Daddy's Little Pet | 18+

|The Request|

ROBERT

I knew I'd won the game Renee started the moment I locked eyes with her, and her lips parted open in shock.

Brown eyes met mine, her lashes fluttered, and her whole body trembled. I could see the movement from where I sat.

Her cheeks were flushed crimson red, and with her throat bobbinging beautifully, she had her hand on the counter she was standing near.

I could hear some voices around me and the approaching footsteps of some waitresses, but I didn't give them a second glance because my entire focus was on Renee—my naughty, shy girl.

My eyes twinkled, I winked, and with the smirk widening on my lips, she immediately bowed her head as if she'd seen something shocking.

Of course, she couldn't hold my gaze. I'm sure my coming to her workplace surprised her. She wouldn't have expected me to follow through on my promise. 

This would teach her not to taunt or play games with me in the future.

After glancing around the restaurant, I returned my gaze to her small dainty frame and began to assess how she looked in her black and white waitress uniform.

The simple dress nicely accentuated her feminine curves, and my breath hitched in my chest for an entirely different reason.

Even though I didn't like her working as a waitress or that she got to serve leech-looking men instead of just me, I couldn't deny that the waitress look suited her.

She looked like a sexy servant, and for a split second, I imagined fucking her while she was wearing her work uniform and spraying bits of cum all over the dark fabric while she screamed.

My dick twitched at the illicit thoughts assaulting my senses and I remembered that the photos of her half-naked in that same uniform were on my phone.

Admiring the uniform while still shaking my head, I clicked my tongue as I tried to eliminate the illicit thoughts assaulting my senses.

She'd tied a little red bow to the side of her right shoulder. Looking at her face, I noticed she'd packed her strawberry blonde curls into a rough but sexy updo atop her head.

Even when distressed, she looked so fucking beautiful it made my already shredded heart ache.

"Good day, sir. Do you want to make a private reservation or..."

When I heard one of the waitress's voices, I dragged my gaze away from Renee and back to the bubbly ladies in front of me with the initial smile on my face quickly turning into a frown.

I didn't respond at first because the woman appeared to be reading an order, and I returned my gaze to Renee, who was now staring at me again.

Her hands raised and eyes blinking, she appeared to want to ask me something, even though she knew I wouldn't hear her.

That was probably why her hands were raised so that she could communicate effectively with me, but I wouldn't oblige her.

As her mouth opened, I averted my gaze and asked the waitresses, "Where's your boss?"

"Huh? Sir?"

"Where is your manager?" Sitting properly on the chair, I repeated my question with a small smile.

"Oh, would you like to see her?"

"I would, indeed. Tell her Mr. Robert Clarke has arrived to see her. Show her this." I said, my hand outstretched with one of my customized business cards.

"Alright." The bubbly dark-haired woman said as she hurried out of my presence, carrying her tray, and leaving me with the other waitress.

"Would you care for a drink, sir? You don't appear to be ordering anything and..."