Game of Seduction – Part ll

She sighed and closed her eyes as she shut the bathroom door.
She was playing a deadly game, and she should not have provoked him, let alone challenge him. She cursed herself for not controlling her caustic words, but he was the one who had her caged boiling with s*exual frustration when she hadn't had s*ex for months. The game has begun, and she made the decision not to give up. Not to mention she did find some kind of attraction towards him even though he can be a jerk at times and having a handsome billionaire running behind trying to seduce you is a big boost on ego.
'I'll make him crave to touch me, and if he does, I win. Winning with dealing damage on a billionaire's ego and getting laid is a fair deal.' With that thought, she showered, washed her hair, and stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. She looked around and saw that the bedroom was empty, and she began getting dressed.

When the door to the bedroom swung open and Ophelia walked out, Onyx looked up from his phone. He was awestruck as his gaze wandered down her body and back to her face. She wore a shoulder-baring black dress that ended just above her knee, with a curve-conforming silhouette and flouncy shoulder ties. Her neck was bare, her hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, and she wore gold hoops earrings. Her face was lightly makeup-ed, with bold lips formed in a smirk as she watched him check her out with a wide opened mouth. "Shall we go, Onyx?" Onyx gulped as she inquired softly in an innocent voice.
"How do you want the meat cooked, madam?" When the waiter inquired, she looked up at him.
"I'd like it to be medium-rare."
"Okay, madam." The server scribbled down the order, and Ophelia flashed a wicked smirk at Onyx. "Make it rare." Onyx stared at her as she said it. "You would like the meat cooked rare, madam?" When the waiter asked her to confirm, she replied in low voice, never breaking eye contact with Onyx.
"Ja, ich mag mein fleisch roh und salzig."
Onyx coughed and he gulped down his wine. The server took their order, and Ophelia smirked slyly.
(Yes, I like my meat raw and salty.)

Ophelia was slicing through the piece of steak when a warm hand rested on her knee. "You like it raw, don't you?" He asked, smirking, as his fingers slid higher, bringing the dress up with it until his hand rested on her bare thigh. His hand was warm and rough, and as much as she hated admitting it, she liked his hand resting on her thigh, rubbing small circles on the inner side of her thigh beneath the table in a fancy restaurant.
As his breath fanned over her skin, he whispered in her ear. "I like to f*uck raw and hard." His words caused her to moisten against her will, and when his fingers squeezed her thigh her legs spread on their own accord.
"I like how responsive your body is to my touch." He huskily breathed into her ear, his thumb increased its pressure as it swirled higher on her thigh.

The temperature in the room seemed to rise as her skin burned with need from his touch. "Onyx," it came out more like a breathy moan than a direct assertion. As his hand slid straight up under her dress, his eyes had already darkened, and her panties were wet as something inside her began to ache for him. His thumb was inches away from where she needed him the most, and her fingers grasped the table as she fought to keep her cool.
"Do you like that kätzchen?" He growled as his thumb pressed forcefully on her wet entrance, causing her to let out a little cry as shocks assaulted her innermost core.
(Kitten)

Her skin pricked with arousal as she parted her legs wider for him, desperate for him to continue what he had begun. "Onyx-" He let out a passionate groan before pressing his thumb even more forcefully into her wet opening. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, the rough material of her wet panties beneath his thumb causing her to grind herself against him, creating a sensual friction.
"Only when you beg me for the pleasure will you receive it," he said, pulling his thumb away the faster she sought to rub against him. His damp thumb lazily drawn circles on her inner thigh once again.
Goddamnit! She yelled at herself, as a knot formed in the pit of her stomach.

"Onyx, remove your hand. If you continue to touch, you will lose." He chuckled as she exhaled "The condition was to not give in and f*uck, Ophelia. I'm merely touching!"
As his fingers returned to their former position, she forced herself to relax. She cursed herself in her head for setting the bar at f*uck.
When his fingers worked circles around her c*lit, she nearly died on the spot. As the moist fabric glided over her sensitive area, her release became more urgent, and she regulated her breathing as he quickened his speed.

His gaze never left hers, as he watched the ecstasy wash over her face, She was growing desperate for release at this point and could just beg. "You simply have to ask, Ophelia, and I'll give you the release you want!" As her name flowed off his tongue, she shivered. "No!" Her voice was clipped, strained even. "Are you certain? Imagine how splendid it would feel when you cum all over my finger here under this table and when I fill your p*ussy after dinner. Raw and hard, just how you like it." he murmured into her ears as he increased the speed, and shivers ran up and down her spine. "Still, no!" She breathed out.
His fingers slid beneath her panties as he furiously began to stroke circles; the sensation was overwhelming, and it took everything she had not to beg for him to go faster.
"Are you sure, kätzchen?" He inquired, and she nodded. He nibbled her earlobe as she almost came undone beneath his hands, he pulled away right before she came to her release. Her knuckles were white from holding the table as she took uneven breaths. She looked around, glad that no one had noticed his actions beneath the table.
(kitten)

He put his fingers to his nose and took a deep breath, turning her a deep shade of scarlet. When He sucked her juice off his fingers and said, "Mmm you taste sweet," her mouth dropped open.
He got up and walked to the restroom, his eyes gleaming with desire. He returned shortly and after they had finished their meal, they were on their way to their hotel suite. His control was slipping as was her, and it was only the first day.