Chapter 20

Spade Maverick

I opened the passenger side and she got in.

"Thank you." She whispered and I hummed, shutting the door.

I walked behind the car so I could adjust myself because fuck.

I got in and leaned over, buckling her.

I checked in the mirror, seeing the kiss mark.

"Don't get rid of it." She grabbed my wrist.

"Okay." I laughed, settling my hand on her thigh.

"When will you tell me what this means?" She pointed to the tattoo behind my ear.

I smiled.

"Do you know how I said I believe in fate?" I asked, beginning the drive.

"Yes."

"I got this tattoo five years ago when I began this casino. Ace of Spades is what it says, amore mio." I told her.

She touched it, her fingers cold as they pressed against my skin.

"Do you seriously believe in that stuff? Or is it all of it like soulmates too?" She asked.

"I'm not quite sure. I've never thought of myself having or being a soulmate." I shrugged.

She brought my hand to her lips, kissing the back of it and an intrusive thought came to tattoo the red shape on me.

"Grazie, Ace. I don't think I've met a woman who's done that." I parked in front of the building, stepping out as I walked to her side, opening the door and assisting her gorgeous self from the car, handing my keys to the car boy.

"Mr. Spade." He nodded. Flashes of temporary paparazzi came, getting photos of Vanessa.

I was grateful her dress required spandex shorts because of these creeps.

I took her arm, looping it through mine.

"Would I be considered immodest for wanting to ask sexual questions on a first date?" She whispered.

"No." Then we got up to the front, the hostess startled.

"Oh Mr. Spade, Miss, follow me." She nearly fell over trying to lead us to our table.

Ace laughed.

I pulled out her chair for her as the hostess set the menus down.

I helped her scoot in.

"Is it overwhelming to be you?" She asked when I sat down.

"Not at all. I don't do much of it anymore. I have people who have people and so on. I just profit the most. At first it was absolutely overwhelming." I said, not picking my menu up until she did so she knew she had my attention.

I glanced at the menu.

"Hello, Spade, Ace, I'm Megan, your waitress, May I start with saying that dress is beautiful." She complimented Vanessa.

Ness smiled, looking down at it.

"Thank you, honey. I appreciate the compliment, may I have just a Coke please." She smiled, ever so kind.

My heart was beating a few beats faster.

"Yes of course, you?" She looked at me.

"Strawberry lemonade." I nodded.

"I'll be back." She winked at Vanessa before walking away.

"Everyone calls me Ace." She looked at me.

"I don't want your name to be revealed to a bunch of strangers." I was hoping she'd understand and she nodded, I'm assuming she did.

"You look so beautiful." I studied her plump, red lips, her dark eyes, a feline shape to her eyes, her tanned skin splattered in glitter and freckles.

I wanted to kiss every one.

The shape of her brows were perfect, her hair so soft, I wanted to run my fingers through it, tug a bit.

I tried to contain my imagination from getting too dirty while being a gentleman for her.

"You said you had sexual questions." I mentioned.

"Well yeah, just because I don't-"

"You don't have to explain yourself, lovely. What's up?" I asked.

The waitress came, setting the drinks down, taking out orders before leaving.

"Kinks. I know them, I read. I was wondering yours since your so set on us doing it." She studied me.

I smiled.

"I don't know, lately you've been looking quite interested in me." I teased and her face flushed pink.

"I know."

"Well, starting with the simple stuff, I like control. Over you. Your pleasure. Your reactions. I want all of it to belong to me. Now basics, choking, intense kissing, I don't do the pecking shit-"

"Is that why you kiss my forehead instead?" She asked.

"Yes, I believe I could make a peck to your mouth much more gentle and intimate doing it on another area rendered loving, but when I kiss you it's not cute, it's not a goodbye, there's a reason." I answered.

"Okay, sorry, continue." She nodded.

"I would call myself a pleasure Dom. My pleasure comes from yours. If you get off on anything, I automatically get off on your arousal. I orgasm very easy, with you as far as I know and I haven't even had that kind of access. I couldn't imagine how it would be having you." I shook my head, imagining her body bare.

I wish I could, but I didn't know the color of her gorgeous nipples, I didn't know how she tasted or smelt, I didn't know how tight her pussy was. I didn't know how her skin would bruise under my lips.

"Uhm... sir. It's a title. A title I love hearing from you. It provides a sense of satisfaction to me. I'm not sure why. I like breeding without the results. I had a vasectomy years back. And I'm clean. I... love degrading and praising but I won't push whatever you aren't comfortable with." I crossed my fingers on the table and she studied me, genuinely taking in everything.

"I like free use. At night no barriers. During day I have every right to you. All consensual. I always have access to touch and do as I wish, you have the same right to me anytime even night. But I do have a system for if you are physically overstimulated and don't want to be touched. Which is absolutely acceptable." I raked over all of it.

"I love teaching, and learning. I love learning people. Their habits, but you. I study you like a priest studying the Bible. Your habits, your expressions, your tells. Now when time comes I'll learn you in more intimate ways, knowing exactly how you operate and what makes you feel good. As I love teaching you about me, about a new thing you've never done." I shrugged.

"I am territorial, and overprotective. I like reassurance with specific wording of my basically like an "ownership" over you. Reassurance that your mine but in your words. I'm not jealous. I won't stop you from doing anything, wearing anything, talking to anyone, but I will watch. Your safety and comfort is my priority."

"I'm there. Very present. You need anything I'm here. You're needy and need me emotionally or sexually, I'm there. And if you need a release, I'd rather be an outlet than a toy, but needs are needs. Sexual release is a basic human need. I provide that. Anytime, anyhow, I'll do whatever you need."

"Spanking, biting, bruising."

"Mmmm I probably have more shit but that's all so far." Her ceaser salad came out.

Her eyes were locked on mine.

"What?" I asked.

"I-you- books- you." She exhaled on the last bit, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"What? Too much?" I frowned, worried.

"No."

"I'll be right back. I'm going to use the restroom." She stood and I caught her wrist.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm very good." She nodded, and I let her go.

Worry ate at me.

This was supposed to be good.

I got a text.

Ace: if you don't come help me right now I'm going to have to leave so I can come.

Like that I've never stood so fast.