TUG WAR OF LOVE

Dinner Surprise

ANNIE

My head pounded as my eyes fluttered open.

I immediately sat up, scanning the room, trying to understand what was going on.

I had passed out on the floor, but now I was in a room.

I was lying on a bed.

It was definitely not mine.

But it looked familiar, like I had been here before.

Rubbing my eyes, I shifted slightly, realizing I was still in my date dress.

A sharp chill slipped through me as fragmented memories surged through my mind like flashes of lightning.

Donavan. The envelope. The date plan.

And then, the weird guy.

Oh no! What happened?

Panic gripped me as I tried to make sense of the whole situation.

I studied myself, then exhaled sharply. I was still intact. Untouched.

Immediately, I thought of an escape plan. To my side, I spotted the bedside lamp.

I could use it as a weapon. I’d smash his head...

Just then, the door creaked open.

I fell back onto the bed, pretending to be asleep.

I had barely recollected my thoughts when I heard a familiar voice…

Donavan’s.

I froze solid.

How did he get here? Is he working with the weird guy?

I feared for my life. But, I had to play along.

I had to act unfazed.

The moment I heard him call my name, I stirred and let out a soft groan, my eyes met his.

His sharp, grey eyes softened as they locked onto mine. I could tell he was happy to see me.

Hell, I wasn’t sure if I was.

"You're awake, thank God!" he murmured, stepping closer, holding out a glass cup.

"Here, drink this."

I hesitated for a moment, my fingers brushed against his as I took the glass.

The cool water slid down my throat, making me moan softly. I looked around, my breathing steadying.

"What happened?" I asked.

He gently sat beside the bed, a small smile formed on his lips.

“You fainted at Roy’s apartment”, he begun.

“I what?” I asked, pretending to not understand.

“While you were out, he saw my number on your phone and realized you had lost your way. He immediately called me to come pick you up”, he concluded, gently placing his hand on my shoulder.

Before I could process his words, he scooped me up effortlessly.

A quiet gasp escaped my lips, but I didn’t protest.

Hell.

I loved it. Won’t lie.

There was something undeniably gentle in the way he carried me, as if I were the most delicate thing in the world.

As he walked out of the room carrying me, my eyes stared hopelessly into his.

The air grew heavier with the rich, savory scent of something delicious as we entered the dining room.

A well-arranged center table, adorned with flickering candles, red roses, and polished silverware, gleamed invitingly just ahead.

"Finally, a proper dinner date," I thought to myself.

He placed me carefully onto the chair, his hands gently rubbed my arm for a second before he stepped away.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, disappearing into the kitchen.

He emerged from the kitchen carrying two plates.

“Hope you’re hungry,” he said, placing the dish before me, a perfectly plated filet mignon with roasted vegetables.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his beautifully designed forearms stained with cooking oil.

I was smitten. He knew how to treat a lady.

"I love your dress. It matches your panties," he said, breaking the silence.

A chill swept through me as I tried to figure out how he knew I was wearing red panties. Then, I recalled - he had gifted them to me.

I would usually wake up and leave at the slightest provocation. But not today.

This was unlike me.

Could it have been the water he gave me? I felt so horny.

My body called for him. I wanted him.

If only he could see it.

The things I wanted to do to him were eating me up.

He stretched his hand slowly across the table and touched mine.

I paused for a moment, watching his gentle fingers as they lightly brushed against mine.

Oh, Donavan, what are you doing?

Slowly, I lifted his hand, pressing a soft kiss to his fingers before sliding one between my lips, savoring the moment.

At once, Donavan stood up, pushing his seat back with the backs of his knees.

Holding my hand, he carefully guided me out of my seat and onto his lap.

I slowly squatted before him, my gaze fixed on his.

He moaned with pleasure as my left hand wandered below his navel and touched his already hard p***s, his hand calmly massaging my firm breasts.

He leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss.

Withdrawing my lips quickly from his, I bent down to be at the same level as his p***s.

I unzipped his pants gently, but he quickly pulled them down himself, unable to wait any longer as pleasure overtook him.

“Shhh” I held back his hand, quieting him as I pulled him onto the sofa by the side.

I bent down again, teasing the tip of his p***s with my tongue, sending waves of pleasure through his body as goosebumps rose over his skin.

Then, I slowly moved my hand over it, licking the sides while keeping my gaze fixed on him.

I continued with a steady back-and-forth motion suckling on it as thick veins formed around it.

In one swift motion, he shot up from the couch, moaning as he turned me over.

He lifted my dress, not wanting to waste time taking it off.

As he did, a slick, warm liquid slowly rolled down my thigh.

Damn, I was dripping.

My breath quickened.

“f**k me. f**k me, Don,” I begged between sobs.

He licked his lips, ready to drive his c**k into me.

Then, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, baby, are you home?" Chloe asked as she tried a key in the door.