Chapter 3 Alexandre

The dining room was too quiet.

No music. No conversation. Just the slow clink of silver against porcelain and the sound of him watching her chew.

Lia sat across from him, wearing a black silk dress that dipped too low and rode too high. One of his people had dressed her. Again. No underwear. Of course.

Alexandre didn't look rushed. He never did. He cut his steak calmly, like he wasn't planning to ruin her with every minute that passed.

She hadn't touched much of her food. Her stomach was too tight. Every time she looked up, he was staring. His eyes pinned her like she was some exotic dish he was still deciding how to devour.

"You're quiet tonight," he finally said, voice low.

She blinked. "I didn't know if I was allowed to talk."

His mouth curved slightly. "You're always allowed. But not always wise to."

Her pulse stuttered. "Then why bring me here?"

He stood.

She didn't know what he was doing until he came around the table and stopped beside her chair. One gloved hand slid into her hair, pushing it back, exposing her neck.

"Because I like to watch you squirm," he murmured.

Then he leaned down, lips brushing her ear.

"And I like making you do it somewhere you shouldn't."

Her breath caught.

Before she could react, his hand slipped under the table. Lifted the edge of her dress. She grabbed his wrist, panicked.

"Wait-"

"Hands on the table," he said.

She froze.

He straightened, towering over her now. "Now."

Slowly, she placed both trembling hands on the tablecloth, the fork rattling beside her plate. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought he'd hear it.

He picked her up, slowly placing her on the edge of the table, pushing her legs apart as he did so and slipped one hand between her thighs. His fingers found her soaked, already so warm and needy it was humiliating.

"Tch," he whispered. "Look at this. Wet before I even touched you."

"Please," she whispered, eyes wide. "Someone could come in-"

"No one will," he said. "But even if they did, let them watch. Let them see what's mine."

He slid a finger inside.

She gasped, her thighs and her hands reaching to grab his.

"Keep your hands flat," he warned.

She nodded frantically, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. His finger moved deeper, slow and unforgiving, curling just right. Her hips twitched.

Then he added a second.

The stretch made her eyes roll back.

She let out a soft, desperate moan.

"Do you like this?" he asked, voice against her neck. "Being touched like a filthy little thing, right where anyone could walk in?"

She couldn't speak.

So he went faster.

His fingers pumped into her hard and deep, every wet sound echoing. She had to bite her wrist to stay quiet. But he pulled it away.

"No hiding. I want to hear you."

Her moans spilled out, unfiltered, messy.

She couldn't stop shaking. Her legs were trembling, thighs soaked. She was about to fall apart and he knew it. He pulled his fingers out, earning a desperate Moan in return.

He pushed the dress up until her tits were in plain site, her nipples were red and hard, they hadnt recovered fully from the incident of the nipple clamps. Alexandre ran his fingers over them, kneading the soft flesh firmly and tugging at the nips as he did so.

Lia groan, rolling her hips against the table, trying to pull out the orgasm.

"Lie back" he ordered, Lia did as he said, wincing as her back hit the cold glass table. Alexandre pulled her to the edge and bent down, running his tongue softly over her folds. Lia gasped, grabbing unto the edge of these table for support.

"Alexandre" She moaned, pushing her hips in rhythm with his tongue. Alexandre smacked her tits as a warning.

"Did I give you permission to call my name you filthy slut?" he growled. "You will call me Daddy".

Lia nodded eagerly praying that he'd just fuck her and put her out of her misery.

"Are you wet for your daddy?" Lia nodded.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked, his eyebrow raised waiting for her response. "use your words" he added with another sharp smack to her pussy.

"Yes Please daddy"

Alexandre chuckled "I will but not now because you've been a bad girl, when you're a very good girl I'll do just that". He plunged another finger into her, Lia moaned so loud her voice startled. He put in another finger, thrusting in and out and at that moment, Lia turned and saw a woman standing and watching them, she gasped but she wasn't getting away from Alexandre.

"Cum," he whispered in her ear. "Cum on my fingers, right here, like the obedient little thing you're becoming."

She shattered.

Her eyes squeezed shut. Her mouth opened but no sound came out for a second-just breath, just tremors, just pure release.

He didn't let go until she was completely undone.

Then he pulled his fingers out slowly, dragging her wetness across the inside of her thigh like he was marking her.

"You taste like sin," he said, and kissed her throat.

And just like that, he returned to his seat and picked up his fork again and left her at the edge of the table, legs wide, cum dripping from her red pussy, open for anyone to see.

Like nothing had happened.

Like she wasn't still gasping, legs trembling, hands clenched on the table.

Like she hadn't just been fingered into submission over dinner.