She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

Chapter 394: Dinner With The Monster

"Like what you see, Professor?"

Heena didn’t answer with words. Almost unconsciously, she slid off the edge of the bed and moved toward him, drawn like a moth to flame.

Her eyes remained fixed on his heavy, thick cock. It looked even more intimidating up close... long, girthy, and already half-hard, the prominent veins pulsing faintly under her gaze. This was no longer just a memory from the car or a feel through fabric. This was real.

"This is a monster..." she murmurred, the word slipping out in a breathless whisper.

Her hand rose slowly, fingers trembling slightly as she reached out, driven by pure curiosity and overwhelming desire to touch it, to understand its weight and heat in reality.

Before her fingertips could make contact, Alex caught her wrist gently but firmly, stopping her just inches away.

He chuckled low in his throat, eyes dark with amusement.

"Patience, my dear professor." he murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed her ear. "You’ll get to feel every inch of it tonight. I just hope you can take this... monster."

Heena’s breath hitched. She looked up at him, eyes glassy with desire, and dragged her tongue slowly across her lower lip.

"I can take it," she whispered, her voice husky and defiant. "I’m not a little virgin girl... I’m a mature, experienced woman."

Alex didn’t reply with words. He simply smiled... slow, predatory, and full of promise. Then he gave his thick cock one firm, deliberate stroke from base to tip.

The moment his hand moved, it came fully alive. It swelled and hardened rapidly, veins standing out prominently as it rose heavy and intimidating between them, now completely erect.

Heena shivered visibly at the sight. This beast was even bigger than she had imagined. She would have to handle every thick inch of it tonight... but for the first time in years, she wasn’t afraid. She was done being afraid.

Alex watched her reaction with satisfaction, then casually reached for the matching white bathrobe hanging nearby. He slipped it on, loosely tying the belt so it still hung open at the front, giving teasing glimpses of his body.

Heena’s gaze never left the outline of his hardness beneath the soft fabric.

Alex stepped closer, cupping her chin gently and tilting her face up to meet his eyes.

"Good girl," he whispered. "Now let’s go enjoy our dinner... while you keep thinking about how this monster is going to ruin you later."

***

Lydia had just finished arranging everything exactly as requested.

The large dining table near the floor-to-ceiling windows was beautifully set. The plates and cutlery were placed with elegant precision... not too crowded, yet full and inviting. The silver domes gleamed under the soft lighting, and the rich aroma of the wagyu ribeye, seared scallops, and grilled octopus wafted gently through the air.

Two crystal glasses stood side by side, already filled with deep red wine that caught the city lights like liquid rubies, adding a luxurious, intimate touch to the setting.

The glittering skyline stretched endlessly below, creating a breathtaking backdrop that made the entire scene feel almost cinematic.

Lydia stepped back slightly, her eyes sweeping over the table with quiet pride. A satisfied little smile curved her lips.

Everything looked flawless... decadent, inviting, and perfectly worthy of the Presidential Suite.

Just as she finished, the bedroom doors opened.

Alex emerged first, wearing the matching white bathrobe loosely tied at the waist. Heena walked beside him, her own plush bathrobe slightly loosened, her skin still glowing from the bath and her damp hair falling softly over one shoulder.

Heena’s eyes widened as she took in the beautifully set table and the breathtaking city view beyond the glass.

"This is so beautiful," Heena said softly, her voice filled with genuine awe.

This was her first time experiencing such a luxurious and intimate dinner. The rich, mouth-watering aroma of the dishes already filled the air, making her even hungrier.

She turned to Lydia with a warm, appreciative smile. "Thank you. You did very well."

Lydia, however, was barely listening.

Her eyes were glued to the unmistakable outline of Alex’s cock, clearly visible through the thin fabric of his loosely tied bathrobe. The sheer size of it left her momentarily stunned.

’How is this possible?’ she screamed internally. ’Is that really natural...?’

The sight made her throat go dry and heat pool low in her belly.

Only when Heena spoke did Lydia snap back to reality. She quickly shook her head, forcing her gaze away from Alex and plastering a professional smile back onto her face.

