So, keeping with the Dinner and marriage and knocked-up theme, we're taking a big step back in time!
Take a peek at Velvet and Vaughan back in the day!
This occurs sometime before the events of The Hot Tub, that Debacle that set us all in motion-- but some months after Vaughan meets the Lovely Miss Calder at the charity golf tournament.
Oh, and I especially enjoy the fun cameo by one of my favorite waiters...
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They were out to dinner at the little restaurant attached to the winery. He’d been told it was some kind of anniversary. Three months? Six? He wasn’t sure. It was important to his giddy little paramour and if she was paying what the hell did he care?
He knew it was gauche to order bourbon with dinner, especially at a winery, so he had the sommelier choose a selection for them. What the fuck did he care. All wine tasted like a waste of fucking time. But he’d nodded and smiled and she’d gushed and melted.
He found he liked being with her, having her around, having her on his arm when he went places. He enjoyed the adoring eyes she always made at him and the feeling of her little hand nestled in the crook of his elbow when he’d escort her to events and out to restaurants like tonight.
Until now he hadn’t thought he’d stick with any one woman very long, but he seemed to have taken a shine to little Velvet Calder, and so he kept up the illusion that they were in a committed relationship.
He’d fucked the new maid that morning, the one who could barely speak English. Fucked her up against the washing machine and come all over her ample brown backside.
But Vaughan was beginning to understand the subtle yet important distinction between girls that were just for fucking and girls like his pretty teenaged heiress here. Who might be worth keeping around. It was a notion that he’d heard rumored, but until now hadn’t found it to hold any particular truth.
She still lived with her mother. Which was adorable. And preferable, as far as Vaughan was concerned. Having her removed from his place most days and nights made their apparent monogamy easier to maintain. If she moved in with him it would become a lot trickier to keep up appearances and still get all the ass he was accustomed to having.
And she was satisfying in bed too. Young and lithe and willing to please. She had a beautiful little pink pussy and a sweet little cupid’s bow mouth with full round lips made for sucking his cock. Her figure was flawless, her tits perky, and her ass high and tight. She was the best looking thing in Cedar Falls, easily, possibly the state. A precious little deb with the perfect amount of rebellious streak that made her gravitate to him, and want him, and stay with him despite the nay-saying of her friends and that frigid bat of a mother of hers.
Sipping the wine, impatient that it wasn’t bourbon, he became aware that her big green eyes were exceptionally doe-like this evening. He placed the wine glass down on the table and curled his lips into the sort of smile that made her panties wet and she fluttered those long, dark lashes in a way that made his cock stir. Yes. Vaughan Grey liked their arrangement very much. Even if it meant sipping wine and playing pretend for the girl.
“Happy anniversary.” She said in that kittenish tone of hers.
He growled low, almost inaudible. She looked very pretty tonight. He wanted to take her into the restroom or the coatcheck and muss up that perfect hair, get her a little sweaty and ruin that flawless porcelain veneer of hers. He spun the long stem of the glass between his fingers and calculated whether or not she’d consent to such activity this evening.
On the one hand she was acting coy and demur and flirty, which was a good indication that she was already primed and ready to go, but on the other hand this was some kind of special occasion for her, to which he could tell she’d attached a great deal of girlish significance, so he ran the risk of sounding more boorish than sexy if he suggested it.
“Happy Anniversary Sweetness.” He murmured smoothly.
She giggled delightedly and he adjusted himself discreetly. He’d had plenty of young girls but this one did something especially pleasant to his senses. Maybe it was because she was almost wealthier than the Vatican. He smiled.
“Do you like it here?” She asked, glancing around them, her eyes wide and hopeful.
Vaughan didn’t bother taking his eyes off her face. He didn’t need to weigh his answer; he knew what she wanted to hear. “It’s perfect darlin’.” He purred. And she melted, giving him one of those ‘you’re my hero’ gazes.
He could have her in the coatcheck if he felt inclined. Maybe after the appetizer.
“I have something important I want to tell you.” Her voice was as fluttery as her damn eyelashes.
He raised an eyebrow. Before he could respond a waiter approached and lit the small oil lamp on their table for ambiance. Then re-filled Velvet’s water glass. Vaughan’s remained untouched. Water was for bathing, not for drinking.
