Lanie's Lessons (18 page)

Her eyes jerked to the waiter to see if he noticed. Naturally, he had and was eyeing her with open curiosity. “Sore muscles from hiking over the weekend,” Lanie improvised quickly.

Ethan ignored both of them and requested the wine list, which sent the man quickly scurrying away.

“I’m trying to think of words worse than evil and diabolical to describe you, but I’m at a loss.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and curled her against him. This time the yelp was quickly replaced by a low groan.

“Poor baby,” he whispered. “Are you filled with my wicked plug? Serves you right, because I’m as hard as an oak tree thinking about how it should be me inside you, instead of a cheap piece of latex.”

“I don’t think I can eat dinner this way, Ethan.”

“Of course you can. And it’s Mr. Fischer, or sir. Remember, you are on probation, Langston. I’d strive for pleasing me, however possible, because you dug a bigger hole for yourself by being late.”

Lanie could hardly process what he was saying with the distraction in her bottom. If that wasn’t enough, his fingers began caressing her bare shoulders, making slow circles with the tips, making her nipples contract painfully. She glanced down at the lavender silk to see if they were showing. They weren’t, not until Ethan’s thumb flared out and grazed one.

Leaning against him and burying her face in his neck, she whispered, “You’re Satan in a Brooks Brother’s suit, sir. I should call your wife and tell her what a pain in the ass you are—literally.”

That made him laugh out loud. “You would know, my dear. As a matter of fact, you have first-hand knowledge, don’t you, Miss Lanston?” He was still chuckling when the waiter came back with the wine list.

Ethan selected a Chardonnay, which went perfect with the crab risotto they always ordered when they came to Mariano’s. He told them to bring their meal in about an hour, after they’d had time to enjoy their wine in privacy, adding that he would let him know if they needed anything else before that. He passed him a folded bill and told him no exceptions. Nodding in understanding, the young man went away again.

After he poured their wine, Ethan shifted toward her, his broad shoulders eclipsing the candle lit restaurant behind him. “Pull up your skirt and spread your legs. It’s time for you to see about pleasing me. “

Stunned at his outrageous demand, she sat back and stared at him. “You can’t be serious.”

“Careful dear, you’re already on shaky ground. Don’t add disrespect and disobedience to your list of infractions.”

“But—”

Reading her ambivalence clearly, he leaned in and whispered, “It’s dark. The table cloth is long and I am blocking you in. No one will see. Not even me.”

She nodded in agreement, carefully arched her hips off the bench, and tugged the tight skirt up her thighs. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” When she began to sit down, he stopped her, his fingers running over the material still covering her cheeks.

“Not good enough. I want that skirt up over your hips and that plugged ass touching the seat.”

Groaning softly, she pulled it higher and eased to a seated position being careful to keep the table cloth in place. His hand grazed her upper thigh and then slid between her legs.

“You’re soaked, Miss Langston. That pleases me very much.” He pulled the nearest of her legs over his thigh, delving in between them with his probing fingers. “Bend your other leg. I want you wide open for me.”

Before she moved, his fingers began doing unbelievable things to her clit. Already rampant with need, she obeyed without question, wanting more. When she was presented like an appetizer for him, he dipped two fingers inside. Ethan knew exactly where to stroke her, curling his fingers upward until he found that special spot, and concentrated his efforts there until she released an impassioned groan.

“Sip your wine while I amuse myself with your body, Miss Langston. It might help contain those sexy noises you make when you come.”

She took a big gulp, more concerned about the wet noises his fingers made as they moved inside her. She sought deeper penetration by arching her hips, and when the plug shifted as a result, she barely suppressed a scream. Pressing her face into his neck, she struggled for control, convinced she couldn’t hold on a second longer. She whimpered when he withdrew and returned to the slow torture of her clit. Circling it slowly he occasionally dipped lower to scoop up more of her wetness and spread it along her inner folds.

She didn’t know how long he played, keeping her on edge while teasing her mercilessly in the middle of the crowded restaurant. Vaguely, she sensed him move beside her, without stopping his play. The next instant he upped the game as the plug in her ass came to life. Wicked, dangerous man, he was so full of surprises. All she could do was cling to him, fighting to suppress a screaming orgasm as the vibrations made her tingle and burn with an overpowering need for release.

