Verse & Vice

When you told me not to wear underwear to dinner, I wasn’t surprised. We didn’t do it all the time, sure but it wasn’t unheard of either.

Then you banned me from speaking without permission.

And to wear my remote control plug.

That was new.

And it was how I found myself now, staring blankly at a waiter, unsure of how to tell him my order without speaking.

I set the menu down, going to point –

For the first time that evening, you turned on the vibrator.

My legs, already crossed under the table, pressed tighter into each other. My hand came down on the table hard enough to jolt the silverware, the resulting clang drawing the attention of the tables near us.

Oh, I could kill you.

The weight of the room’s eyes on me sent shame dripping through me, the heat of it only growing as it mixed with the powerful vibrations inside me.

My face was burning.

“I’m so sorry, my wife, she’s a bit shy…” It wasn’t wrong, but I could order for myself, if you just – “I’ll order for her.”

I hadn’t told you what I wanted and yet you rattled it off perfectly. Granted, I ordered the same thing almost every time we came here, but still. It was a sweet reminder of why I put up with you.

The vibrator switched off as the waiter finally walked away. Finally the tension released – I started panting, trying to get back the breath you’d stolen from me.

“How are you feeling, Mia? You look a bit pink.”

I just glared at you, grabbing my glass of wine and downing it.

“Mmm, not answering when spoken to?”

The vibrator switched on again.

I gripped the edge of the table, refusing to break eye contact with you.

Or at least, I tried, until you turned up the power again.

I squeezed my eyes shut, curling into myself as I tried to fight the pleasure building inside me.

“You really don’t look well, Mia. Maybe I should accompany you to the bathroom?”

I gritted my teeth.

“I’m fine. I promise.”

“Alright, then. You let me know if you find yourself in need.”

You were so annoying.

I wanted to leap over the table and fuck you right there.

You switched the vibrator off again, and the ache of its loss was almost more frustrating than your teasing.

Almost.

A few minutes of conversation later, wary on my side and teasing on yours, the waiter made his way over with the food.

You switched the vibrator on again, low and slow in my favourite pattern. I bit my lip at the sudden jolt of it, trying to keep myself from groaning.

Based on the look the waiter gave me, I mostly succeeded.

“I’m so sorry, my wife doesn’t seem to be doing well… Is it alright if I accompany her to the bathroom? Just for some privacy, when she gets like this she faints sometimes and she gets so embarrassed…”

I lifted an eyebrow on the side of my face the waiter couldn’t see.

So this was happening.

You returned my gaze, your eyes dark and challenging.

You never could let me eat in peace.

There was nothing that wound you up more than teasing me, after all.

“Uh, sure, just go down that hall and you’ll find it.”

The waiter sounded unconvinced, but also like he wasn’t paid enough to care.

“Thank you.”

Your hand was on my arm before you’d even finished the words, gently tugging me up to lean on you like an invalid. If I had any hopes that you were going to let me walk on steady legs, they were quickly dashed as I saw you leave your phone at the table.

“Can’t have them thinking we’re dining and dashing, right?”

Your voice came low in my ear, my fingers clawing into your arm as it did.

I gasped out my response.

“We haven’t… Even dined…”

You pushed the door to the bathroom open, then, and the word didn’t matter anymore. Even before it was shut you were pushing me against it, making it slam shut as you slid my skirt up my thighs to check just how desperate you’d made me.

“You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?”

“I’m the tease?”

Already your cock was pressing against me, hard and hot.

We’d walked through the whole restaurant to get here.

There was no way they didn’t realise –

You pressed into me, pulling my hair back to make me arch into you at the same time.

“Yes you fucking are.” You turned us around, the movement awkward and stumbling but oh so worth it when I saw my face in the mirror, flushed and hungry. “Just look at yourself.”

I moaned as you emphasised the words with a sharp thrust, hitting against the barrier inside me.

You found your pace then, hard and punishing as it tended to be in these situations. I hated wasting money on a cold meal, and we’d have plenty of time to draw this out later in the evening.

Now, you were going to leave me dripping with you.

I clenched my thighs at the shot, the sudden pressure of it drawing a groan out of you.

No underwear and a pussy full of cum…

It was going to be a problem.

I gasped as you drove the air out of me each time you pressed inside.

“Don’t – fuck, don’t cum inside.”

“What, didn’t I bring you here so you could have your fill?” One of your hands slipped from my hips to find my lower stomach, hovering over the space that belonged to you. “I’m going to make sure you’re never empty again, little one. And everyone’s going to fucking know it.”

I wailed at the thought of it, your hips going just a touch faster as they started to stutter against mine, each thrust deeper than the last –

My own pleasure crested with the first twitch of you inside me, the feeling of your heat seeping into the core of me driving it up to new heights. You slipped a hand over my neck as you continued to thrust into me, slow and shallow, helping me ride my way through it without being too loud…

I watched myself in the mirror as the feeling began to fade.

Hair tangled, eyes glassy.
The vibrator still thrummed in my ass, pulling a few more twitches out of me.

You pulled out, cum flowing after you, the hot liquid trailing down my thighs before dripping onto the floor.

I looked wrecked.

There was no way we were getting through the rest of this meal.

You pushed my skirt back down, pretending to smooth it out for a moment before wrapping your arms around me and placing your lips against my neck, sucking hard against the skin before pulling away with a slick pop.

“Best way to work up an appetite, right?” You brought one of my hands to your lips as you met my eyes in the mirror. “Let’s get going.”

Keeping your hand in mine, you moved to open the door –

And there was the waiter, holding your phone.

“Let’s get going indeed. I’m afraid we’re going to have to ask you to leave.”

I hid my face in your shoulder, humiliation pouring through me even as pride radiated off of you.

Another restaurant, ruined.

And I really liked this one…