Controlling You

“We’ve barely been here ten minutes and you’re already fidgeting. How the hell are you going to make it through dessert? ”

“I’m not fidgeting and keep your voice down, someone will hear y- ohhhh!””

“Actually, I think it’s you they’re going to hear.”

Inside my pocket, I hold the remote to the vibrating egg inside of your underwear. Anytime I press the little red buttons, I get rewarded with lovely sounds of pleasure falling from your lips.

“You’re being mean.”

“You like it when I’m mean.”

You smile and cross your legs, trying to hide how much you’re shifting around in your seat. The vibrator is on low right now, but like I said…we have an entire dinner to get through. I don’t know why you’re acting like you don’t like this. It was your idea, after all.

I catch sight of our waiter approaching from behind you. This is going to be good. He places our drinks down. I ready my finger on the button.

“Thank yo-”

Your face goes beet red and I cover my face with my hand, feigning a yawn to hide my smirk. I don’t think the waiter noticed because he’s already heading over to the next table.

“Oh my god...”

You look down at your food, refusing to meet my eyes as I continue to turn up the buzzing toy inside you. When you first suggested this little public experiment, I was honestly kind of shocked. You’re a shy person in general, always cautious, never reckless. I have to admit I kind of love how easy it is to get you flustered. Having you like this, entirely at my mercy in such a public and formal setting…it’s a rush.

Your lower lip trembles and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to contain yourself. You look fucking sexy squirming in your chair. How much more flustered can I get you?

“Babe, you haven’t tried your food yet.”

You glare at me over the table and pick up your fork. I swear your hands are trembling. I wonder how wet you are right now. God, I’d love to feel it…taste it…

Alright, alright. I’ll take pity on you. I turn down the toy a little, allowing you the freedom to hold your knife and fork in a steady hand so you can try your meal.

“You really enjoying torturing me, don’t you?”

“Hey, you’re the one who set up this little public affair.”

“Is it good?”

“Yeah… of course it feels good.”

“I meant the food, baby. Is the food good?”

“Oh. Yes…it’s actually really good. I’m glad I got this instead of the risotto. ”

I love the face you’re making right now. Embarrassed at being called out. Frustrated with the barely-there stimulation of the vibrator. You look up at me, probably anticipating me suddenly turning the toy back on. You’re squeezing your fork so hard your knuckles are turning white. This is so much fun and damn it’s turning me on.

I press the button again.

God, teasing you is so fun. You put your hand against your face to stifle the little moans you can’t help but make.

“Oh, shit. Shit!”

I let the vibrator buzz inside of you while I enjoy my meal. Your interest in being dominated is fairly new, but I’m certainly enjoying it. I can’t wait to fuck you as soon as we get home. You’re going to be begging for release after being teased for so long.

“Oh my god… I can’t...I can’t take much more. ”

“Yes, you can. I believe in you. ”

The complete absence of stimulation for a little bit will get you nice and riled up, I bet. I can tell how eager you are to leave. Your eyes dart from my plate to my mouth, watching as I take my time to savor each bite, each sip of wine. You tap your foot and bounce your knees in anticipation of me getting you home and giving you what you need. You, on the other hand, have hardly eaten at all.

I smile up at the waiter as he gathers our plates. The slight smirk on his face tells me he’s maybe gotten the sense that something is going on.

“Oh, um, we’re just going to take hers to go.”

I wink across the table at you. Your hands are in your lap, twitching slightly. Oh my god. As the waiter walks away, I lean over the table…

“You naughty girl. Are you touching yourself right now?”

“I can’t help it! It feels so good... ”

Your eyes are pleading with me, begging me to ask for the bill. Fuck it. I was going to make you wait for dessert, but I’m just as desperate for release as you are. I can’t wait to touch you and feel your lips pressed against mine…to feel how wet you are inside those panties.

“I can’t take this anymore, please. Can’t we go?”

“Yeah, baby. Let’s get out of here. ”

Your foot bumps against mine under the table, nudging my ankle with the toe of your heeled shoe as I wave the waiter over. I take care of the check as quickly as possible. No small talk with the waiter. And finally…we’re free to go.

I pull you close and slip my arm around your waist. You’re trembling again and the toy is still buzzing away inside you.

“Oh my god, it feels so fucking good…fuck. Fuck...”

“We’ll be at the car in just a sec. And then you be as loud as you need to be. ”

You practically fall against the car as I unlock the door. I lean over and kiss you, hard. A taste of what’s to come as soon as we get home. Mm, you taste so good. I slip my hand down to your waist and push your legs apart with my knee.

“Baby…fuck me. Please, fuck me right here. ”

Oh my god. You are so…dirty…and desperate. I reach for the back door handle as I slip my tongue between your lips. I guide you into the backseat and climb in after you. You crawl backward and settle with your back against the door. Your knees fall apart and I slide between them.

“How badly do you want me to fuck you?”

“So badly, baby. Please, please just fuck me… ”

I bend down and press my lips to your neck, catching the skin between my teeth. I push your dress up to your hips.

“Fuck, please, please…”

I press my fingers up against the outside of your underwear. The vibrator is still buzzing away inside of you. I’m honestly impressed you haven’t cum yet. You grip my shoulders. Oh, your nails are sharp. I pull the vibrator out and toss it down onto the floorboard.

Oh, fuck, you are so wet. Your wetness completely soaks my fingers. You’re practically dripping, so wet and ready for me. I slide two fingers in you. I work your clit with quick fast strokes.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s good. Just like that - keep going!”

I fucking love the sound of your pleasure, how easy it is for you to completely lose yourself. And how fucking hot is that you’re moaning and cursing against my mouth as I open your pussy up with my fingers in the back of my car, in the parking lot of one of the fanciest restaurants in town.

I drag my fingers down and slowly thrust my fingers inside of you.

Oh, fuck, you feel so good. So smooth and slick and warm. I add a third finger inside and curl them upwards.

“You like that? You like that, baby?”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah. Harder, please. Harder!”

There’s your g-spot. Right there. Your breath is hot against my neck. You’re getting close, aren’t you?

“Oh god, faster, please move faster…”

“Hmm? What was that? Speak up.”

“Fuck me, please! Baby, fuck me faster!”

I speed up my pace, fucking my fingers in and out of your pussy as fast as I can. I make sure to hit your spot with each thrust…

“I’m gonna - gonna cum, Baby? Can I? Please let me cum!”

“Cum for me, be a good girl and cum all over my fingers.”

“Fuck! Oh, oh, fucking - ”

“That’s it, that’s it…”

Our lips meet in a lazy kiss, a distracted mess of tongues as I slow the movement of my fingers and slowly pull them out.

“Let me…”

You reach for me blindly, fingers sliding clumsily over my thighs, trying to get between them.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

“I want to make you cum too…”

“That’s sweet. Let’s wait ‘til we get home. You could use a break after everything I put you through tonight. ”

I kiss you again, gently. I help you out of the backseat and into the passenger. You lay your hand on mine before I can close the door.

“This was…the best date ever, babe. Thank you.”

“I should be the one thanking you. It was your idea after all. I almost came just watching you.”

You half-heartedly hit my shoulder.

“Shut up, you can stop teasing me now.”

“Never.”