Blackmailed For Love

The limo came to a slow stop and a moment later the chauffeur opened the door for us.
I stepped out and then turned around to help her out.
But she didn't take my hand instead she ignored it and bumped my hand aside as she stepped out.
3 With a toss of her head, she walked ahead and I stifled a smile, for a moment I had felt bad but now seeing her attitude I felt
my shoulders relaxing a little, but the tension that had gripped me since the moment I laid my eyes upon her was still there.
She was so fucking beautiful.
Her innocent beauty has matured, the curves on her make my mouth water and all I wanted was to undress her slowly like I
would a well wrapped present, then I will lick every dip and slope of her naked body.
1 Her blue eyes were so wide and hazy with arousal, making my chest squeeze so tightly it was hard to take a lungful of breath
without losing myself in her.
But even though need beat at me, I could never forget her betrayal.
I had lived through it and there was a constant reminder that won't let me forget.
I caught up to her and slipped my arm around her waist, she jerked at my touch but relaxed slowly after a moment.
The two men in white uniforms opened the huge glass doors and we stepped inside in the warm glow and classy ambience of
the restaurant.
I gave my name to the attendee at the reception and he escorted us inside the dining area.
He was leading us toward the table that was visible from all directions and it wasn't something I wanted for tonight.
I asked him for another table and he said, "Sir, that table is reserved for someone else.
They are just late in arriving."
I shook my head.
"I would need that table or somewhere else that's private."

"Sir, our private lounge is booked for the night."
"So I have been told and if you can't accommodate me, I think we will have to leave."
I felt Elsa's eyes on me and her confusion for me making a fuss about the table but she would thank me later for what I planned
to do.
The man lets out a depressed sound and said, "If you'll just wait, I'll talk to my manager."
Ten minutes later we had a seat near the window that looked out on the garden beside the restaurant and a vantage point from
where we could see the whole dining room but not the opposite of it.
I slid on the sofa that was sitting with its back against the window and grabbed her hand when she started to sit in front of me.
She met my eyes and I said, "Sit beside me."
She looked wary, rightfully so.
But she didn't say anything as she sat down beside me, leaving several inches between us.
As she sat there, she wouldn't glance at me instead choosing to look around the restaurant.
I asked, "How is your mother liking the apartment?"
1 "It's fine."
She mumbled.
I scoffed.
"It's more than fine.
Better than the hovel you were living in."
Finally, she turned to me, her blue eyes narrowing at me but she couldn't pull off the cold look, because Elsa had the eyes that
always grant the other person a glimpse of heaven and deceives them into thinking that they are the window to the most
innocent of souls, "If you know it then why ask? Or you just want me to tell you how grateful I am for it?"
"It wouldn't go amiss,"

I muttered.
She said, "I am already paying for it by being with you and tolerating your perverted behaviour, I don't think I could show my
gratitude too."
I leaned closer, knowing how my toy was sitting where I wanted to be, and said, "You can show me your gratitude when I make
you come..."
I watched as goosebumps scattered on her neck and arms.
She looked away, fidgeting a little, and discreetly scooted away like I wouldn't notice.
She said, "My fingers work just fine, I don't need you for making myself come."
Fuck.
The image of her with her fingers between her legs, parting her pussy lips filled my mind and I couldn't dispel it even as I tried
hard when the waiter came to take our drinks order.
Absently, I ordered Cabernet sauvignon for us and wondered how long it would take for her to do that in front of me.
I don't know for how long I fantasized about her touching herself while I jerk myself in front of her but it was long enough for the
waiter to come back with the bottle of wine and two crystal glasses.
"I will do it."
I told the waiter, my voice thick because of the erotic images that ran through my mind.
He asked for what we wanted for the meal and I gave him our orders.
Elsa glared at me when I ordered for her but I knew that she liked Garlic butter baked Salmon and maybe that was the reason
she didn't say anything or maybe she was just concentrating on how that small toy felt inside her.
I wished for the latter, I wanted her to crave her orgasm so she would ask me for it.
2 I poured each of us a drink and when she didn't move to drink, I demanded, "Drink it."
Her lips twisted and she reluctantly picked up her wine glass.

