Eating Dessert Before Dinner

She looked down at the sheer black, lacy robe she wore over a crimson, stringy outfit that impossibly bared more of her body than it concealed. The red against her skin made her pale pink nipples stand out even more against her lightly tanned skin. The outfit lifted her breasts, wrapping around her torso in a criss-crossing pattern that drew my eyes everywhere on her body that was going to send me to Hell. My eyes finally made their way down to where her damp pubic curls glistened in the artificial light. Her hands nervously moved down her body.

“T-the lady at the store said it was a bestseller.” She took a step back. “I-I can change if you don’t like it.”

I got up to slowly approach her. She swallowed nervously as I stopped in front of her. I took her hand and put it over my groin, letting her feel how hard I was at that moment. Her eyes widened as she tilted her head back to look up at me.

“I think you found the outfit I want you to serve me dinner in every night,” I tell her huskily, barely managing to restrain myself from picking her up to take her straight to bed, which was made worse when her fingers flexed against my erection. “What did you make us for dinner?”

“Steak, mashed potatoes, and honey-glazed asparagus.”

I picked her up, gripping her ass hard to make her grind against my erection as I carried her into the dining room. Sitting on the table were two full plates and a vase full of her favorite flowers. Daisies.

“Wait!” She cried, wiggling to get down, making me groan when my body got harder.

I put her down, and she dashed over to the stereo to press play. Classical music immediately filled the room as she spun around to run into the kitchen. She came back moments later to put purple candles into the candle holders on the table. She lit them before hurrying past me to flip the light off. I eyed her when she came back to stand in front of me, smiling.

“What’s all this?”

Her face fell. “I… I thought I was supposed to help you relax? You seem so stressed out, and I just wanted to-”

I silenced her nervous babble with a kiss. She instantly melted against me as my tongue slid over hers while my hand came up to cup her breast, lightly bouncing it in my hand. Fuck. She felt so good. I pulled away from her, readjusting my cock in my pants. Her hands covered her red cheeks, enticing me to make her blush harder. Before I could follow through, she took my hand to tug me to the table. She pushed me into a seat in front of one of the plates before taking the seat next to mine, smiling at me.

“I hope you like it.”

I cut into the steak, marveling at the medium rareness of it, before putting it into my mouth. The mesquite garlic flavor exploded on my tongue, making me moan as my eyes closed. She giggled.

“Does that mean you approve?”

“Oh, yes,” I said, stuffing an asparagus into my mouth.

She beamed at me. “Good.”

“So, Maddie-”

She jumped up. “I forgot your drink! I’ll be right back.”

I put another bite of steak in my mouth as she spun around. I instantly tried to swallow and began to choke on the chunk of meat as I watched her round ass jiggling as she left the room. The stringy outfit cupped her ass perfectly, making me wish my tongue was the string between her perfectly apple-shaped cheeks. When she came back, she carried wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. She poured me a glass, and I guzzled it down, washing the steak down. She held up the other glass.

“Do you mind if I have some wine?”

I shook my head. She poured herself a glass before nervously sipping it as I studied her, continuing to slowly eat.

“So, Maddie, what have you been doing these past 2 years?”

“Hiding.”

My fork paused as anger surged through me. “Besides that,” I snapped.

She pushed her food around on her plate. “Whatever I could. That is, until Mom showed up, causing issues at my jobs. My boss would fire me, and I would have to crawl to her and beg her for money to get by.” She held up her hand to stop my response to what she said. “I know. I could have come to you. I’m sorry I didn’t. My last job was my favorite. I was training at a restaurant to be a chef. They were so kind to me. They would feed me dinner every day, even when I was off. The owner, Rob, treated me like a daughter.”

“What happened?”

“Mom showed up with that man, and when I refused to serve her, she threw a fit.”

“Why did you refuse to serve her?”

She lowered her head. “He tried to convince me to go to the bathroom with him while Mom was outside on the phone. I refused. He got mad and tried to hold me hostage. It didn’t surprise me in the slightest.”

“Why not?” I asked, already plotting to hunt the motherfucker down.

She met my eyes as she put a bite of mashed potatoes in her mouth. “Because all men cheat. It’s in their nature. They could have the perfect woman and still think the grass is greener on the other side.”

“Not all men cheat.”

She snorted. “Tell me one that doesn’t.”

“I don’t.”

“You’re lying. If you didn’t, we wouldn’t have a contract.”

I set my fork down. “Maddie, I’ve been loyal to your mother for 18 years. 18 long, hard years. She’s been gone for almost 2 years. Our relationship is as good as over.”

“Then why is she part of our contract?” She asked.

