Chapter 69: Obey Me
**Avery**
I think things with Tim should be okay now. While he was away from the table, I sent him a message saying that we all had to go because we had plans. I do wonder why I got that feeling from him. Could Tim be a dragon too? In my mind, Regina answers, “It is possible. If he is, we will know after he has his Grand Ceremony which should be soon because he isn't much younger than us.” She has a point. I just need to not worry and be patient. I can pretend to be human as long as I need to and I plan to slowly reveal to all humans the existence of dragons because no one deserves to be forced into seclusion…no one!
Once we reached the palace, Clint had me change into a fancy dress for dinner. I still feel so out of place because I see myself as that frail ugly girl. As we pull up in front of the restaurant, my mouth gapes open. This place is huge and extremely elegant. A valet opens my door as Clint gets out. Clint hands the valet his keys to his car as he offers me his hand which I take.
When we walk in, a delightful aroma greets me as I take in the marble tile floor, candles on white linen tablecloths, soft music, and glittering crystal chandeliers. I nervously smoothed down my floor-length blue satin gown and I noticed Clint gazing at me. “This place is too much,” I say.
He smiles softly as he whispers, “Avery, we are dragons. Nothing is beyond or means…nothing.”
Clint might be partially right but I can't help but think that The King Of Kings would beg to differ. I don't even know what he looks like. Only a few do. Perhaps he likes anonymity. Nevertheless, I can't dwell on that because I can feel the mate bond begin to flare. Clint looks so dashing and commanding in his tie, button-up shirt, and sleek trousers. I just want to eat him up. As I was lost in my thoughts, a hostess showed us to our table.
**Clint**
I have planned a little surprise for Avery. It was the reason that we had to stop by the palace before going on our date. I will let her think that it was to get changed, but I could have easily just bought her a dress and heels at the mall. My dear sweet Avery, I can't wait to make you squirm.
Once we were seated at my favorite table which allows me a full view of the whole dining area but offers a bit of privacy, we placed our orders. This will be a multicourse meal which both of us will remember. While Avery was absentmindedly sipping her drink, I reached into my pocket and pulled out her first surprise. I smile as I slide a small box in front of her, “I need you to excuse yourself to the bathroom.” She looks at me with confusion in her big doe eyes. “All you need to know and do are in this box. Now go before our amuse bouche arrives.”
**Avery**
I am so confused by all of this, but I trust him. Once I am in the restroom, I lock myself in a stall and open the box. I gasped as I covered my mouth because inside of the box were some of the strange things I saw when I went shopping with Cassius. I opened the note that was included. It instructed me to pick one. I could choose the purple one that looked like a bulb with a cord or the pink one that looked more like a dildo. Why is he giving me toys? Oh my fucking god! He is not going to use them now, is he?
My legs shake as I follow the instructions to insert the purple toy. With my legs still shaky, I return to our table in the back. “Avery, you didn't send me a picture as my instructions requested. Did you do as I asked?” he inquired. I nodded but he reached out and took the box from me and opened it. A smile graced his handsome face as he said, “Good girl.” My heart fluttered as my pussy clenched because I love hearing those words.
We finished the amuse-bouche and the appetizer while we talked softly as we gazed into each other's eyes. It was so intimate but I kept feeling that toy inside of me. It wasn't doing anything but lounging inside of my pussy yet I was nearly dripping. Clint leans over and whispers, “Excuse yourself to the ladies room. Remove your panties. When you return place them in my hand.”
I blink rapidly at his request. But I don't dare to defy him because I can tell how serious he is. When I return from fulfilling his command, I notice that he has moved closer to my seat. I put my damp panties in his hand as I take my seat. His gaze darkened as he noted the moisture on them before he placed them in his shirt pocket. As we wait for the salad and main course, Clint slides his hand under the table. His fingertips trace small circles up my thigh until they graze my pussy.
He mindlinked to me, “Do not squirm. Do not blush.”
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