“Ethan,” she whimpered, unable to hold it back any longer. “I’m gonna come.”

His free hand came up to the back of her neck and his fingers tangled in her hair. He tugged gently until her head fell back against his arm. With his lips against hers, he gave her the permission she needed. “Come, baby, but do so quietly.”

As Lanie groaned, he smothered the sound with his kiss. Her hand at his chest flexed, twisting and crumpling his lapel as the added vibrations from the plug made her orgasm all the more intense. Her muscles clamped around the invading toy with each spasm and her pussy gripped his plunging fingers. When the residual tremors receded, she leaned weak and limp against him.

“Very nice work, Miss Langston. You’re well on your way to keeping your job.” He removed his fingers and brought them to his lips. He had a habit of tasting her, and as she watched, she knew he wouldn’t pass this chance up. Suggestively, he touched his coated fingers to his lips and then reached for his wine. After a long swallow, he kissed her. The taste of the wine and herself on his lips, made her pussy convulse with an aftershock.

“Mm,” he growled against her mouth. “A delicious aperitif, so intoxicating. Are you ready for the main course?”

Her hand shifted, sweeping down to his belt. He tensed beneath her hand and groaned.

“Lanie, I meant food this time.”

“Maybe I’m hungry for this.”

“You can have me for dessert at home.”

“Are you sure, Mr. Fischer?” She slid her hand under his linen napkin and found him, rubbing the heel of her hand along his hard length. “I could drop my fork and crawl under the table to retrieve it. What happens under the table could be our little secret, sir.”

“I’ll give you credit for the initiative, Miss Langston, but I think we’ve pressed our luck quite enough for one evening. I see our waiter circling. Besides, I want this evening to end with you naked over my desk. So, we’ll wait.”

They ate the fastest dinner on record, with Ethan requesting the check when their entrée arrived. In the car on the way home, he made her sit on her hands after her wandering fingers made him swerve onto the shoulder—twice. The second time when her nimble fingers found their way into his boxers. While the garage door was still closing, they were out of the car. Lanie jumped into his arms. Somehow, with her legs wrapped around his waist and their lips locked together, Ethan managed to unlock the door and carry her to his study.

Before she could think, she was bent face down over his desk and her skirt was around her waist. He squatted down behind her and began kissing, nipping and nibbling her ass.

“Take a letter for me, Miss Langston.”

“Now?” Lanie gasped in surprise.

He stood and swatted her once on each cheek. “Yes, now.”

From her awkward position, she hastily searched until she came up with the ballpoint pen and legal pad that had been conveniently left on the desktop. Pen poised for dictation, she gasped as Ethan tugged on the plug and removed it slowly. As soon as it was out, she heard a thud as if he’d dropped it on the floor.

The emptiness she felt without the plug was soon replaced with his cock, the head burrowing slowly into her rear. As he sank inside her, the girth of his cock spread her wider than the toy. She exhaled a shuddering breath when he stopped having filled her completely, his balls brushing against her pussy as his thighs pressed against the back of her own.

“You’re so damn tight. I’m not going to last long.” He pulled out slowly, and slid quickly back inside. As she succumbed to his decadent possession, he began his dictation.

“To whom it may concern. It has come to my attention that Miss Langston has not been adequately compensated for her consummate efforts as my personal assistant. Her double D tits are unequaled, her oral skills beyond compare, her glorious pussy is sublime, and her gorgeous ass, so tight around my cock, it’s awe-inspiring. Double her salary, give her stock options, whatever it takes to keep her on board. If you need to discuss it further I’ll be fucking her assets on my desk.”

When he was done, Lanie convulsed in laughter.

“Are you giggling?” He smacked her ass lightly as he continued to glide in and out. “I demand respect, especially while I’m drilling your fine ass.”

Her laughs mixed with moans, as he rode her faster. His balls slapping against her clit and the sustained power of his driving cock propelled her into another orgasm, and as she came, her hands clenched down hard, the force snapping the pen she still held clean in two, the letter crumpling beneath her pink tipped fingers. Her muscles gripped him, clamping down as the pleasure rushed through her. It sent him over the top, prompting a roaring release as he splashed hotly inside her.

