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A Detail of Intimacy - Part Four
By Aussiegirl and H Dean
Marie was thankful that the restaurant was dark. She was very aware of the "mark" that Tom had left on her and was certain that everyone else was quite aware of it, as well. She felt embarrassed enough at not fighting him cumming on her face but the thought of everyone seeing and knowing, was almost too much for her to take!
They were led to a table in the corner and she sat for
a moment without speaking, quietly embarrassed at her facial covering. Her head
was filled with all of the things she should have done, but more so at her
anger at him for doing this to her. She
watched him calmly give the waiter their order, not even worrying that he was
ordering for her. The less the waiter
looked her way the better. Inside her
head she thought of what she wanted to say to him, her anger growing as he
chatted and laughed with the waiter, seeming to want to keep him at the table.
Finally, after the waiter had gone, she spoke.
"How the hell can you do this to me? Do you have any idea how embarrassing
this is?" Her voice was shaking,
her hands clenched under the table.
He smiled at her. "It may be embarrassing, but
you are doing it...and you are enjoying it no matter what you say."
Inflamed, she stood up. "That's enough, I'm going
to the bathroom and I am going to wash this shit off of my face!" she
exclaimed in a whispered yell. She saw
his eyes change from smiling to serious, and felt a flutter in her
stomach.
He shot out a hand, grabbing her wrist. "Be very
aware" he started, "I will not stop you. But I will stop all of this.
You agreed to this weekend and you agreed to being
mine. If you do this, nothing more will happen."
She looked away, briefly, the thought of not
continuing the weekend overriding her shame. Then, exhaling, she sat down
again. "Damn you." she whispered.
She couldn’t look at him, her emotions a jumble and tears just
threatening to flow. She played with her
skirt, pretending to smooth it down, but really she just needed to try to stop
her hands from shaking.
She had always hated confrontations, but she
especially hated to fight with Tom.
Despite their changed status, he was still the Tom she had known and
loved all her life, and she knew they both deserved to
see where the weekend might take them.
Tom watched her face, seeing her struggling to come to
terms with her decision. He knew he was
pushing her, but he knew too that for her to be able to get through the rest of
weekend, she needed to accept his control over her. He also knew she needed a distraction right
now.
Smiling, he reached into his jacket pocket and
withdrew a small item and sat it on the table’s edge in front of him. She made
only a minor note of it thinking it his remote for his car alarm. Then, picking
it up, he pressed one of the small black buttons. Immediately, she felt a
vibration between her legs.
Her eyes wide, she looked at him. "You son of a
bitch!" she grinned. Despite her previous misgivings, she began to enjoy
the feelings the vibrations were causing.
She saw him smile at her, his fingers hovering over the small device,
and she wondered what he had in mind for her next.
Then he pressed another of the buttons and the
vibrations became more intense. She lowered her head, looking out across the
restaurant and whispered for him to stop. He pressed a third button and the
vibrations became a more staccato intermittent buzz.
Her hands slid down between her legs and pressed to
her crotch, hoping to dull the effects. Instead, it increased the sensation and
she quickly pulled her hands back away. Very soon she could feel herself become
wet and she begged him to stop again.
The vibrator was still buzzing away when the waiter
came with their food. Feeling sure that the waiter would notice, she begged Tom
silently to stop, her eyes wide as the food was placed in front of them.
Immediately after the food was served, he stopped the buzzing. She grinned at
him as the waiter walked away, chastising him for torturing her that way.
For the remainder of their time at the restaurant she
was forced to endure the excitement of the buzzing whenever a waiter or bus boy
came to the table. And, though she was uncomfortable and embarrassed, certain
that everyone near her knew her plight, she never once got upset or failed to
see the humor in his actions. It was
like she had remembered it was meant to be fun and just allowed herself to
relax and enjoy the feelings he was giving her.
Before long, they were walking back to his home, laughing and joking.
Again they came upon the alley, her heart thumping in
her chest as she saw it. Again he pushed
her into it. This time, instead of making her perform on him, he pushed her
against the wall. Then tearing open her coat and
shirt, he mauled her naked breasts, sucking and squeezing them with intense and
hurried passion, the vibrator humming away. She was sure she was going to cum,
but instead of being shocked that she could easily cum in the middle of a dirty
alley, she was worried he would not let her cum!
As her orgasm was upon her, he stopped the buzzing.
She heard a moan of frustration, realizing with some surprise it had come from
her. He kissed her fiercely, closing her
shirt and coat, pulling her from the alley way and making her walk back to his
home, unfulfilled and frustrated. They said not a word as they walked onward,
towards his home, her mind spinning with what else he might have in store for
her.
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