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was a good or bad thing.

Either way, I needed this dinner to be over.

*

Eleven-forty, and we were still sitting at the damn table, this time with dessert on our plates.

Valley was surprisingly calm tonight, not living up to her standards. Instead, she was talking to her cousin, Beatrix, sitting next to her.

I listened in on their conversation, but it was pretty damn boring even with Valley carrying most of it.

Something was up, and it couldn’t be possible that she hadn’t even touched me underneath the table.

Not even once, so as petty as I was, I took it upon myself to do what I told her not to.

Christ, why was I even mad when she listened for once?

I placed my hand on her thigh, squeezing it while I kept my eyes on Andrew who was telling a story, but when she moved her gaze to me, I turned my head to look at her.

It’s been far too many hours since we had properly looked at each other, and our looks mimicked each other’s, both filled with need.

I couldn’t sit here any longer without touching her, and the longer she stared at me, trying to figure out if she should get up so I could follow her out of the room, the more I wanted her to.

I brushed my thumb along her soft skin, feeling the heat between her legs against my hand.

No panties. Of course not.

I cleared my throat, and as I was about to look back at her father, she pushed the chair back and got up. “Excuse me,” she told her parents, and five seconds later she had left the room.

I let a few minutes pass, seeing as the bathrooms were upstairs and would take a while to get to, and when Andrew and Della picked up on their conversations again, I got up as well and walked out of the dining room to get to the large stairs leading to a more private area of the club.

There was a bar upstairs, and the barkeepers were getting ready to serve their guests as soon as they were done eating their desserts.

I walked past the bar to get to the bathrooms, and when I rounded the corner, Valley gripped my tie and pulled me to her, crashing her lips against mine.

“I missed you,” she whispered into the kiss, and I pushed her against the wall with my hand wrapped around her throat to immediately take control over her.

“You’ve been a good girl tonight,” I replied, biting her bottom lip and then sucking it into my mouth to show her how much I needed her.

I muffled her soft moans by deepening the kiss, and while I kept her in place with my right hand, I moved my left under her dress to feel how wet she was.

She was wet enough to make her juices drip down her thighs, and I could smell her arousal without having to lift my hand to my nose.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth to taste her, and her hands moved down to my crotch, cupping my dick and squeezing it tightly to show me her needs and wants.

This couldn’t go on for too long, but in the few minutes we had left, I wanted to make the best out of it.

I pushed my wet fingers into her pussy after rubbing her clit, and while her legs started to shake, I moved my knee between them to keep her steady on her heels.

She gripped my arms tightly, kissing me back passionately.

As good as she was, not teasing or messing with me, it made me want to fuck her even harder and punish her.

It contradicted everything I stood for, because her being obedient was what every dominant man would want, but it pissed me off more than anything, to be honest.

I wanted her to misbehave, show me her wild side and risk getting caught.

Her tightness squeezed around my two fingers while I moved them faster, and to make her come faster, I rubbed my thumb against her clit, feeling it throb at the touch of it.

“Such a good girl…show me how bad you can be,” I challenged. “Come for me, Valley.”

Our eyes met again, and I didn’t look away and watched closely as pleasure filled hers.

“Come for me,” I repeated, my face close to hers as her breath started to hitch.

“Oh…daddy,” she cried out.

I kept going until her knees gave in, and when the orgasm hit her, she closed her eyes and threw her head back as