“Thank you.” Velvet told the waiter sweetly and he smiled attractively in return. Vaughan narrowed his eyes and looked the young buck up and down. He didn’t know why, but he tended to get more possessive of Velvet than he ever did with other women. He took in the handsome young man’s youth and vitality, his strong jaw and blue-gray eyes, his charming smile and his above-average stature, and he scowled.
It wasn’t like Vaughan to feel threatened. He kept the girl more satisfied than her little heart could ever have dreamt possible. He knew how to tease her and coax her and bring her body to climax again and again until she wept and begged him to have mercy on her. He knew it was asinine to feel like punching this wholesome looking fucker, but his fingers itched nonetheless.
“Bring me a bourbon.” Said Vaughan unceremoniously.
Velvet’s already large eyes widened and she stared at him questioningly.
The waiter had a moment of surprise too, which he very quickly masked with a genial warmth that Vaughan almost envied. The fucker was good. He didn’t ask, like most other waiters in the place would have done, whether the wine wasn’t satisfactory, they all three of them knew it wasn’t about that. He was charming. He was likely a bartender somewhere when he wasn’t a waiter.
Proving Vaughan right the young man rattled off—from memory—an impressive selection of Bourbons for Vaughan to choose from and even made a recommendation. Arrogant little prick. Vaughan grinned a feral grin at the boy, and ordered, and then stared him down until he’d turned and made his way to the bar.
“Is everything ok?” Velvet asked, a note of true concern coloring her tone and flashing in her eyes.
He smiled. “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” Vaughan told her easily.
She blushed very prettily and swept her hair over her shoulder with a small laugh. “He wasn’t doing anything.” She said dismissively but he could read a certain thrilled undercurrent. She liked his jealousy.
“He’d have to be a eunuch not to be doing something around you princess.” He murmured with a deadly half smile that made her shiver visibly. He flicked his eyes down to her tits and watched the small peaks materialize and press against the thin fabric of her dress.
“Well it doesn’t matter, does it?” She asked, donning a charming smile and tilting her head coyly. “Because all I want is you.” She said a bit more seriously.
“You wouldn’t like a nice young cock to ride?” He challenged her and her precious mouth fell open in shock before she giggled again. This time a little nervously.
“No!” She insisted.
“He looks like he’d be good in bed, sugar, are you sure you don’t want a taste?” He pushed, keeping his tone liquid and flirty.
She threw her glance toward the bar and flushed. “No!” She asserted, and her eyes told him that the young man was coming their way again.
“Tell me.” He said in a low growl.
He could feel the handsome young man approaching, feel her mounting embarrassment.
“Vaughan—“ She pleaded with those big pale green eyes and he shook his head fractionally.
“Tell me.” He repeated firmly.
Her eyes slid to the tall, dark haired, attractive fellow who was now nearly at their table and she swallowed.
“I want you to fuck me every day and night and I don’t want anybody’s cock but yours.” She rushed in a half whisper, saying just what he’d taught her to say.
“And?” He prompted, suppressing the arrogant smile that threatened to ruin his stern command.
Her eyebrows went up and she huffed.
“You’re running out of time sugar.” He warned her and flicked his eyes to where the waiter had been momentarily detained by the winery owner for a word. He was maybe six feet from their table. Grey squinted at the effortless grace of the young man, the way he appeared easy and amiable without being smarmy. And he guessed the lad didn’t need to work as a waiter. Probably had a college fund and went on ski retreats and drove a decent car. Likely he’d become a waiter and a bartender—Vaughan was now almost certain he’d seen this kid tending bar downtown somewhere not too long ago—for the insane amount of tail he could score. “Want me to ask him home with us?” He asked her, menacing.
“No!” She squeaked, panicked.
“Then tell me.” He said seriously.
“I love you.” She said, her lower lip quivering. “You’re the only man who can make me come and I need you to live.” She finished their little ritual passionately, and with perfect timing: the young man arrived at the table in time to hear it very clearly.
Vaughan nodded at Velvet and gave her a wink. “Good girl.” He told her as he looked up at the waiter. Damn, but the kid was good. He looked perfectly mild and pleasant, though there was no doubt he’d heard it, just as Vaughan had intended him to.
“Your Bourbon.” He intoned affably and set it down on a little napkin. “The appetizers are on their way out, can I take your dinner order?” He was a pro.