We talked about this earlier, and the answer I had given her seemed less true than it had been mere hours before. I sighed.

“I don’t know. It seemed right at the time. She is still my wife.”

“Then divorce her.”

I met her eyes. “Is that what you want me to do? Would divorcing her make you feel better about what we’re doing?”

She looked away from me. “It’s your life. You can do whatever you want with it.”

I leaned across the table to grip her chin to make her meet my eyes. “Do you want me to divorce Amber, Madison?” I asked as I rubbed my thumb over her trembling bottom lip.

Her hand came up to circle my wrist. “I want to believe in love. I want to give myself to the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. I want to have a family. I want a powder blue house with a 6-foot-tall privacy fence. I want a man who loves only me and who will remind me every day why we have a privacy fence. I want to have a horde of dogs I can run around with and love. I want to become a veterinarian.” She jerked her chin away from my hand. “But those are dreams that I had to let go of.”

“Why?”

“Because I grew up. People like me don’t win. People like my mother do. Everyone says good always triumphs in the end, but they underestimate the villain. I’m not Cinderella or Snow White. I’m not going to prick my finger on a poisoned spinning wheel, take a long nap, and wake up with true love’s first kiss. I’m not going to be rescued by a charming prince who’s only going to want me. I’m just Madison Morgan. I barely finished school. I don’t have a relationship with my mother, and I signed a sex contract with the man who was always my father. I don’t know if you noticed, Dad, but that’s not the start of a fairytale.”

“So, let’s end our contract then. I’ll pay for your schooling and buy you your dream house. You can have your savings account.”

“Is that what you want? Do you want me to leave?”

I sighed as I pushed my chair back to pull her onto my lap. “No, babygirl. I just got you back. I want you to be happy. Whatever that means for you. If you want to stay here with me, then stay here. If you want to go, then go. Just know that if you stay, I’m going to take care of you, even if you end our contract. I’m still going to help you reach your dreams. All of them are things that are within reach.” I tipped her chin up to look at me. “This is your life, your decision. I just don’t want to lose you again.”

She wrapped her arm around my neck as she leaned toward me. “This is my decision,” she murmured against my lips before kissing me.

I ran my hand up her back to cup the back of her neck as I deepened our kiss. She shifted on my lap to grind against me. As we continued kissing, I gently pushed the robe off her shoulders. She pulled back, panting, and I used the break in our kiss to tug her head back, moving my lips over her neck.

“Oh,” she moaned. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Why?” I asked as I kissed down her chest to trace her nipple with my tongue.

“Or t-the kitchen,” she moaned. “F-fuck me while I cleeeean. Ahhhh!” She cried out as I swept the plates off the table to lay her back on it.

I bent her legs before pulling her to the edge of the table. I pulled the red string to the side to look at her pussy unobstructed as I traced her folds with my fingertip before using my other hand to spread her lips apart, watching my finger sink into her warm tightness. I stared as my finger repeatedly disappeared into her hole while she moaned softly, writhing on the table in front of me.

“Has anybody touched you like this, Maddie? Seen you like this?”

“N-no.”

“Good.”

I lifted her hips up so I could suck on her clit while my fingers kept moving inside of her. I arched my fingers inside of her, applying pressure to the top of her pussy. Her cry of pleasure excited me even more. I pressed down on her stomach as I added another finger. She bucked wildly, screaming as her pussy gripped my fingers tightly. I rolled her clit gently between my teeth as her body shook violently. I chuckled as I kissed up her body, letting her taste herself on my tongue before pulling away to rain kisses on the rest of her face.

“Go to bed, Maddie. I’ll clean up.”

She bit her lip. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I’m not going to ask you to clean up after me. Go on.”

She hopped off the table, scampering out of the room with a deep blush on her face. I set about cleaning up the wasted food. As I was cleaning the remnants of the food off the hardwood floor, she walked back in wearing jeans and a black hoodie with a small bag over her shoulder. I eyed her.

“Are you going somewhere?”

She nodded. “I’m getting a hotel room for the night.”

“Why?”

“Because my room doesn’t have a lock on it. I have a thing about sleeping in rooms without locks.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Since when?”

“For a couple of years,” she mumbled.

I eyed her for a moment before walking over to grip her elbow to lead her to my room. I pointed to my keys on the bedside table. “You can sleep in here tonight. We’ll go get you a lock tomorrow. Okay?”

She chewed on her bottom lip. “Are you sure?”

I tilted her face up to peck her lips again. “Yes. Get some sleep, Maddie. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight… I don’t even know what to call you…”

I chuckled again as I took her in my arms. “You can call me Joseph or Joey. Daddy in the bedroom.”

She slapped my shoulder, smirking a little. “Perv.”