"You’re most welcome, ma’am," she replied smoothly, though her voice carried a slight breathiness she couldn’t quite hide. "It’s my pleasure to serve you both."

Alex pulled out a chair for Heena with gentlemanly ease. Once she was seated, he sat down beside her, his bathrobe shifting slightly to reveal more of his toned chest.

He looked up at Lydia and said calmly, "You may start serving from Heena first."

"Of course, sir."

Lydia moved with graceful precision.

She began with the pan-seared foie gras, carefully placing a perfectly golden slice on Heena’s plate, followed by a drizzle of sweet fig reduction and a small piece of toasted brioche.

Heena couldn’t wait. She picked up her fork, cut a small, elegant piece of the foie gras, and lifted it to her mouth.

The moment the rich, buttery liver melted on her tongue, her eyes fluttered half-closed in pure pleasure.

"Hmm..." she hummed softly, the sound low and appreciative. "This is incredible... so silky and rich, with that perfect touch of sweetness from the figs. It practically melts."

Lydia smiled politely, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of something sharper.

"This is pan-seared foie gras with fig reduction," she explained in a smooth, low voice. "The richness of the liver pairs beautifully with the sweetness of the figs."

She then moved to Alex, serving him the same dish with equal care.

Next came the A5 Wagyu ribeye... marbled to perfection. Lydia sliced a generous portion for each of them, the meat so tender it barely needed the knife.

She finished by topping each plate with a small serving of truffle-infused potato silk and charred white asparagus, arranging everything so the presentation remained elegant and appetizing.

Throughout the service, Lydia remained composed and professional on the surface, but her eyes occasionally flicked to Alex’s relaxed, half-exposed chest and the way his bathrobe shifted with every small movement.

Her mind was still replaying the impossible size she had glimpsed earlier.

Even as she carefully placed the dishes, she couldn’t stop herself from stealing quick, discreet glances downward, trying to confirm what she had seen through the thin fabric. Each stolen look sent another rush of heat through her body.

Alex was not oblivious to Lydia’s actions. He could read her like an open book... every stolen glance, every slight tremble in her fingers, every quick breath. She was far too transparent for him, and he found it endlessly entertaining.

As she leaned over the table to serve the next course, her already short skirt rode up dangerously high. From his seated position right beside Heena, Alex had a clear, unobstructed view of her round, supple ass.

The fabric stretched tight, revealing the delicate pink lace of her panties underneath. The sight was deliberate, he was sure of it.

A slow, amused smirk curved his lips as he picked up his wine glass, swirling the deep red liquid lazily before taking a sip.

He could feel her panic rising as the service neared its end. She was running out of excuses to stay in the room, and the realization was clearly unsettling her.

Lydia straightened up after placing the final portion of truffle potato silk on their plates, smoothing her skirt down with slightly shaky hands.

Her cheeks were still faintly flushed, and her eyes darted once more toward Alex, catching him already looking at her with that knowing smirk.

"S-Sir... do you need anything else?" she asked, trying one last time. Her voice came out softer and more nervous than usual, deliberately mirroring the shy hesitation she had seen in Heena earlier.

Alex smirked, clearly entertained by her little performance. He decided to throw the girl a small bone.

He drained the remaining wine in his glass in one smooth swallow, then set it down and said casually,

"Pour me some more."

Lydia’s pulse quickened. She quickly picked up the bottle of red wine and moved to his side. Leaning in carefully, she tilted the bottle and began filling his glass, her hands steady but her breathing slightly uneven.

From this close, she could smell his clean, masculine scent and feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Thank you," Alex said, his voice low and smooth. "You’ve been very... attentive tonight."

Lydia’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly. Before she could respond, she felt his hand slide slowly up between her thighs, his fingers brushing softly against the sensitive skin just beneath the hem of her short skirt.

Her eyes darted to him in surprise. Alex was looking straight at her with a calm, knowing smile playing on his lips. For a moment, the professional mask slipped... she smiled back, a small, flustered, yet undeniably pleased.

The way her thighs instinctively pressed together told him everything he needed to know.

"It’s my pleasure, sir," she replied, her voice slightly breathier than before. "I hope my service... has been to your satisfaction."