His Daughter [Completed] Book 1/2

Chapter 15

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[Georgiana]

I leant against the cubicle door panting, still feeling turned on as hell and stunned too with what Dom had just done. I was in serious trouble. If he had wanted to take me right then and there I wouldn't haven been able to say no. As unromantic and unglamorous a toilet shag would have been I was so over being this perfect innocent virgin. I wanted him more than anything and my raging horny thoughts were swimming around in my head. The fact he didn't know about my virginity meant that his actions were genuine not lead by some weird perverse fantasy to pop my cherry. In certain high class social circles I knew there had been a bet in some of the gentleman's clubs to see who could sleep with me first. When my father got word of it he pulled investment out of several large corporations. No one would speak about me like that. But all it did was make me into even more of a china doll.

Why had I been so shy to tell him what I wanted? It was clear what I was begging him for. It felt naughty but so good. He was right that I shouldn't be embarrassed, I was a woman with needs after all . Every time I was with him I felt like a pathetic mess. He had no idea what power he had over me, and if he pushed I would give myself to him wholly. But his respectfulness made me like him even more. Everything he did and said made me feel special and appreciated. It hadn't gone unnoticed how he encouraged me to walk into the restaurant first, watching as the other diners recognised me. He was proud to be with me, and not for my money, but because he thought I was beautiful and unique. I just wish we were entering into this agreement as equals in our sexual experience. I hated that he didn't know the truth about my complete lack of experience with the opposite sex. It did feel like a lie and I knew in my gut he deserved to know. If I did tell him it might make him pull out of the marriage and I couldn't risk that. All we had to do was get through till the wedding and then I would give myself to him. I wanted to do it sooner, but a tiny part of me feared that if I did the chase for him would be over and he'd lose interest.

I cleaned myself up, patted down my dress and assessed myself in one of the bathroom mirrors. I looked flushed but healthy and happy. I was young and having fun. That's what my youth should be about, right? Dom although older than me was so much more worldly than me. It was time I took some risks and spread my wings a bit.

I left the ladies and made my way back to the table. I just hoped no one had figured out what we had been up to in the toilet together.
Dom looked calm and at ease as if nothing had happened at all. He watched me slide into the booth beside tucking a lose strand of hair behind my ear. Jesus! Every touch felt charged. I loved how confident he was, how he knew what he wanted. I would have loved to see him at work, I bet he was ruthless, it brought back that strong sensation between my legs. He pushed my full glass towards me. Weren't we going to talk about what just happened? I waited for him to say one of his sexy cheeky remarks but he didn't, he just kept eyeing me. So I took it upon myself to fire some questions at him. Taking a few sips of the champagne I took a deep breathe. I tried to look confident, clearing my throat and straightening my back. He just smiled knowingly which made me lose my train of thought.

"You can ask me anything Georgiana. Im an open book." He leant back and rested his hands in his lap."

"Ok. I will do." I swallowed hard summoning the courage to say everything I needed to.

"When will we get married? Will we move in together beforehand or should we wait until after our wedding night? Where will we get married? And where will we live once we're married?" He seemed unfazed by me firing a list of questions at him. But I needed to know.

He nodded, running his hand through his hair. How did he always look so god dam sexy. I wanted to run my hands through his hair, to touch every part of him. His voice brought me back into the moment.