring his. Here, both of us lean closer to each other. We close the distance between our lips.
“Then don’t,” whispers Tommy. “What if your boss ordered you to give him something before he gets out of the car and goes home to his crappy dad for the weekend?”
I lick my lips, feeling them shiver and tremble with anticipation. “Then…”
Tommy moves closer.
“Then I would have to give him what he asked for,” I murmur. “I would have to give him a little something before letting him go home to his crappy dad. I would have to give him whatever he wants, like the good pet I am.”
Tommy hums with interest. It’s a light, airy sound. One that I know is for my benefit as well is my compulsion. “What would that something be, pet?” He asks me quietly, but forcefully, like he is testing the words.
I don’t answer. I just bring my lips to his and gently kiss. It’s on his lips, but not enough to cover them completely or own them. Just enough to dust them. Immediately after kissing him, I want to kiss him again, but I refrain. I force myself to keep my lips off him once I pull them away.
Tommy sighs blissfully as if my lips are still on him, or he wishes they were. “God, that was a bad idea.” I tense up initially afraid that he’s going to say he regrets letting me kiss him, because I’m the secretary and he shouldn’t be seen with me because of his boss and all that, but he follows it up with, “That just made me want more.”
Me too, I think, fidgeting in my seat. I force myself to grip the steering wheel, so I don’t reach over to grip his cock instead. Out loud, I say, “I know.” I know that’s not enough, but it’s all I can think to say.
“But I’m going to save my appetite,” says Tommy. It’s more to himself than to me. “I’m going to make sure I’m extra hungry for our actual date next weekend, pet.”
In his words, I can feel the burn of desire. The growl of hunger. And how much he actually doesn’t want to have to wait or save anything, or make himself extra hungry, but he does it anyway. He does it to show himself and me that he’s strong and noble. He is in control and able to take on burdens, even if they are painful or unwanted.
And that’s when I decide to match them. I take the same “oath” to save my hunger and my appetite, though I want nothing more than to go home and touch myself. I want nothing more than to run myself a bubble bath and fantasize about him. To think about the kiss I just gave him while getting myself off, but I can’t. I won’t. Not with these words. “I’ll wait as well, though I am quite hungry, sir. If you’re going to deny yourself in this way, then so will I. At least until the weekend.”