Vaughan’s lips twisted. The young man was addressing Vaughan now, keeping his eyes determinedly away from Miss Calder. Vaughan chuckled with wry amusement and lifted the bourbon to his lips. He sniffed deep and then sipped. When he’d swallowed, when he’d made Velvet and this young cock wait for him, he smiled pleasantly at the kid. “You know your Bourbon.” He complimented smoothly. “This is a good recommendation.”
The young man nodded with a perfectly agreeable smile. “Glad I could be of service.” He responded warmly but Vaughan didn’t miss the flinty note of something else underneath, deep underneath. The boy disliked him. Vaughan laughed deeply. Maybe he disliked the way he treated the lady. He eyed the boy thoughtfully and to his credit the waiter endured the scrutiny calmly and patiently. He looked like the sort who might object to the way Vaughan Grey treated his women.
“I’ll have the special.” He said at last, not giving a damn what the special was, “And she’ll have the same.” He said without even looking at her.
The waiter winced slightly before following his gut instinct and checking with the young miss. “Two specials?” he asked gently. Yeah, this was the sort of boy who came from a good family, who had a rigid moral compass and a sense of honor and all that horse shit.
Velvet smiled at the waiter but this time the smile was tepid and tight. She nodded. “Thank you.” She told him and then effectively dismissed him by putting her eyes back on Vaughan, discouraging any follow-up questions about side-dishes or soup-or-salad.
The waiter nodded a little stiffly. “Very good. I’ll be right over with your appetizers.” He said courteously before melting away into the background of the restaurant.
“I love you.” She told him.
“You’re a very good girl.” He said in response. “And I’ll make sure you get what you deserve later on.” He promised.
She sighed and fiddled with the fork and knife on her place setting.
“What did you have to tell me?” He asked and took another sip. He’d have to order a case of this for his home. This was good Bourbon.
She took a deep breath and then took a sip of her water and then took her time about it.
“This is big news.” She told him, some of her spark re-kindling and a giddy buoyancy creeping into her tone.
“Well don’t tease me.” He murmured, wondering what stupid piece of gossip he’d have to endure with feigned interest this time. The things he did for this pretty piece of tail amazed him sometimes.
“Tonight isn’t just an important anniversary.” She told him breathlessly.
“No?” He murmured. He wanted to slip his fingers inside her and make her beg him to fill her with his cock.
“Tonight is also the night that I tell you the best news.” She said dramatically, and he liked the healthy flush on her baby-soft cheeks.
He didn’t say anything, just smiled and waited. The girl wasn’t good at keeping secrets or holding back surprises. He’d known he was getting a golf cart two whole months before his birthday.
“Vaughan.” She began, “I wanted to come here tonight to tell you something wonderful.” and he reacted viscerally to the rehearsed sound her voice had taken-on. He sat up a little straighter. An alarm bell rang somewhere in his consciousness, but it was too late, there was no stopping her now. “You’re going to be a father!” She told him, her lips stretching into an impossibly wide grin and her eyes sparkling with joy and emotion.
Fuck. God damn son of a bitch and fuck. His nostrils flared. Shit eating son of a whore. He licked his lips. She looked proud and exuberant and glowing and he had a powerful instinct to stand her up and punch her hard in the stomach.
Instead he smiled.
“Peaches.” He purred warmly. “Do you mean it?” He asked, forcing a playful warmth he most certainly didn’t feel.
She nodded vigorously. “I love you so much and, and, we’re having a baby!” She exclaimed, turning her palms upward with an implied little ‘ta-da’. When he didn’t say anything for a moment she worried her lower lip and searched his face, her heart in her eyes. “Are you happy?”
Vaughan exhaled. “Of course I’m happy Sugar.” He lied effortlessly. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.” He cleared his throat. “I thought you were on—“
The waiter, along with another waitstaff member, arrived to serve the appetizers. Vaughan sipped his bourbon thoughtfully, waiting for the plates to be set down and the dishes to be revealed. He needed to make a big decision here, and make it fairly quickly. A series of rapid-fire facts ran through his brain as he sipped.
Velvet Calder was very rich. Velvet Calder was not the type of girl who was likely to flush this little development down the drain. Velvet Calder was very, very rich. And very, very naïve. And very much in love with him. Seventeen; stupid; pretty; pregnant; and as close to perfect as he might ever get.
His mouth twitched to the side as she thanked the waiters and they left.
“I thought you were on birth control.” He finished his thought, keeping his tone measured and gentle. She’d told him she was on fucking birth control. He studied her reaction carefully.