Somehow, she ended up on the couch, spooned against him as she came out of her sexual stupor. Her head was propped on Ethan’s bicep as he cuddled her close.

“I can’t believe you made me come in Mariano’s.”

“I can’t believe you were going to suck me off under the table.”

“Hmph, too bad you wimped out on me.”

“Sounds like a challenge. Next time, we’ll get a table near the entrance and you can put your money where your mouth is.”

“Ethan, those tables don’t have linens!” She lifted her head, surely he couldn’t be serious. The glint in his eye and his playful grin assured her that he wasn’t. “I was thinking more along the lines of a private room.”

Ethan rolled until she was pushed flat on her back. Before his mouth claimed hers, he murmured, “Now who’s the wimp?”

Chapter Fourteen

“Let’s go, Lanie. If we don’t leave now, we’re going to late.” Ethan’s voice boomed up the stairs, carrying all the way to where Lanie was finishing the last touches of her makeup. Dropping her lip gloss into her bag, she gave her image one last assessing glance. Her eyes dropped to her chest and she could hardly suppress a laugh.

Ethan was waiting for her at the foot of the stairs. She skipped down them quickly and leaned up to give him a quick kiss. “Sorry, honey. I had a hard time deciding what to wear.”

She moved to side step around him when he caught her arm. His gaze was fixed on the words emblazoned across her chest.

“Go change.”

“What? Why?”

“You are not wearing
that
. I don’t care if we’re late. Go change, now.”

She pulled out her shirt and looked down at the Yankees logo. “You can’t be serious, Ethan. I grew up in Poughkeepsie, it’s only fair—” She halted her attempt to reason with him when he merely crossed his arms and scowled at her. “Fine!” She turned, ready to tromp up the stairs as she grumbled, “Jeez. It’s just a baseball game.”

He caught her by the arm and spun her back around. “Are you serious? It’s the playoffs and the New York Yankees, Lanie.”

Her shrug and eye roll was not a smart move on her part.

“Turn and place your hands on the stairs.”

“You’re not serious!”

“I can’t let this affront go unpunished. You’ve earned a spanking.”

“You can’t honestly mean to spank me over a stupid baseball game.”

“You are getting spanked for your irreverence. Don’t argue or we won’t get there ‘til the third inning.” He said this nose to nose with her; his look dead serious. “Do it.”

She stomped her foot, but did as he ordered. With her hands outstretched in front of her and leaning in a bit, she grasped the edge of the fourth step. Ethan move in behind her and his fingers quickly located the button on her jeans. They were soon yanked down to her knees along with her panties.

“Seriously, Ethan. I’ll go change. I didn’t realize you’d go—” She stopped, about to say ape shit, but thought better of it and rephrased. “I didn’t think you were so passionate about the Sox.”

“Move your hands down two steps, Lanie. I want the ass high in the air.”

This put her body at a forty-five degree angle with her bare ass in the perfect position to receive his hand. When the first smack landed, the echo resounded loudly up the wooden staircase and man-oh-man, did it sting.

Her voice hitched as she yelped his name.

“Quiet. I’m going to teach you a Sox lesson. There is no fair argument when it comes to the New York Yankees, Lanie.” His hand landed again, keeping up a steady barrage of spanks while he lectured. “You live in Boston and have for many years. You’re married to a man from Boston. You work here, your friends are here, so you should know how it is.” Her cheeks had passed warm and were well on their way to blazing, but he didn’t let up. “The Sox are in the playoffs. They’re playing the Yankees in game six of the ALCS and are up three games to two. Do you understand what that means?”

He paused to hear her answer. Unwisely she gave it. “Um… I guess it means that Jeter and the boys better step it up if they want to bring the series back to the Big Apple.”

A half dozen blazing swats rained down on her thighs as he barked, “Wrong answer.” After those were delivered, he resumed the measured swats to her heated cheeks as he continued with his lecture.

“Stop, Ethan. I was kidding.”

“What it means is that when The Sox win tonight the series will come home to Boston. Because to lose means going back to New York for game seven. It is less than desirable to win on the road—although we’ll suck it up and take it—because Boston loves their Sox. For a true Bostonian, The Sox are like a religion and what you are wearing is nothing short of blasphemy.” A particularly sharp smack punctuated his statement.