The dinner 2

Liam's pov

I'm ready," she said, her voice smooth and inviting.

Alright, follow me," I replied, attempting to mask the slight awkwardness in my voice.

As we walked to the car, I felt a blend of anticipation and nervousness. Once we were on the road, my driver skillfully maneuvered through the bustling streets toward the restaurant—often regarded as the finest dining establishment in town.

Our table was adorned with an array of vibrant dishes, each more tempting than the last.

"So, what's your name?" she asked, a warm smile lighting up her expression.

I gently set my spoon down on the plate, the clatter of metal against ceramic breaking the momentary silence. Taking a moment to clean my mouth with a napkin, I locked my gaze on her.

"My name's Liam… Are you feeling alright, princess?" I asked, my eyes narrowing with concern as I noticed her blinking slowly, her hand instinctively resting on her forehead.

"I'm fine; I just felt a little lightheaded. It's nothing," she reassured me, though her voice held a hint of uncertainty.

As the dinner stretched on, we shared a delightful exchange filled with light chatter. She opened up about her life, sharing stories and experiences that peeled back the layers of familiarity I once thought I knew.

As we prepared to leave, she fumbled with her purse, and in her haste, it slipped from her grasp, tumbling to the floor. I instinctively bent down to retrieve it, but before I could fully comprehend the situation, her heel collided with my shoulder, the sudden impact sending a jolt of pain coursing through me. When I straightened up, she bolted.

What did she think she was doing? I thought, a flash of anger crossing my face. My men were already outside.

"No! Let me go! Please!" Her cries echoed through the night. They had her, bound and gagged, struggling against their hold.And shoved her into the car .

I stepped in and leaned in close, my voice low and playful, "You've been a naughty girl tonight." The implication lingered in the air, thick with tension. "It's time to learn your lesson."She opened her mouth as if to respond, but the restraint kept her words at bay. My hands slid beneath the hem of her dress my fingers grazing along her smooth, supple legs. At first, I intended only to feel the warmth of her skin, but something was intoxicating about her presence that drew me deeper into the moment.

My fingers traced a slow path upwards, stopping just before her delicate underwear. With a gentle press, I separated the fabric, then slid my finger inside. She was already incredibly wet, her body responding eagerly. "Bad princess," I whispered softly in her ear as her body began to move sensually in rhythm. With each thrust, I could feel the heat between us intensifying, mixing with the quiet hum of the car as we drove through the night. Her cries began to shift, transforming into gentle whispers of pleasure, a sound that ignited my desire even further.

I gently withdrew my finger from her pausing for a moment to savor the atmosphere around us. Slowly, I peeled away the mouth fold, allowing her to feel the full weight of the moment. With a soft yet commanding presence, I guided her to take my finger in her mouth, watching the interplay of emotions across her face. As I carried her indoors, I leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "Tonight, you're going to learn an unforgettable lesson." The air was charged with a sense of mystery.