Chapter Ninety-Three: Everyone Will Know She Is Off-Limits

Father's choice. I’m keen to gab all day. I’ve been curious about Alyssa’s response regarding the sex party this weekend. I’m hoping she agrees, but if not, I respect her choice. But I won’t go if she’s not with me. It’s been a while since I last went; the last time, I went alone and had a hell of a time. If she agrees, I’ll make it perfectly clear to everyone that she’s mine. How do I do that? Get a special choker necklace. Subs wear them at the party when their Dom doesn’t want them approached by anyone else. Those without indicate they are involved with others. It’s a rule among many to ensure everyone’s safety and prevent harm. Breaking their rules gets you kicked out and banned from all Farune parties. It’s a safe community, and no one has the right to act any differently.

Glancing at the time, I realize it’s almost lunch. My morning has been filled with phone calls and conference calls. Time flew by. Alyssa and I haven’t seen each other much. I sign out of my desktop computer and head to her office. She’s busy, probably sorting out my meetings and schedule for the month.

“Hey, baby girl, it’s time for lunch. Wrap things up.”

She glances up at me and smiles. “Hey. Give me two minutes.”

I nod and patiently wait for her to finish. She soon jumps to her feet. I saunter over, pull her close, and kiss her passionately. Alyssa moans, responding to the kiss. I back her into the desk, lifting her from the ground and propping her up on it. I deepen the kiss and move my hands up her exposed thighs. Moving lower, she wraps her legs around me and pulls me in with her. My cock hardens instantly.

We break apart, breathless. The arousal is palpable.

“Since you’re responsible,” she teases, “I’m going to take care of this.” She reaches in, palming me through my trousers. My hips arch, and I let out a groan as she touches me.

“Certainly, sir. How do you want me to fix it?”

I smirk, a thought forming in my head. “You will suck my cock while I drive us to lunch.”

Her tongue flicks over her lips. “Mmm, I can do that.”

So, then. I plant a kiss on her and whisper, “Good pet. Come on.” I step back and extend my hand to her. She grins and hops off the desk. I grab her firmly and quickly escort her out of the building and into the car. My cock is throbbing and in desperate need of her.

The second we’re in, I turn to her firmly. “Get in.”

She doesn’t decline. She follows orders and wrestles with the belt of my trousers. I lift my hips, allowing her to push my boxers and trousers down enough to release me. I start the car, and she strokes my cock with her fingers. As soon as we’re in the car garage, she lowers her head. Her warm tongue runs along the base and over the shaft.

She lets out a soft moan as she slowly takes me into her mouth. A deep, throaty groan escapes my lips. Her hand curls around the part she isn’t holding in her mouth, and she works them simultaneously. While one hand remains on the wheel, I gently slide the other into her hair. I love the feel of her warm lips around me.

“Take the rest of my cock in your mouth. I know you can,” I demand.

Her lips part as she nods. Her hand moves away as she guides my fingers into her mouth. My cock touches the back of her throat, and she swallows, adjusting.

“Jesus, fuck, you suck my cock so good, angel,” I pant, trying not to lose my concentration.

For about an hour, her head bobs quicker. She moans and groans each time. Alyssa takes pleasure in pleasing me. I am the same way.

She massages my balls, and that is enough to send me over the edge. Growling loudly, I curse as my cock throbs in her mouth. My grip tightens on the steering wheel, but I manage to steady the car. Alyssa takes it all, drinking greedily.

“That’s my good girl. Drink it all.”

She keeps going until I’m drained. She draws me close with her tongue, making sure not to miss a drop. Alyssa returns to an upright position. I see her lick her lips and wipe the residue from her mouth.

“Mmm, yes. I love your cock, sir,” she purrs.

Alyssa pulls out some wipes from the glove compartment. I always keep some in there. She takes a minute to clean me. I created a mess. She gives me a hand to pull my trousers back up.

I place my hand on her thigh, applying pressure, and tracing my fingers along the inner area. Alyssa’s back arches as she gasps. I run my fingers upwards, skimming over her clitoris. Her memesa is soaking through the lace material of her underwear.

“Could you fix it for me?” she begs.

“Yes, but only while we eat lunch.”

“Wait, are you suggesting that you would pleasure me in a busy restaurant?” The shock in her voice is evident.

“Yes, and you will sit like a good girl and let me.” I grope her pussy and remove my hand. She’s anxious now, but being in a public place and the possibility of getting caught will turn her on once we begin. It will enhance her pleasure.

“Anything you desire, sir,” she whispers softly.

I smirk. “Trust me, kitten, you’re going to love every second of it.”

If I could discreetly drop to my knees and pleasure her under the table during lunch with my tongue, I would. No matter how tempting, a restaurant isn’t the best place to do that.

“Take your panties off and keep them in the car.”

Alyssa doesn’t fight me on it. She lifts her ass, slipping her panties off. I grab them from her and shove them into the space next to my door. Without them, I have easier access. I am ready for lunch now.