Morning, I'm ready when you are. No rush of course, do you fancy some breakfast? Lionel messaged, interrupting your last minute packing.
Morning, I won't be too long. That sounds like an idea, what are you thinking? You replied, eager to see him again.
Take your time. I can come and pick you up just before 11am, I have somewhere in mind. Trust me? He asked.
Perfect. I trust you. You responded.
Lionel discussed the destination with his driver and climbed in the back seat, sending you a text to let you know he had left. He arrived at your apartment and got out of the car, taking your bags and kissing you gently before placing them in the boot. He returned to you and held you by your waist, pulling you in tight.
"Ready?" He muttered with a lustful gaze.
"Yes, Sir." You responded, looking up at him as he rolled his eyes and felt his trousers tighten.
"Oh come on... it's too early for this." He muttered, grabbing your ass before moving aside and gesturing for you to get in the car first.
You giggled as you sat down and Lionel placed his arm over your shoulders, gripping your arm and using his free hand to play with your skirt. You hummed in approval as he let his fingers travel up your leg, circling your skin before lightly scratching your inner thigh.
"I hope you're hungry, this place does the most amazing cooked breakfast." He purred as his lips brushed your cheek, sending shivers through your body.
"I'm pretty hungry, I need something nice and big to fill me up." You muttered, grinning as he narrowed his eyes at you.
"Stop that... you're having a nice innocent breakfast with your boss... isn't that right?" He scolded, raising an eyebrow and shooting you a chastising look.
"Of course." You said in a soft tone, showing him you could control yourself.
"That's better, be a good girl and you'll get rewarded." He groaned, sliding his hand up your inner thigh and rubbing your clit through your panties.
"L-Lionel... that's not v-very innocent..." You whined.
Your breath hitched as he hooked a finger underneath the fabric of your knickers, dragging them aside and circling your entrance.
"Shhh, I make the rules." He hissed, letting a finger slide into you whilst his thumb massaged your clit.
"F-fuck... that feels so good..." You moaned, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you.
"Does it, darling? You're vocal today... I like that." He grunted, parting his lips and running his tongue along the edges of his teeth.
"I-I'll be louder when we're alone." You muttered, leaning your head back as you opened your legs slightly, giving him easier access.
"I bet you will... u-ugh look at you spreading yourself for me..." He mused, enjoying your receptiveness. "It's a shame we've almost arrived... I'll have to make up for not letting you cum later on." He rasped, pressing his nose into your neck and biting you gently as you shifted, grinding against his fingers.
"You desperate little thing... It'll be worth the wait I promise." He muttered, kissing behind your ear before moving away and retracting his fingers, cleaning them off with his tongue before opening the door and leaving the limo. You straightened yourself up and followed him out, eyeing up the rustic building as you entered.
"Mr.Shabandar, it's been a while." The waiter cooed as Lionel led you in.
"It has." He smiled, gripping your waist.
"And you're not alone, that's a first." The man whispered, smirking at you as you giggled at his comment.
"Yes... This is (Y/n), my assistant." Lionel explained.
"Nice to meet you (Y/n), so this is a work brunch?" He queried, "Or are we mixing business with pleasure?" He teased, glancing down as Lionel's fingers as they gently massaged your waist.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Lionel responded, shooting the waiter a wink before he guided you to your table.
"We'll start with a coffee and tea. What would you like to eat, darling?" Lionel hummed, cocking his head as he watched you scanning your eyes over the menu.
"I think a full english would set me up for the day, don't you agree?" You decided, seemingly innocently.
"I'll get the same." Lionel purred, handing the menu's back to the waiter as his gaze lingered on you. "I'll need to keep my energy levels up." He muttered.
"Right away, Sir." The waiter chuckled.
After a few minutes, the waiter returned with your drinks and a large jug of water, pouring you both a glass and exchanging a few words with Lionel before disappearing once again.
"You're a regular here then?" You queried, intrigued by the relationship between Lionel and the staff member.
"You could say that. I started coming here a few times a week before work last year, but after you joined I stopped..." He muttered, avoiding eye contact.
"Why?" You asked, furrowing your brows. He turned to face you, nervously letting his gaze settle on your shoulder as he spoke.
"I began to prefer your company to my own. You know how bad my timekeeping is, I was never in before 9am until you arrived, but knowing I'd get a moment to chat with you every morning over a coffee... I think it was worth skipping breakfast." He explained, trying not to make his overwhelming affection for you too obvious in fear of freaking you out.
"I see... you're so soft, Sir." You retorted, smirking as he confessed his truth.
"I'm a lot of things, but soft isn't one of them, darling." Lionel snarled, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his semi-erect cock, bulging from his trousers as he grit his teeth.
"Sh-shit... no you're right... b-bad choice of words... you're gentle." You mumbled, correcting yourself.
"Better... but only when I need to be." He snapped, grinding himself against your palm before returning your hand as he noticed the waiter making his way over with your food.
You sat flustered as he placed both meals down on the table, flashing you a smile as he left you both alone again.
"Mmmm, this smells amazing..." You cooed, breathing in the freshly cooked food.
"I told you it's good, come here." Lionel instructed, lightly cupping your chin and stabbing your fork into your food, placing it at your lips and raising an eyebrow. "The first bite's always the best." He hummed as you took the fork into your mouth, chewing and swallowing your food as he retracted his hands and smiled, noticing your satisfaction.
"Such a pretty mouth." He muttered, staring at you through hazy eyes before returning to his plate and turning his attention back to his own plate.
You both sat for a further few hours as the restaurant filled with people, slowly drowning out the silences as you stopped to eat and drink.
"We've been here a while, I'd say it's time to take a wander to the hotel." Lionel decided, placing his glass on the table and sliding his free hand over to yours, intertwining your fingers with his.
"Yep, I fancy a really slow walk..." You teased, circling his palm with your thumb as he groaned and relaxed his features.
"I bet you do... I'm sure I could convince you to walk faster." He scoffed confidently.
"How so?"
"The quicker we get there... the sooner you'll get this." He explained, roughly grabbing your wrist and forcing you to feel his length as it throbbed through his trousers.
"Oh fuck... y-yes, Sir." You stammered, submitting instantly as you felt your clit twitch.
Lionel pulled you up as he stood and led you out of the restaurant, shooting the waiter a look as he escorted your flustered self into the street.
"I'm looking forward to spending the week with you, is there anything in particular you'd like to get up to?" Lionel asked innocently, expecting you to focus on the popular attractions that the city offered. You leant over and let your nose brush against his neck as you whispered into his ear.
"I think you know exactly what I want, Sir." You purred. Lionel took a deep breath and shook his head.
"Enlighten me?" He teased, smirking and turning to meet your gaze before kissing you softly. You lingered for a moment, enjoying the taste of coffee on his lips and feeling instantly weak as he leaned in, deepening the kiss. He quickly stopped himself, remembering that you were in public.
"Oh just... seeing the sights." You scoffed, provoking him with a false innocence. He shot you an irritated look, wanting to hear your dirty thoughts.
"Any in particular? " He said in a mocking tone, playing into your lies.
"You know... the famous ones, there's the London eye, the aquarium... in fact there's one that I can view from my knees in our hotel." You muttered, smirking. He widened his eyes, shocked by your forwardness.
"Oh that's what you want is it? Your boss's cock in your mouth?" He asked, clenching his jaw as he spoke in a hushed tone.
"Yes." You said bluntly, locking eyes with him.
"Fucking minx." He spat, reaching down to grab your ass and kneading it roughly as you walked, taking out his sexual frustration on you.
