Beads Of Demand

It' Simple

Diana sat at a booth that had been reserved for us. A young guy was damn near sprinting to the table.

"Hi madam Diana. Pleasure to serve you this evening? The usual or the salmon?" he asked with a real thick French accent. Diana smiled at this and said, "Bonjour Damien! Saumon cuit légèrement assaisonné et champagne blanc raisin! et salade César au poulet pour la fille."

My jaw dropped.

(hello Damien ! Baked Salmon lightly seasoned and white grape champagne! and chicken caesar salad for the girl)

Diana smiled and I shut my mouth. "Anything else I should know about you Diana?" I asked.

"Ho studiato diverse lingue. Mio zio viaggiava ogni otto mesi in un altro paese. Esponendomi alle lingue della cultura e alla diversità in english translates to I studied several languages. My uncle traveled every eight months to a different country. Exposing me to culture languages and diversity. What you heard when I ordered was French, what you heard just now is Italian," she finished smiling and then it slowly died. "You'll only know what I want you to know. Oddly, everyone around you knows me but you. My name is Diana Renae Elizabeth. I own 6 hotels under 'Beth Hotel' and I own 72% of Audi, 34% of Samsung, 16% of Honda and 56% of Sony and 42% in Microsoft and 8 clubs. Feu Bleu being my oldest and most popular. Top 3 in the country," she bragged.

I said nothing and she began to take the beads off her wrist. "No," I said putting my hand over them. "No?" she asked. "They're just beads. I do get fidgety from time to time," she said with a smile removing my hand. She grabbed a toothpick from the table and dropped it in her glass of water.

She left the beads alone however and I felt a lot more comfortable. "So , what do you need to know about my father's event?" I asked and she laughed. Is she going to laugh at everything I say? "I need nothing. You see I'm inviting you as my plus one. I'm the guest speaker and I need a date," and my mind went to shit.

"Why me? So many would die for that chance," I pondered. "Except for you and that's what makes this interesting. You see you sparked my interest," she said drinking the water and catching the toothpick with her tongue. How in the fuck?

The toothpick was now flexible but also red. She pricked her tongue with it? What the actual fuck? "Don't be alarmed, I do this all the time," she said playing with the toothpick in her fingers.

"Like I was saying. You sparked my interest. I think you need my help. Your grades are atrocious-"

I went to speak and she covered the toothpick in her hand and my voice ceased to exist. She raised an eyebrow at me. How did she .. get me like this again..

"I won't be interrupted tonight, another water please Damien," she called to the waiter and then continued her conversation. "Your grades are a disgrace to the idea that education and knowledge co-exist. Your mannerisms, your fierce but fragile 'bad bitch' attitude is a joke to say the least. Your fake ID proves to me you aren't a day over 20 and you surround yourself with people below you. Jennifer? Works for me. That's how she gets paid. Lucas also works for me, your brother depends on Daddy's money to do it for him, and Zay also works for me," she said. She seemed calm but a hint of agitation was in her voice.

"Your father has bought a branch of Sony. To own more than half is to own it. This is going to be a real special event and I couldn't think of a better and controversial pair than us. Who are you going to bring? Zay? Or your ex, Michael," she scoffed and sat back in her seat as the food was set on the table.

"I'll consider," I said and she shook her head. "You want me to dominate you. You want me to have you. You're so full of yourself," she smiled. "You're a freak," I said and the corner of her lip turned into a smirk.

She put the toothpick in front of her and then snapped it in half with her thumb.

Breathe... I couldn't breathe. My eyes widened in shock and fear. "That word is forbidden around me," she said rolling her eyes , then sighed, "Breathe."

I took a deep breath and glared at her. She played with the broken toothpick between her fingers. "I- I'm sorry.. forgive me," I mumbled.

"I'm sorry. Couldn't hear you clearly," she spoke in a low tone. "I didn't mean to offend you," I said and she smiled.

"I remember when you were in my office. The puddle you left behind. You couldn't form a sentence. You were so horny. You couldn't help yourself. Just off words you came over and over so imagine if I touched you? Imagine if I had my way with you? That's what you're scared of isn't it?"

My breathing was rapid and inconsistent. I gripped my legs to try and calm myself but it was no use. "Isn't it?" she repeated sounding irritated. I nodded and she smiled.

"Be honest love. You want more than just me, you proudly want everything that comes with being mine," she said and dropped the toothpick in the champagne. I came hard right where I was sitting and the blood from the toothpick floated to the top.

"Honestly , you weren't even a challenge," she said as I gripped the seat trying to act normal during my orgasm.