Turning to me, she asked, "Want me to be drunk for what's to come?"
But she didn't wait for my response as she said, "Probably a good idea, at least I won't feel a thing."
"Drink."
I growled.
And I swear she fucking smirked before she hid it behind her glass.
1 I pulled out my phone and opened the app 1 had downloaded on the way to pick her up.
Smiling to myself I dragged the lever on the screen to the first level and then pressed the red button.
A soft squeak and the slight way she jerked in her seat was my reward.
Her wide eyes came to me, unbelievably shocked.
"What-"
1 I leaned closer, my lips brushing her soft cheek and her floral scent with something very sweet like baby powder entered my
lungs, I said, "You know I would never hit you but every time you try to be a smartarse with me I'll make you pay in delightful
ways only to stop at the last second unless, of course, you ask me for it."
2 Her delicate jaw clenched and she pressed her lips tight.
Her fingers tightened on her wine glass, glaring at me as she drank it in one long swallow then said, "Did I ever tell you how big
of an arsehole you are?"
I smirked, looking down at my phone.
I turned the lever up on the screen to the second level.
Her back straightened and she almost slammed the glass down on the table.
I quickly took it from her white knuckled grasp and she dropped her hands to the edge of the table gripping it tightly.
Her wide blue eyes came to me and she let out a whisper- a mixture of shock and soundless arousal.

"Kristian..."
I didn't correct her this time, not when my name sounded so perfect on her lips.
Instead, I asked, "Do you want something, little girl?"
She glared at me.
Those blue eyes spitting flames as she gritted out, "Go to hell."
"Had been there, little girl."
I replied, "You should know, you pushed me through the gates of it."
Instantly, guilt washed over her features and I took my eyes off her.
I unlocked my phone once again and turned the toy off.
She slumped back in her seat, her fingers trembling slightly before she curled them into fists.
Shortly after that the waiter returned with our food.
She thanked the waiter and looked down at her plate.
Her throat worked on a thick swallow and she deliberately let her hair hide half of her face from me.
1 I didn't say anything, I let her have a moment to herself as I busied myself by cutting into my steak.
I waited for her to do the same and start eating her food, just when I was about to push her she picked up her knife and fork.
A few minutes later, I asked, "Where were you all these years?"
She didn't pause or look at me as she replied, "Why, weren't you the one who told me to disappear, to run away?"
"Yeah, I did.
Because I was afraid I'd end up murdering you."
She paused and gave me a side eyed glance, then said, "You wouldn't have."

"And how are you so sure of it?"
I really wanted to know.
She replied, "Because killing someone who hurt you would be a mercy in your eyes, you would rather torture them and make
their life hell."
I couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle.
She knew me well.
I lifted my hand and tucked her hair behind her ear, she paused mid chew and I said, "You are right, little girl."
I lightly blew near her ear and she shivered.
"I'd rather play with my food before eating it."
She picked up my wine glass and took a sip from it.
She said, "You can play all you want, but I am warning you, I know how to scratch back."
"Oh, little girl.
You are becoming fearless... Is this the result of the wine or have you forgotten your guilt?"
She turned to me then and her blue eyes searched my eyes.
I watched as her shoulders relaxed and she said, "I can't forget it, not ever.
Not in the slightest when I am looking at your face, you remind me of it at every turn."
2 She lifted her palm and her fingers softly touched my cheek, lighting up my whole body before she dropped it, I wanted to
snatch it back and press it into my cheek, and remember the way it used to feel in the past, but I fought against the impulse as
she said, "You can punish me however you want, in your eyes I'm guilty but I am not going to let you play with my mind and
emotions, sir.
I will fight back at every turn, I'm not going to turn the other cheek."