She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 394: Dinner With The Monster

"Like what you see, Professor?"

Heena offered no spoken response. Involuntarily, she slipped from the bed's edge and approached him, pulled like a moth toward a blazing fire.

Her gaze stayed locked on his massive, thick cock. Up close, it seemed far more daunting... lengthy, girthy, semi-erect, with bulging veins throbbing subtly beneath her stare. No longer a mere recollection from the car or a touch over cloth—this was pure reality.

"This is a monster..." she murmured, the words escaping in a breathless hush.

Slowly, her hand lifted, fingers quivering faintly as she extended toward it, urged by raw curiosity and intense lust to feel its heft and warmth firsthand.

Alex grasped her wrist with gentle firmness before her fingertips could graze it, halting her mere inches away.

A deep chuckle rumbled from his throat, his eyes gleaming darkly with mirth.

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

Heena’s breath caught sharply. She gazed up at him, eyes shimmering with lust, slowly dragging her tongue along her bottom lip.

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

Alex responded without words. He flashed a slow, wolfish smile brimming with intent. Then he delivered one firm, purposeful stroke along his thick cock from base to tip.

As his hand glided, it surged to full life. Swelling and stiffening swiftly, veins protruding boldly, it rose ponderously and menacingly between them, now utterly rigid.

A visible shiver coursed through Heena at the spectacle. This beast surpassed her wildest imaginings in size. She’d manage every girthy inch tonight... yet for the first time in years, fear evaded her. She was finished with fear.

Pleased by her reaction, Alex reached casually for the matching white bathrobe nearby. He donned it, securing the belt loosely so the front gaped open, offering tantalizing glimpses of his physique.

Heena’s stare remained fixed on the prominent bulge of his erection under the soft material.

Stepping nearer, Alex cradled her chin softly, lifting her face to meet his gaze.

"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 completed the setup precisely as instructed.

The grand dining table by the floor-to-ceiling windows stood impeccably arranged. Plates and cutlery positioned with refined accuracy... neither cramped nor sparse, but abundant and welcoming. Silver domes shimmered in the gentle glow, while savory scents of wagyu ribeye, seared scallops, and grilled octopus drifted alluringly through the air.

A pair of crystal glasses waited side by side, filled with deep crimson wine that captured the city lights like molten rubies, infusing the scene with opulent intimacy.

The sparkling skyline sprawled endlessly below, framing a stunning vista that lent the moment a cinematic allure.

Lydia retreated a step, her gaze sweeping the table with silent pride. A small, contented smile tugged at her lips.

It all appeared perfect... lavish, enticing, and utterly suited to the Presidential Suite.

At that instant, the bedroom doors swung open.

Alex stepped out first, his white bathrobe loosely belted at the waist. Heena followed close beside him, her plush robe partially undone, skin still radiant from the bath with damp hair tumbling softly over one shoulder.

Heena’s eyes widened, taking in the exquisite table and the jaw-dropping cityscape beyond the glass.

"This is so beautiful," Heena said softly, her voice brimming with true wonder.

It marked her first taste of such lavish, private dining. The mouthwatering aromas wafting from the dishes sharpened her hunger even more.

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

But Lydia hardly registered the words.

Her eyes locked onto the blatant outline of Alex’s cock, plainly visible through the thin, loose fabric of his bathrobe. Its immense size left her briefly dumbfounded.

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

The view parched her throat and kindled heat deep in her core.

Only Heena’s voice pulled Lydia back to the present. She shook her head briskly, wrenching her gaze from Alex and forcing a professional smile onto her features.

"You’re most welcome, ma’am," she replied evenly, though a faint breathiness lingered in her tone. "It’s my pleasure to serve you both."

Alex drew out a chair for Heena with suave courtesy. After she settled into her seat, he took his place next to her, his bathrobe parting just enough to expose more of his chiseled chest.

He glanced upward at Lydia and stated evenly, "You may start serving from Heena first."

