Lacey walked into the restaurant and nervously looked around. It was one of the nicest in town and she knew she was too nervous to eat.

"May I help you Miss?" The Hostess asked.

"I'm…I'm meeting someone here." Lacy started to explain.

"She's with me Amy." A deep rich voice said behind her placing a hand on her bare back.

"Yes Mr. Black. Please let me know if you need anything. Anything at all." The hostess offered a little too friendly for Lacey's taste.

Lacey with was led by a firm but gentle hand to a table in a secluded cove. She sat and quietly Thank her dinner date when he held the chair out for her.

The waiter was there the moment they were seated comfortably pouring her a glass of wine. She thanked him and took a sip to try to relieve her dry mouth as hers eyes roamed over the man at the table. Instead of sitting across from each other they were seated in large comfortable chairs that almost faced each other.

Once the waiter disappeared as quickly as he appeared her date leaned forward. He didn't whisper but spoke quietly. "I take it from your presence here you have accepted my offer."

Lacey nodded her response.

He frowned but continued. "Did you bring the contract?"

Lacey took the folded contract she had signed before arriving out of her purse and handed it to him with shaky fingers.

She watched as he put it inside his suit pocket without opening it. How did he know she signed it?

"And you followed my directions for this evening?"

Again Lacey nodded her response.

"Lacey." He warned still keeping his voice low. "Is that how you answer my questions? Did you not read the papers I sent to you?"

Understanding lacey looked up into his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm just nervous. I didn't mean any disrespect Sir."

She watched him bring his wine up to his lips. He had great lips. Full and luscious and she had been wanting to taste those lips since the first time she met him two months ago. She shifted in her seat beginning to get aroused just thinking about it.

"Show me."

Lacey blinked at him not sure what she was supposed to show him. Had he said something and she missed it, or was she suppose to show him she was sorry, she wasn't sure.

He lifted one elegant brow.

"I don't understand what you want me to do Sir."

He gifted her with a smile and drank again. "Very good Lacey. Trust and communication are two things we cannot be missing."

"Yes Sir." Lacey nodded her head also to show she understood.

He leaned back in his chair and Lacey saw his eyes sparkle. "I want you to show me you followed the directions I gave you for tonight."

"Okay." Lacey took a drink too. "How?"

"Open your legs and pull your dress up."

Lacey was glad she had put the wine glass down because she was sure she would have dropped it. "What?" She hissed.

He tsked her shaking her head. "Using your free passes early my darling."

Lacey started to look over her shoulder.

"Look at me." He snapped keeping his voice low but it was said with such power and command that her eyes went back to his. "Look at me. Pull your dress up and spread your legs. If you cannot follow this small task I don't believe we will get very far together.

Lacey didn't want to lose this before it started. Watching his eyes to avoid looking around she shifted in her chair until she could bring the hem of her black dress up around her hips. Then she slowly spread her legs giving him a full view at her most intimate part.

"Lean back against the chair."

Lacey knew her face was beet red when she leaned back and felt even more exposed.

She jumped when he reached a hand over her freshly waxed mound. "Very nice."

Lacey thought she would die from embarrassment when his fingers trailed though her own juices that were escaping. He continued to gently touch and run his fingers over her and she was afraid if he didn't stop she was going to cum right there in the restaurant.

When he pinched her aroused and blossoming clit between his fingers she bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud.

"Please Sir."

"Please what." He asked as one long thin finger slipped inside her tight wet hole.

"If…if you don't stop I'm going to cum."

"You don't like to cum?" He asked as he worked his finger in and out at a steady pace.

"Of course I do!" She panted out. "But not…I mean…we're in public."

"No one is around." He took his finger out and brought it to her mouth. "Clean my finger."

Lacey opened her mouth and gingerly took his finger inside tasting herself for the first time. It surprised her that it wasn't disgusting like she imagined.

"I usually don't allow my slut's to cum when I first take them on. I am willing to make an exception." He looked at his watch. "Our food will arrive in three minutes and forty seconds. You may make yourself cum before the food get's here."

"You want me too…?" Lacey trailed off as he looked back at his watch.

Lacey bit her lip as her fingers traced her swollen core. She'd almost been there. Her body was tight and demanding release. She ran her finger over her clit and pressed down before slipping two of her fingers in her sex that had been abandoned. She moved her fingers in and out and rubbed her thumb over her clit.

"Spread your legs wider. I want to see your juices."

Lacey complied without thought. Her hips bucking and she slammed her fingers inside fucking herself hard and fast. She was almost there. If she just had a little more. Oh God she needed to cum.

Having his eyes on her was kicking up her arousal, the chance anyone could walk around the corner and see her fucking her own hand was driving her mad. She rubbed furiously at her clit trying to reach the last hurtle and throw herself over the edge she so needed.

She cried out when he grabbed her hand and yanked her skirt back down. She heard shoes come around the corner. "Times up." He said before taking her fingers and licking and sucking each one. He dropped her hand as the waiter served them.

Lacey squirmed in her chair trying to relieve the pressure. She wondered if the waiter would notice if she humped the chair. She looked over at the pair of deep blue eyes that had been watching her so intensely. The waiter might not notice but she knew he would.

Picking up his fork he smiled at her once again when the waiter left them alone. "You're going to regret not coming when you had the chance."

Lacey swallowed. "But I tried."

He cut her off with only a look. "That was your first test. I told you to come. You did not. You failed you're first test. It will be a long time before you earn the privilege of a release again."

He took a bit of his food as Lacey watched with her mouth open.

"I suggest you eat."