Chapter 19 My Real Dessert
Iva’s P.O.V.
The waiter arrives and begins arranging our dinner on the table. The scent is mouthwatering. There is spiced pasta, warm garlic bread, and some kind of sizzling grilled meat that makes my stomach growl.
“Wow…” I can’t able to tear my eyes away from the food.
Will leans to the side, his hand still wrapped around my fingers. Then, with a subtle gesture, he signals the waiter to bend down before whispering something in his ear.
The waiter nods and walks away without a word.
I raise a brow at Will. “What did you say to him?”
He smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ll get to know.”
I narrow my eyes but let it go. “Anyway… all of this looks so delicious.”
“Not more than your lips, Professor.” His gaze slides down to my mouth like he’s starving for more than just food.
“You’re too much, Will.” I laugh, shaking my head.
Ignoring my words, he adds, “I’ll have them for dessert tonight.”
“I can’t wait.” I wink at him.
As we dig in, we talk. We laugh. We tease. And we touch each other’s hands across the table more than necessary. His stories, his wit, the way he watches me when I smile. I’ve never felt so full. And it’s not because of the food.
It’s him.
Time just flies away when I’m with him.
Once we finish, I push my chair back and stand up to go to the washroom.
Before I can move, Will’s hand catches my wrist, and in one quick pull, I land on his lap.
“Will!” I gasp, surprised. “The waiter could come back!”
“Don’t worry about that.” His arms wrap tightly around my waist. “I told him not to disturb us until I call.”
I stare at him. “So that’s what you said to him.”
He nods and his arm tightens around my waist. “Now tell me, Professor… where were you going without informing your Master?”
The shift in his voice is instant.
From charming to commanding.
My heartbeat accelerates.
God. It’s amazing, the way he changes so quickly. I’m falling for both sides of him. The one who kisses my hand gently… and the one who grabs my throat without a second thought.
“I was just going to the restroom… Will.”
“Now it’s Master.” His hand moves to my hair and grips it, pulling my head back, making me gasp.
“I thought we were just Will and Iva during this dinner.” My breath is becoming heavier, because of his proximity and his dominance like always.
“Don’t misinterpret. Your Master is never off duty. Haven’t you understood that yet, Professor?” His gaze is burning my body.
I can’t look away. Can’t think. I’m completely lost in him.
“Haven’t you?” he repeats, tugging my hair to bring me back to the moment.
“Yes,” I answer. “Of course, I understood. But… this dinner felt different.”
His hand moves to my chin, tilting it up so I have no choice but to look into his eyes. “I know. But never forget who is in charge.”
“Okay, Master.” I nod, panting.
A satisfied smile spreads across his face. “Good girl.”
His hand slides down my side and rests just above my thigh. “Now… Wrap your legs around me like a good professor. I want to have my dessert.”
The way he commands me, makes my whole body hum with need.
“Yes, Master.”
I shift, straddling him, and the slit of my dress parts to reveal my thighs. His hands grip my waist and pull me closer to him, pressing our bodies. We’re now deadly close to each other, our eyes locked on each other, and we can feel each other’s breath on our lips.
He suddenly grabs my buttocks tightly and crashes his mouth to mine. I moan in his mouth, clutching his hair as his one hand squeezes my tit and the other one spanks my buttock.
This kiss is wild. Intense. I melt into it as I begin to grind his hardness, needing more. We kiss like we’re starving for each other. I lose myself completely in the moment, in him.
Then suddenly, I gasp.
His hand slides beneath the slit of my dress, slipping up the inside of my thigh slowly, making my skin burn with anticipation.
Then I feel his fingers grazing the edge of my panties.
“Will—” I start, but his lips cut me off.
His fingers move aside the fabric of my underwear. He’s doing everything in slow motion deliberately, because it turns me on even more. I’m dripping wet right now, dying to feel his hand on my pussy.
As his fingers touch where I wanted the most, I moan into his mouth, and he swallows every sound, kissing me even harder and rougher.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“You’re so damn wet for me,” he whispers against my lips. “And I love it.”
The pad of his thumb moves in tight circles on my most sensitive spot, and my hips buck instinctively in his lap. I dig my nails into his shoulders
“Master…” I breathe, overwhelmed.
“Shh,” he says in a husky tone, his thumb never stopping. “Let me enjoy you.”
He enters his two fingers deep inside me, stretching me just enough to make me cry out, but again, he catches the sound with his mouth, muffling my moans in another passionate kiss.
His thumb never stops circling while his fingers move in perfect rhythm, driving me crazy. My thighs begin to shake, my core clenches around his fingers, and my head falls forward to his shoulder.
His breath brushes my ear. “Good girl. You’re doing so well for your Master.”
The orgasm crashes into me, and my entire body jerks in his lap. My legs twitch, and I breathe heavily, holding him so tightly.
And he embraces me, letting me ride it out while he kisses the corner of my lips and whispers filth into my ear I’m too far gone to fully understand.
When I finally move away, still dazed and pulsing, he pulls his hand away slowly.
Then he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks my cum clean from his fingers. He looks directly into my eyes as he does it.
My mouth falls open slightly as I watch him. It’s not the first time I’ve seen him taste me, but every time I do, I just can’t take my eyes off him. God, he looks so hot.
“That was my real dessert.” He says gravelly, smirking.
I blush so hard I feel it all the way to my toes. “You’re insatiable.”
He chuckles softly, brushing his thumb over my lower lip. “Only when it comes to you, Professor.”