She had trouble meeting his eye and her shoulders were tense. “I was, I was—I must have, maybe, made a mistake? Or, I must have missed? A few?”
Stupid fucking cunt.
He smiled at her reassuringly. “Things happen for a reason love.” He told her and watched her face break into another one of those adoring, sickeningly worshipful gazes. He restrained himself from rolling his eyes. No, she wasn’t stupid, not precisely. She had ‘forgotten’ on purpose. She’d set-out to get knocked up and she’d succeeded. He wanted to laugh. He should have known better than to underestimate a bitch in heat. Innocent as she may have appeared, little Velvet Calder was still a female, and they had a way of getting whatever the fuck they wanted. Romantic little idiot.
“You’re really happy?” She asked, joy mixed with a measure of incredulity. “I know you said you didn’t want kids—“
“C’mere.” He told her, cutting of what was likely to be one hell of a stream of babbling.
She cast a glance around them, hesitating, aware of the public nature of their situation.
“Come here.” He repeated, more deliberately, and she rose to go to him obediently. He twisted in his chair a bit and patted his thigh, impelling her to have a seat. She bit her lip and looked painfully embarrassed but she obeyed, perching her slight weight on his muscular thigh and gazing deep into his dark eyes.
“You happy, little Mamma?” He asked her, chucking her under her soft, silken chin with his rough forefinger.
She nodded and gave him a sheepish smile that made him want to tear her clothes off right there in the restaurant, defile her in front of all the self-important winery patrons. Make that charming fucking waiter watch as he pounded the little slip of a thing until she fainted.
He stretched his finger along the small, delicate curve of her jaw and applied a hint of pressure, commanding her toward him. He’d trained her well and she leaned in to kiss him as he desired. He claimed her little mouth with his own; kissed her soft, and full, and sweet, and felt her sigh contentedly and sink into his body a little more.
He knew what he needed to do. Fuck. But it was the best thing under the circumstances.
“Well, Sweetness.” He rumbled with a smile. “I think this means we’re engaged, don’t you?”
Her eyes grew round as saucers and her mouth matched. “Oh Vaughan!”
He found he liked the idea of owning her completely. And having access to her vast fortune didn’t hurt either. Being married would likely be a pain in the fucking ass. But he could see enjoying some perks.
“You caught me off guard here Darlin’, I don’t have a ring for you.”
She laughed and threw her arms around his neck and squeezed tight. “I love you I love you I love you!” She breathed into his neck and he chuckled.
After a moment of indulging her, he pulled her away from him and fixed her with an intense stare. He didn’t want a fucking kid. He didn’t particularly want to be married. But she was obedient and gorgeous and young and malleable. “Meet me at the coat check in five minutes.” He told her.
She furrowed her brow. Little girls don’t usually dream of their engagements going that way—ending up in a public quickie—but he needed to make it clear that nothing about them was going to change if he married her. She was still going to be at his command, service his whims, spread her legs for his pleasure whenever and wherever he wanted.
He watched her swallow and thought maybe he’d like her to drink him in the coat check.
Then she nodded in reticent compliance and he kissed her again. Kissed her until the frown lines melted and the concerned brow dissolved and she whimpered against his lips.
“Get going baby.” He mumbled, breaking their kiss just when her lust was becoming palpable to everyone around them.
She bit her lip, her eyes hooded and hazy with desire, and she rose from his lap as if in a trance. He watched her walk toward the front of the restaurant and sipped his bourbon. For a few moments he thought about what he’d like to do to her out there. On the one hand he wanted her to understand she was his, and the idea of making her get on her knees in the coat check made him harder than hell. On the other hand he knew he could make her night a memorable one, make her grateful—and all the more his property—if he ate her out, made her come again and again, made her the happiest little girl in Cedar Falls. He put his drink down and drummed his fingers on the table, deep in thought.
The handsome waiter crossed Vaughan’s eyeline, and as the boy took an older couple’s order Vaughan made up his mind. He was going to go into that coat check and fuck that little girl from behind, give her the reach around until she was moaning loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear.
He smiled and, adjusting himself as necessary, he stood and sauntered toward the front of the restaurant. As he passed the young buck he said casually: “We’ll be right back—hold our dinner for a few minutes, will you?” And kept on without waiting for a response or looking back.
He was glad he’d brought enough cash for the bribes he was about to pay out.
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2 comments:
OMG, what a stupid girl!!!
yeahhhhh. She's in love.
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