Emily took charge, ordering a selection of sushi rolls and sashimi for them to share. As the waiter left, she reached for her chopsticks with practiced ease.
Lucas watched her, a mix of admiration and frustration crossing his face. “How the hell do you make that look so effortless?”
She laughed, twirling the chopsticks between her fingers. “Years of practice, daddy. Don’t tell me you’ve never used chopsticks before?”
He winced, picking up his own pair awkwardly. “Never had much reason to. I’m more of a steak and potato guy.”
“Here, let me show you,” Emily said, setting her chopsticks down and leaning across the table. She gently repositioned his fingers, her touch lingering. “Like this. Hold the top one like a pencil, and keep the bottom one steady.”
Lucas fumbled, nearly dropping them. “Christ, this is harder than it looks.”
Emily couldn’t help but smirk. “I never thought I’d see the day when there was something you weren’t immediately good at.”
He raised an eyebrow, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Oh, I assure you, baby girl, there are plenty of things I excel at. Perhaps I’ll need to remind you later.”
A shiver ran down Emily’s spine, heat pooling in her core. She wondered if the other diners could sense the tension crackling between them, or if it was all in her head.
Emily cleared her throat, refocusing on the task at hand. “Okay, let’s try again. Pick up that piece of nigiri.”
Lucas concentrated, his brow furrowing as he maneuvered the chopsticks. After a moment of precarious wobbling, he managed to lift the sushi to his mouth without dropping it.
“I’ll be damned,” he muttered, chewing thoughtfully.
Emily beamed, her green eyes sparkling with pride. She leaned in close, her lips barely brushing his ear as she whispered, “I’m so proud of you, daddy.”
Lucas’ breath hitched, his piercing blue eyes darkening with desire. He swallowed hard, fighting to maintain his composure in the crowded restaurant.
“Careful, baby girl,” he warned, his voice low and husky. “Keep that up, and we might not make it to dessert.”
Emily sat back, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. She picked up her own chopsticks, deliberately slow and sensual as she selected a piece of sashimi.
Emily savoured the delicate flavor of the sashimi, her mind racing with thoughts of what Lucas might have purchased. Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she set down her chopsticks and fixed him with an innocent look.
“So,” she began, aiming for nonchalance but failing miserably, “what did you end up buying in Ann Summers, daddy?”
Lucas’ lips twitched, amusement dancing in his eyes. “That’s a surprise, baby girl. You’ll have to wait and see.”
Emily’s bottom lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout. “But I don’t want to wait,” she whined playfully, her foot sliding up his calf under the table.
“Patience is a virtue,” Lucas murmured, his voice dropping an octave. “And good things come to those who wait.”
Emily’s heart raced, her imagination running wild. What could he have bought that he was so eager to keep secret? The possibilities were endless, and each one more thrilling than the last.
“Fine,” she huffed, feigning annoyance. “But it better be worth the wait.”
Lucas leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “Oh, trust me, it will be. And if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll give you a hint.”
Emily squirmed in her seat, desire coiling tight in her belly. She wondered if the other diners could see how flushed she was, how her nipples had hardened beneath her blouse.
“You’re evil,” she muttered, reaching for her water glass with trembling fingers.
Lucas just smirked, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “You love it.”
Emily leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, daddy, please tell me.”
Lucas’ gaze darkened, a predatory glint in his eye. He reached across the table, his fingers ghosting over her wrist. “Begging already, baby girl? We haven’t even left the restaurant.”
A shiver ran down Emily’s spine. She pressed her thighs together, trying to quell the ache building between them. “You know what you do to me,” she breathed.
He chuckled, low and deep. “I do. And that’s precisely why I’m not telling you.” His thumb traced lazy circles on her pulse point. “The anticipation will make it so much sweeter.”
Emily bit her lip, torn between frustration and arousal. She wanted to stamp her foot and demand answers, but she also craved the delicious tension he was creating.
“You’re impossible,” she grumbled, but there was no real heat behind it.
Lucas winked. “That’s why you love me, sweetheart.” He picked up his chopsticks again, returning to his meal as if nothing had happened. “Now eat your sushi before it gets warm.”
Emily huffed, stabbing a piece of salmon with more force than necessary. But as she chewed, she couldn’t help but smile. Whatever Lucas had planned, she knew it would be worth the wait.
As they finished their sushi and waited for dessert, Emily felt a wicked idea forming. She smirked, her green eyes glinting with mischief.
Lucas caught her expression and raised an eyebrow. “What’s that look for?”
Emily shrugged innocently, reaching for her phone. “Oh, nothing.”
She tapped out a message, her fingers flying over the screen. Lucas’ phone buzzed a moment later. He glanced down, his eyes widening as he read.
Emily watched with satisfaction as Lucas’ eyes darted across his phone screen, his breath catching audibly. She had spared no detail in her provocative text, describing exactly how she planned to dress for him later – all sheer lace and strategically placed openings, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Her message continued, outlining her deepest desires with unflinching boldness. She wrote of his hands ghosting over her skin, teasing her to the brink of madness. Of his tongue exploring every inch of her body, drawing out gasps and moans.
With a wicked grin, Emily described her eagerness to try the plug she was certain he’d purchased, imagining the delicious stretch and fullness. She painted a vivid picture of bending over for him, ass reddened from his firm spanks.
“Fuck me while I’m wearing it,” she’d typed, her core clenching at the mere thought. “Then tease me until I’m begging you to take my ass.”
Lucas’ grip on his phone tightened, his knuckles white. He swallowed hard, meeting her gaze with darkened eyes.
“Christ, baby girl,” he muttered, voice rough. “You’re playing with fire.”
She leaned in, whispering, “Maybe I want to get burned.”