I let out a soft, involuntary moan. This brings a smile to Ivan's face.
"You like this?" He asks the rhetorical question. He puts his fork down, and scoots closer on the booth to me. He has gotten so close that his thigh touches mine. He then resumes his intrusion of my sex. He pushes 3 fingers in, moving them around. My body betrays my brain, and I feel myself getting wetter, I hear my mouth moan. I feel myself getting close to an orgasm. My insides started to contract. My breathing became heavier. Just before the orgasm came, Ivan stopped. He looked at me and licked one of the fingers he used to molest me. Then got up and walked away.
Ivan left me here to think about what had just happened. How did he know so much about me. When he returns I'm going to ask him to allow me to feed myself. I do not, and will not allow him to treat me as a child. The waiter, with the thing on his cock returned and refilled Ivan's wine, and left.
Ivan came back, seating himself right up against me again. "Would you like another bite, Dove?"
"May I feed myself please?" I ask him.
"What would I receive in return for allowing that?" Ivan laughs and grabs the fork. "Open up, Dove."
"What would you like in return?" I counter. I fear his answer.
"Suck my cock up on stage." He answers. When my eyes widen, Ivan laughs. "I knew my Dove would be too prudish to do so. In time, your fears will be a distant memory, and we will do many things up on not just this stage, but others."
He feeds me another bite. He alternates feeding himself and me our salads. As soon as we finish the waiter returns to take away the empty dishes. "I shall return with the soups, sir. Two glasses or one for the next wine?" He asks.
"One. She will have water until dessert." Ivan tells him.
"If course Mr. Cameron." The waiter bows a little then leaves.
"May I ask you a few questions?" I ask, hesitating.
"I will allow only 3 today. More later if you behave." He smirks at me as he finishes his wine. He lifts my glass to my lips to give me a drink of water.
I think for a few. I have so many questions for him. How do I narrow it down to just 3? I ask myself. "Okay. First, what is on the waiters penis?"
"That's a cock ring. He is submissive I see here. seeing him work with the waitstaff tells me he is being punished. The cock ring is obviously part of the punishment. Is that really the question you want to ask me?" He looks at me in obvious amusement. Then chuckles.
"Sorry." I tell him. "I've never seen one before. They look like they hurt."
"I assure you they don't. They help with erections. They feel really good." He tells me. The waiter returns with our soups. "What is the next question?" Ivan prompts me as the waiter changes his wine glass and pours him a new glass.
"How do you know so much about me? I have never met you until last night. We aren't friends on any of my socials." I ask him. I don't make eye contact and keep my head low. I don't know if I want the answer to this.
Ivan grabs a spoon and takes a bite. "This lobsters bisque is great." He says. He takes a spoonful and feeds it to me. I nod my head in agreement. "I looked into you. I have a few friends that can get their hands on whatever I want, for a price of course." He takes a few more bites then continues. "When I saw you a few weeks ago, I knew I wanted to be with you. I just had to make sure you were worth it." He finishes and feeds me another bite.
We eat in silence for awhile. With Ivan feeding me small bites followed by allowing me sips of water. When the soup is finished he starts to kiss my neck. His hands start to roam my body. His left hand finds my breasts and remain there. His lips kissing my neck and jawline before he kisses my mouth. His tongue tries for entry into my mouth, I wont allow it. His hand begins to find it's way back between my legs. His thumb claims my clit while to fingers make their way into me. His left hand plays with my nipples. Running them between his thumb and finger. He moves his mouth back to my neck. The assault on my body is turning me on. I wish it didn't. His expert hands and mouth makes me moan softly. With each small moan, Ivan smiles.
"You like me doing this. Don't bother lying. You're body is telling me so." He states. He increases the speed of his right hand. His left hand removes my breasts from the dress and he starts kissing down my jaw, then my neck making way to my breasts. I moan a little louder when he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. Just before my orgasm, he stops.
The waiter returns with our steak dinner. "Please Ivan, may I feed myself." I plead.
"No." Was all he said. Just like before He alternated our bites and drinks. "You have one question remaining. You have until the plates are empty to ask." He tells me.