The Tyrant's Wife

Chapter 352: Date (2)

"Where are we going?" Zaria asked and immediately changed her mind. "Never mind. I know you are not going to answer me anyway."

He glanced sideways at her with a smile. "Maybe I changed my mind about wanting to surprise you and I will tell you about it if you ask nicely?"

She didn’t buy it. "Pigs will fly before you ’ruin the date’ by telling me about it too soon." All he had said was she should wear something sexy, which is exactly what he would say whether they were going hiking or to a fancy restaurant. Since it was an evening date, she had gone for the safe choice and wore a black dress. It was almost certain to fit into whatever he had planned out for them.

When they finally arrived and she saw where they were going, she held back a gasp. "Whoa...this place is beautiful." She looked up at the restaurant’s name,

Newlywed, written in cursive golden letters. The restaurant was red and gold themed and if she didn’t know any better, she would mistake it for a wedding reception venue.

"It opened a few days ago." He explained. No wonder she didn’t know about it.

"Wait." She remembered the name. "It doesn’t have anything to do with newlyweds, does it?"

"Actually, it does. There’s a rumor about the owners being newlyweds themselves; I think it’s a marketing gimmick but despite being brand-new, it had excellent ratings so I thought we should try it out. Oh, and you have to be newlyweds to come."

She could see why. There was no way a place that looked like this wouldn’t have tasty food. Her stomach growled just thinking about it.

They were welcomed with two congratulatory cards and shown to the table Desmond had booked. She was in awe. If anyone told her there was a restaurant for newlyweds, she would have called their bluff. But this place was bustling with patrons. It turned out, many people liked the idea.

A waitress brought their drinks and the main course menu, which they quickly browsed through and placed their order.

"Your food will take about twenty minutes to arrive. While you wait, would you like to play today’s game?" Asked the waitress.

"What game?" Desmond asked while Zaria perked up at the prospect of winning against him.

"It’s a couple game of how well you know your spouse." She explained the rules.

"I’m in!" They both said.

Hence she led them to the stage where they would get asked a question and had to write the answer on a tablet separately. Once the timer ran out, they each had to show what they wrote.

The first few questions were mild until they started becoming personal and intense.

"What’s her favorite position?" the man they guessed was the manager asked, making everyone burst into laughter and stare at them.

"On top!" Desmond yelled his answer.

"What about yours?" Asked the manager, to which their answer remained the same.

He laughed along with the spectating patrons. "So how do you decide who gets to top?"

Desmond didn’t bother to write. "Easy. We spar. Whoever wins tops."

Zaria shook her head and was glad when the next question rolled in. "What color of boxers is he wearing right now?"

"Pink." She said, making the manager throw his head back in laughter. While she didn’t know which ones he wore today, they were probably white.

They continued giving goofy answers for every question they were asked, then they had to talk about their sweetest memories.

This time he didn’t have any time to be playful. He had so many memories to recount that by the time he took a pause, her eyes were glistening.

"I fall in love with you every day, Zaria." He added. She hugged him.

"I love you." She whispered. She was so easily overwhelmed lately. As soon as she talked about him bringing Des to her and the reason she named her puppy after him, she had to laugh so she wouldn’t embarrass herself. Luckily, their food was ready so they went back to the table.

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While they waited for dessert, Zaria was restless. "I need to use the bathroom, she said, leaning against the table slightly to whisper to him. "I need your help with my zipper."

"Sure." He led the way and took off his coat as soon as they got to the entrance of the bathroom, placing it on her shoulders to cover her back while he pulled down her zipper.

Her eyes darted down to the "under maintenance" sign at the side. It took a while to figure out what the sign really was for. With a mischievous giggle, she grabbed the sign and placed it by the door, then grabbed Desmond’s hand and pulled him into the bathroom with her.

"This is the women’s bathroom, baby." He reminded her.

"It’s under maintenance." She shrugged.

He frowned for a moment before he understood what she meant. She pushed him against the bathroom sink and shrugged his coat off her shoulders, grabbing his belt impatiently. Her lips were on his in an instant.

When she broke off the kiss, she was out of breath. "I need you inside me right now."

After hating his guts in the first month of pregnancy, she’d been constantly horny in the last few weeks and he could swear nothing had ever felt better than this. By the time he ventured under her dress and panties, she was soaking wet and ready for him.

He unbuckled his belt at record speed and yanked down his pants.

"Now I know what color your boxers are." She chuckled. He responded by bending her over the counter and entering her in a hard thrust. He had to press a hand against her mouth to muffle her moan.

They were in a restaurant bathroom and someone might walk in any minute, and that just made it feel much better. He watched their faces in the mirror as he fucked her, relishing in the way she closed her eyes to savor the feeling of him inside her.

"Open your eyes," he grunted. "See how beautiful you look with my cock inside you."

She obeyed him and looked at their reflection, her bent over the counter with his massive hand holding her waist in place and the other fondling her boob.

He turned her around and sat her on the counter, fucking her harder and faster until she bit down on his shoulder to muffle a scream of ecstasy. Her body shuddered as she came hard, clenching down on his cock and drawing an orgasm out of him.

"Fuck," he grunted. "If we ever fight, I’m bringing you back to this restaurant."

"To make me relive the good times and fuck me hard in the restroom? Don’t make me provoke you into a fight." She winked playfully.

While they would have loved to stay a little longer, they had to go back to the dining area before someone noticed both of them missing and one of the staff discovered the under-maintenance sign. Hence they cleaned up as much as they could with such little time on their hands and laughed in the mirror about the naughtiness they had been up to.

Of course, Desmond stole her panties. "I’m keeping these. Can’t pass up the chance when you were so wet."