spellbound (18+)

Twenty-Eight Percent

And he still ended up fucking her in the bathroom. He couldn't resist. He leaned over putting his mouth on her nipples over her shirt.

She closed her eyes, "Adrik..."

He pulled back, rubbing them softly. "Hm...lunch. Lunch let's go to lunch."

Michelle clenched her thighs together, looking down.

Usually Adrik initiated. It made her feel less...she didn't note. But it made her feel better about the whole thing.

Adrik clenched his jaw, trying to pull himself together. "Lunch...let's go, Princess."

He opened the door for her, his hand on the small of her back, as he ushered her into the restaurant.

"Table for two. Booth," he instructed.
"Please," Michelle added on with a soft smile.
He glanced at her before nodding.

She glanced up at up him through his lashes. He frowned. What was that look? She was doing it again. Rubbing her thighs together. Looking at him like that —

Oh...

"Are you giving me...Fuck-me-eyes?" He asked as they were seated, licking his lips.

"I think you just wanna fuck me," She smiled.

"I always wanna Fuck you," he assured you.

Michelle shifted, looking down at the menu. "Think I want a burger. I'm starving."

Adrik's dark eyes stared her down across the table. She shifted again, the slickness between her legs only growing.

"Stop looking at me like that, Adrik," she breathed.

His lips quirked up.  "Well...I'm starving too."

Adrik smirked, leaning back. "You don't wanna ask do you?"

"Ask what?"

"Ask me to fuck you. Take you back there, put you up on the sink, pull that skirt up, eat you out and then fuck you like you like a white."

The waitress came up. Adrik glanced down at his menu.

"You still want that burger, baby?" He asked.

She said nothing for a moment, making him chuckle.

"She'll have the burger. Well done. No pickles, no mustard. And I will have..."

Adrik debated his order, as if he hadn't just said qthat what he just said. And she couldn't hear anything over the buzzing in her ears, and his words on repeat in her head.

He handed the woman the menus. "I decided I'm not going to do it. Not unless you beg for it, Princess."

She scoffed. "Beg...for what,"

He smiled. "I think you know. If you want me to fuck you in the bathroom, you'll have to beg me."

"what about that guy, over there?" She nodded to a handsome man who was sitting alone.

"Don't be so crude," she ducked her head. "We're in a public place."

He smirked. "I see. But you're shifting. Are you uncomfortable, Princess?"

"I-I'm not a Princess." She closed her eyes.

"Sure you are. You're my Princess. And my Princess gets what she wants. All you have to do, is ask. I'm the only one making you come after all."

"what about that guy, over there?" She nodded to a handsome man who was sitting alone.

He sat back with a small smile. "Look at him again and I'll call him over here, shoot him point blank in the face, splatter his brains on your plate and then you won't want your burger anymore, hm?"

Her eyes widened.

"Let's not set off an unfortunate turn of events. Look," the waitress set the plate in front of them with a smile. "Appetizers."

Adrik took a fry eating it.

Michelle tried to hold out. "Okay fine. Please."

He raised a brow. "Please what, Princess?"

"Please...take me to the bathroom."

• • •

"Fuck," he cursed, ripping her panties, shoving her skirt up her hips recklessly.

"It'll wrinkle," she murmured, losing her words to sigh.

He put his mouth on her, spreading her wide with his fingers before diving in. Her hands went into his hair grasping desperately.

"Oh fuck," she wrapped her legs around his head. "Don't you change anything your doing or I'll kill you," Her head fell back with a sigh. He gripped her thighs, his nails sinking into the flesh of her thick thighs.

He watched her, enjoying the sight of her, as he brought her closer. He never imagined he'd be in a random restaurant, giving cunnilingus on a Women's bathroom floor, on his knees in a 5000 dollar suit.

In earnest.

He smirked, keeping up the same speed and pressure until she came on his tongue. She sighed.

"You're surprising good at that," she leaned her head against the mirror.

He stood, dusting himself off. "And you say you're not a princess," he scoffed. "I don't get on my knees for anyone less than royal."