"Of course, sir."

Lydia glided forward with elegant accuracy.

She started with the pan-seared foie gras, positioning a flawlessly browned slice onto Heena’s plate, then adding a stream of sweet fig reduction along with a bit of toasted brioche.

Heena wasted no time. She grabbed her fork, sliced off a dainty portion of the foie gras, and brought it to her lips.

As the creamy, buttery liver dissolved on her tongue, her eyes drifted halfway shut in sheer delight.

"Hmm..." she murmured softly, the tone deep and approving. "This is incredible... so silky and rich, with that perfect touch of sweetness from the figs. It practically melts."

Lydia offered a courteous smile, even as her gaze flashed with a hint of something keener.

"This is pan-seared foie gras with fig reduction," she described in a velvety, hushed tone. "The richness of the liver pairs beautifully with the sweetness of the figs."

Next, she turned to Alex, presenting him the identical dish with matching attention.

Then arrived the A5 Wagyu ribeye... marbled to perfection. Lydia carved a hefty slice for both of them, the meat so soft it scarcely resisted the blade.

She completed the plates by adding a modest helping of truffle-infused potato silk and charred white asparagus to each, arranging it all for a refined and tempting display.

During the entire serving, Lydia kept up a poised and expert facade outwardly, yet her gaze now and then strayed to Alex’s lounging, partly bared chest and how his bathrobe moved with each subtle shift.

Her thoughts kept circling back to the unbelievable dimensions she had caught sight of before.

While meticulously setting down the dishes, she found herself sneaking brief, subtle peeks lower, attempting to verify what she’d spotted beneath the sheer material. Every covert glance sparked fresh waves of warmth surging through her.

Alex wasn’t blind to Lydia’s behavior. He could decipher her intentions effortlessly... each furtive look, each minor quiver in her hands, each hasty breath. She proved far too obvious to him, and he relished the amusement it brought.

As she bent across the table for the following course, her brief skirt hiked up perilously. From his spot seated right by Heena, Alex enjoyed a direct, perfect view of her plump, firm ass.

The cloth pulled taut, exposing the fine pink lace of her panties below. He knew the display was intentional.

A gradual, playful grin tugged at his mouth as he lifted his wine glass, twirling the rich crimson liquid idly before sipping.

He sensed her anxiety building as the meal service approached its close. She was losing reasons to linger in the room, and the awareness visibly rattled her.

Lydia rose straight after setting the last bit of truffle potato silk on their plates, adjusting her skirt with hands that trembled faintly.

Her face held a subtle blush, and her eyes flicked once again to Alex, finding him already watching her with that sly grin.

"S-Sir... do you need anything else?" she inquired, making a final attempt. Her words emerged gentler and more uneasy than normal, echoing the timid pause she’d noticed in Heena before.

Alex grinned, obviously enjoying her act. He chose to offer the woman a minor concession.

He finished the wine left in his glass with a fluid gulp, placed it down, and remarked offhandedly,

"Pour me some more."

Lydia’s heartbeat raced. She snatched up the red wine bottle swiftly and approached his side. Bending forward with caution, she angled the bottle and started refilling his glass, her grip firm but her breaths coming a touch ragged.

Up close like this, his fresh, manly aroma filled her senses, and his body heat washed over her.

"Thank you," Alex murmured, his tone deep and silky. "You’ve been very... attentive tonight."

Lydia’s breath caught for a split second. Before she could reply, his hand glided upward between her thighs, fingertips grazing the tender flesh right under her skirt’s edge.

Her gaze snapped to his in shock. Alex met her eyes steadily, a composed, aware smile on his lips. Briefly, her composed exterior faltered... she returned the smile, a tiny, rattled but clearly delighted one.

The instinctive clench of her thighs revealed all he required to understand.

"It’s my pleasure, sir," she answered, her voice now a shade huskier. "I hope my service... has been to your satisfaction."