“Don’t move.”

“Yes Sir.” The only response I can muster up under that piercing gaze.

You look me up and down before walking back to the car. I can see you lean in and rifle around the backseat.

My skin prickles in response to the neon sign buzzing above me as I wait patiently.

Head swirling as it always does when you make me wait, I run a million different scenarios through my head.  I swear, it’s part of this game for you.

Another couple walks past me giggling and disappears through the big red door.

Standing back in front of me, you smile and take a step into me, closing the distance between us. My breath hitches in my chest as your hand brushes up against my bare leg. You always draw that reaction out. Just the mere closeness of you makes electricity crawl through me. Your breath hot on my neck winds me tight, and the words whispered in my ear next, elicits a shudder from my very core, as if your very words are shaking the pleasure from my bones.

“Spread. Your. Legs”

I comply.

That hand that drew a razor of electricity on my leg finds its way up, sliding past the hem of my skirt. Drawing my panties to the side, you lean into me. The weight of you, combined with your hand, pushes me back into the wall. You groan as you slide it into me. I tense at the touch of the cold metal.

Oh god, what is that?

“Be a good girl.” Sliding my panties back on, you give my pussy a little slap and pull me in for a deep kiss that leaves me breathless and a little dizzy when you release me.

“I’m hungry.” You exclaim as you step back, straightening out my skirt. “Come on now, let’s go eat.”

I follow you through that big red door, uncomfortably aware of the steel filling my cunt.

…

It’s date night.

You smile at me from where you sit, a million miles away, on the other side of the table. Your blue eyes staring right into me.

I have been wiggling in my seat for a little while now. The metal is much warmer now, but still uncomfortable.

“Quit fidgeting.” The smile leaves your face, replaced by a slight scowl. I quit moving and sit up straight. Opening my mouth to say something about the device you cut me off.

“I don’t care.”

My eyes widen. You have never said that before. You have always considered my thoughts, feelings on everything. Pulling your phone out you play with it for a moment and set it on the table in front of us.

“But, Sir.” I protest.

“I think you need to remember something little girl.”

Suddenly, you are not as far away as I originally thought. You close that distance rapidly as you lean towards me. Those blue eyes stripping me naked right there at the table as you growl at me.

“This isn’t a fucking game to me.”

I probably look like a deer in headlights, I am completely confused at this change in your demeanor. My heart is pounding out of my chest.

“You are mine little girl, and it would do well for you to remember that.”

“Yes Sir.” Breathless, I draw out the answer, not sure of what is coming.

“I don’t think you do.” Touching your phone, you look at me. “I am going to show you.” I see the smirk creep across your face.

“Not one single sound girl.”

I very nearly come out of the booth. The vibration is so intense I think the toy is going to vibrate right through me.

You turn the vibrator back off and give me a minute to compose myself.

“Now, little girl, there are several lessons to be learned here.” Flipping the toy back on, my abdomen contracts in response to the stimulation. I let out a little gasp as I fight to maintain my composure in the busy restaurant.

“Lesson one: Self Control.” You turn the vibrator up another notch.

I’m starting to unravel. Trying not to fidget, I bit my lip and grip the booth with both hands.

“Sit up and act normal.” You snap quietly at me. Not wanting to cause a scene I fight the toy and sit up letting out the slightest moan.

You frown.

Oh god. Please, stop, everyone is going to know.

“Lesson Two: Obedience, despite personal desires.”

The intensity increases and I feel an orgasm building, slowly creeping from deep inside of me. My eyes begin to roll back in my head as I start to lose myself to the toy.

“Miss!” You growl at me. “Do not disappoint me.”

I look at you, begging you with my eyes to stop this.

I can’t, they will all know. I think that is my coworker, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop! 

“You, are not allowed to cum, or make any kind of noise. You can however, ask our waiter for another glass of wine.” You instruct as I look up and see him approaching the table from across the room.

“I would strongly suggest, that you be my good little girl, and present yourself as the lady that you let everyone think you are.”

I smile politely at our waiter, and when asked, request another glass of wine through gritted teeth. You chat for a moment with him before asking for another drink and sending him on his way.

Turning, you study me. “Do you know why I am doing this love?” I shake my head back and forth, fighting the orgasm building within me. The metal shaking the orgasm loose from my tightly clenched core.

“Lesson Three: Because it pleases me.”

The vibrator increases its tempo I swear you could hear it vibrating the bench, but just as I open my mouth to release a moan, and my orgasm, it stops.

You turned it off.

Noooooo! Ohhh thank you!

I am left sitting there, gripping the edge of the table and wondering what I had done. Reeling from the shock of the toy you look at me.

“Don’t think I have not noticed the extra attitude lately Miss.”

“Sir, uh…” I stutter out.

I have not really appreciated it.” Leaning in closer you mutter to me, “In fact, I believe you need to remember your place.”

Looking down, my face flaming with embarrassment, I fidget uncomfortably in my seat, acutely aware of the subtle growl in your voice that tells me that I am in dangerous territory.

“Not so sassy now are we Miss?

“No Sir” I respond softly. I knew I was in trouble. I had been mouthy lately, pushing your buttons intentionally to get a reaction from your normally calm demeanor.

Your feathers needed ruffling. And apparently I did just that.

What was I thinking?

Chuckling, you lean back and look at me. I can tell without looking that you are hungry. And not for the rice in front of you.

“Let’s go.” You murmur as you pick up the to go container off the table. I hadn’t even notice her drop it off.