thought of her walking through the restaurant smelling of my cum, feeling it on her skin.
Her jeweled eyes flashed. I felt the scrape of her teeth as she bit down on my thumb, but her momentary defiance quickly abated as her eyes shifted downward in supplication to me.
By the time the doors opened again, both her dress and my attire were in perfect order. As I escorted her through the dining room, I gave a cursory nod to the many business associates and acquaintances seated throughout.
After being shown our table, Elizabeth rose.
“I just need to go to the ladies’ room.”
Part of me wanted to say no, wanted to enjoy the thought of her sitting throughout dinner with the sticky, musky scent of my warm cum between her thighs, but I relented.
“Don’t be long.”
She nodded and left our table. I watched as she approached a server, presumably to ask directions to the loo. Just as the server was pointing in the wrong direction, a board member from one of my many companies blocked my view.
“Richard! So nice to see you, old chap. You disappeared off the planet a few months ago. Where have you been?”
Rising to shake his hand, I looked over his shoulder. Elizabeth was not in the dining room. Assuming they had given her the proper way, I turned my attention to the blowhard who was trying to curry my favor.
After several minutes of him droning on about an upcoming board vote that would not go his way, primarily because I had decreed it wouldn’t, I realized Elizabeth hadn’t returned.
Giving no apology, I turned my back on my companion and went in search of her.
After checking the ladies’ room, I finally found the server she had spoken to several minutes earlier.
Grabbing the smaller man by the shoulders, I demanded to know what they had said.
The man stammered, “I’m… I’m… so-sorry, sir. She didn’t ask about the ladies’ loo.”
“What did she ask?”
“She asked for the nearest back exit out of the restaurant,” he stammered as he raised an arm to point in the direction he had sent Elizabeth.
Tossing the server aside, I dashed across the dining room. Pushing the levers of a pair of partially hidden double doors in the absolute back of the restaurant, I saw they opened onto a deserted hallway.
She was gone.
Chapter 10
Lizzie
I couldn’t breathe.
The mirrored walls of the lift wobbled and swirled like distorted fun house walls as the lift careened toward the ground level. Clutching at my stomach, I tried to quell the rising hysteria that threatened to boil over.
Gripping the handrails, all I could hear was the blood pouring in my ears as I waited for the doors to open, certain I would see a furious Richard on the other side.
The lift stopped. The pause nearly drove me mad. Finally, the enormous metal doors slid open and I released the breath I didn’t know I was holding. All that was waiting for me on the other side was a small group of tourists.
Shifting my shoulders, I squeezed past them as they excitedly clambered into the elevator. Hitching up my dress, I was careful not to slip as I ran in heels across the slick, polished floor of the lobby. Pushing through the heavy glass door, I felt a rush of frigid, bracing air hit my heated cheeks.
Casting a fearful glance over my shoulder, I didn’t wait for the doorman to assist me. Running toward the street with my arm held high, I screamed for a taxi. The familiar round headlights of a black cab sprang to life as the car pulled forward.
“St. Pancras Station,” I demanded as I crouched low in the back seat, afraid to look at the entrance to The Shard in case I saw Richard chasing after me.
Clutching at my stomach again, I rocked back and forth.
“OhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygod.”
What the hell have I done?
Maybe it wasn’t too late? I could tell the cabdriver to turn around and take me back. I hadn’t been gone that long yet. I could tell Richard I had gotten lost trying to find the restroom. He would understand. Sure, because he had shown himself to be such an understanding man when it came to me.
“Are you all right, miss?” asked the driver as he peered into the windshield mirror to stare at me in the back.
No!
“Yes, thank you.”
Streetlights illuminated the massive brick Victorian structure as soon as it came into view. Tossing the driver his money, I ran into the station.
The ticket agent gave me several odd looks