章節 49: CH 48: No Name [9]
{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}
"Perfect," I murmured. I could feel my mouth watering, and it had nothing to do with the delicious spread in front of me. My gaze was on the food, but my attention was on the small glide of my foot, climbing upwards on her leg, reaching to her knee in a few seconds, which then I passed on my way to her inner thighs. At that point, her eyes jumped to mine in panic, realizing I had no intention of limiting myself to safer spots.
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But before she could say anything, a waitress appeared next to our table. Like the greeter, she was a dark-haired, petite Japanese woman, wearing a sexy interpretation of her traditional clothing. "Is there anything else I can bring," she murmured, but with her each word, her face was getting redder. A side effect of receiving Fleur's allure from point-blank range while she was trying to contain her own arousal. "Maybe something to … drink," she continued, one of her hands gently gliding over her own leg, the side effect of her sudden arousal.
Luckily for her, the rest of the restaurant was in a similar state, so they failed to notice her action. "Some warm sake would be nice," I added even as my foot climbed to the inside of Fleur's leg, caressing the soft texture of her inner thighs. "How about you, honey," I added, forcing her to do something else than trying to suppress her feelings. "Warm or chilled?"
"Chilled," she managed to say, but her voice resembled a moan more than anything else. Luckily, our waitress was far to gone to be offended by something that simple. After one last lingering glance towards Fleur, she walked away, her hips dancing quite a bit more than what was strictly necessary.
I quirked my eyebrow when I felt her hand on my ankle. "Are you sure you want to do that," I said, my voice deceptively light. But after the long nights we spent together, Fleur was smart enough to catch the implied threat, and pulled her hand back right in that instant. "Good girl," I added, which managed to put a smile on her face despite the ridiculousness of the situation.
Another lull followed my last statement, soon after broken by the return of our waitress. But I felt my eyes widen appreciatively when I caught sight of the changes in her dress. The same kimono-inspired coat was on, but it was widened considerably, enough to create a spectacular cleavage for my viewing pleasure, enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. And since I doubted it was the usual dress code, she must have changed it just for us. Fleur's allure was working amazingly.
Pity, I thought as I turned my gaze towards Fleur, trying to ignore the tantalizing display. Today was about sealing Fleur's conquest, and adding a third person to the balance wouldn't be helpful. It would be delicious, of course, but it wouldn't be helpful. My decision was challenged quite a bit when the waitress leaned forward to put our drinks to the table, and revealing her small, but beautiful breasts for my attention. It was pure luck that Fleur's gaze was firmly on the table, trying to hide her own aroused expression.
"Thanks, honey," I said as I slid my hand into her clothes, checking whether she was wearing panties, which stayed hidden from the rest of the guests thanks to the panels around our table. The answer was positive, and when I pulled back, my wallet was a hundred pounds lighter. In my opinion, such a dedicated service deserved a reward.
As the waitress fixed her clothing and walked away, her hips were shaking harder than a stripper desperate for tips. I turned my attention back to Fleur, who was biting her lips desperately in an attempt to keep her voice low, a challenge that was getting harder by each passing second. I made a point of avoiding her lower lips, but that was a nascent hope for her. During our encounters, I had learned quite a bit about her sensitive spots, and I had no problems employing them to get what I wanted.
"Are you enjoying the … food?" I asked after a minute of silence, my foot still dancing over her thighs. The question made her raise her head for the first time for a while, allowing me to see her barely restrained arousal, dancing behind her eyes. She was biting her lips in an attempt to keep her moans inside, successfully even, but that only made sexier. "I'm waiting," I said, stretching my words in amusement.
"It's good-" she managed to say until it was interrupted by a moan, as I pushed my foot further the exact moment she started speaking, tickling her most sensitive spot. Her skirt was a barrier between her skin and my touch, but its silky fabric wasn't the best barrier. She had to raise her hand, pressing on her mouth, to prevent more moans from following it, a task that took her whole attention.
And with that, the last piece of control she was having on her allure was lost, suffocating the surrounding area with the all subtlety of a battering ram. With my foot still on its task, I glanced around, curious how the other customers were faring under the assault of allure. It turned out that they were looking at the table, trying to process the unfamiliar rush of emotions, their faces turned towards our table.
I cast an aversion ward on the table, obscuring it from everyone's sight. With that, the occupants lost the focus on their desires, but the arousal was still there. Naturally, their attention started to turn against the others in the room. The people with dates started to flirt in a much more heated manner, and several men dressed in business suits started to pay undue attention to the waitresses, becoming handsier than a sailor in a strip club, but the waitresses had to problem accommodating their sudden desire. And a few people were already on their feet, dragging their partners towards the nearest available closed spaces.
But Fleur was unaware of all that, the attempts to control her reactions blinding her to the surroundings. I decided to push things even more. Another wave of my wand, and an ice cube floated up, gently gliding towards her neck. She missed it until it touched her neck, at that point she flinched, her hand deserting its post to catch the offending object. Her fingers met around the ice cube, confusion thick enough to overwhelm her arousal for a moment.
"Is there something wrong, Fleur," I said even as I started rubbing her knob even harder. "You seem a bit tense."
"N-no," she managed to stammer before moans threatened to overwhelm her, forcing her to bring both of her hands over her lips once more. She was on the edge of defeat. I pulled my leg back, sliding it into my shoe once again. Fleur looked at me with a grateful expression before letting her eyes fall on the table, breathing deep to gain a semblance of control.
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