Scott laughed heartily at her curse. Miya knew he loved it when she was feisty. A little resistance always made their following sex even hotter than usual. He would take her, possess her, be her master. That would last for however long it needed to last, but in the end, his body almost always surrendered to hers in a river of heightened ecstasy.
He knew she was trying to goad him into punishing her, whether it was a light spanking to her bare buttocks, or a hard fucking, she had often tried to coax such treatment out of him countless times before. But, he had caught onto that tactic quickly.
Instead, his fingers moved expertly, nimbly, quickly across the tender wet skin causing her body to tense again with anticipation, only to have him stop once more as they slowly cruised down the strip.
"Alright, that looks like a good place, I guess," he said as he down-shifted and slowly pulled into the parking lot of an Outback Steakhouse. She wanted steak, so she was going to get steak.
He found a spot to park, and turned the car off. Scott looked over to Miya, and as she looked back at him, he raised his right hand to his lips, and sucked on the finger he had been using to torture her.
Scott purred, that deeply content sound he made whenever he tasted her. He slowly pulled his finger out, and as it fully withdrew, he sighed. His other hand moved slowly across the short distance between them, and came to rest on her nearest breast. He squeezed - possessively, and if anything, that only made her nipple harder.
"You know what I am going to do to you when we get home, don't you?" he whispered throatily. It was a rhetorical question - it almost always was - but it forced her to think about later that evening, for just a moment. How rough he was with her usually depended on how obedient she had been. While he would *never* hurt her, he could be incredibly physical, taking possession of her body with strong hands and arms, or he could be incredibly gentle, almost like a breeze of soft wind.
He smiled at her, then got out of the car and walked around to her side. He opened the door and knelt down beside her. He suddenly slid his hand up and under her black top, gripping her bare breast firmly, letting the hardened nipple slide between his fingers. She arched her back as he watched. He gave the nipple a gentle pinch before sliding his hand back out from under the material, and then he started to unbind her hands.
"I forbid you to touch yourself until we get home," he whispered, his hands untying the knot which her struggles had tightened. "None of that disappearing to the restroom so you can stroke the tension from your body. No. You will let it build in you through dinner, and during the drive afterwards, ok?"
Scott left the tie on the seat as he offered his hand to her, to assist her out of the car. He shut the door and set the car alarm, and then escorted her into the restaurant.
The greeter welcomed them cheerfully, and Scott asked for a booth, quiet and away from the bar. The woman who seated them smiled in understanding, and took them to the farthest wall from the bar, and set menus down for them.
Scott motioned for Miya to sit, and he followed, sitting on the same side of the booth that she did, trapping her between himself and the wall of the booth. She had noted that early on in their relationship that he liked to sit by her, not across from her. But she knew tonight, it was for a different reason.
"Hello, my name is Shasta, and I'll be your server for tonight," the bubbly blonde said as she came to stand next to their booth, beaming with a smile of someone who was entirely TOO happy. "What can I get you two to drink?"
Scott looked up, nodding to the waitress. "She will have a lemonade, and I'll take a sweet-tea please," he said. The waitress jotted a few quick notes on her pad. "Any appetizers tonight? A Bloomin' Onion, or some cheese-fries?"
Scott shook his head. "Nope, I think we're ready to order, though, if that's ok with you?" he asked. All he could think about was... dessert.
The waitress nodded, "Alrighty, what can I get you two?"
"She'll have the filet, medium-rare, with mashed-potatoes. I'll have the larger sirloin, completely rare - still kicking, if you can, with mixed vegetables," he smiled.
Shasta giggled lightly, in such a way that indicated she had heard that before, especially in Nachton. "Gotcha, that will be right up for you," she said. "In the meantime, I'll go fetch you some bread."
She smiled at them as she departed, and Scott turned to look at Miya. She could feel his hand on her thigh beneath the table, where no one could see.
"Now... where were we?"
The next day ((attn scott))
She slowly peeked open an eye and then glanced at the clock. Six pm and starting to tend towards dusk. Stretching luxuriously next to Scott she thought over the previous night. She touched her neck, barely feeling where he had drank from her, only a bit of tenderness and a bruise. She was tired, oh so tired even now, and wanting a steak. She didn't often crave steaks but she was tonight. She looked over at him with a soft smile. He was back. She didn't believe he wouldn't leave again. How was she going to reconcile her 9 to 5 job with having him in her life? She'd skipped a lot of classes to be with him, more than she should have.
She wiggled down his body, enjoying the fact that he was there, and close to her. She giggled and took him into her mouth. She had woken him up before this way and as she remembered, he enjoyed it quite a bit. She slowly sucked him hard, and looked up, wanting to see his reaction....
