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It wasn’t that hard.
They’d held hands in the car and when they’d gotten to the restaurant he’d asked for one of the corner booths. So he could sit next to her, keep his hands on her.
Maria’s hair was gloriously curly, pulled back away from her face, but still tumbling down her back. She was dressed in a little black dress that dipped low into a loose front which hinted at showing more than it actually was, as if he waited long enough he might be lucky enough to be looking at exactly the right moment to see it completely expose her. It cinched in at her waist and hugged her hips, flaring out into a flippy little skirt just underneath her ass. The kind of dress designed to torture a man.
Which meant it was his job to torture her right back. He kept his arm around her shoulders while they looked at the menu, drawing little circles on her bare skin, watching her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her dress. Sitting next to her also meant he got to keep peeking down the front of her dress, trying to see more skin. Instead he just got a hint of the lacy black bra she was wearing, which was enough to give him a hard-on at the dinner table while he wondered if her panties matched. He shifted his hand down to her lower back, caressing just above the curve of her ass.
After the server took their order, she gave Rick a dirty look.
“Would you stop that?” she whispered, but her voice was breathy, excited, not just annoyed. She was squirming a bit in her seat. Rick grinned, leaning in to whisper in her ear.
“No. You like it.” He was starting to get more of a feel for Maria’s personal kinks. No exhibitionism, but the danger of being caught did appeal to her. Being teased out in public got her going too, because she knew she wasn’t going to get her satisfaction there. While Rick kind of liked the idea of making her orgasm at the table, he knew she wouldn’t be down for that. He was happy to tease and torment her, rousing her without giving her satisfaction. He splayed his hand on her lower back, his other coming down to rest on her thigh, fingers resting only a few inches below her pussy. Her quick, indrawn breath was all the validation he needed. “You like it when I touch you and get you wet, you like the idea someone might notice—as long as no one actually does.”
Maria shivered as his hand tightened on her thigh. Rick fought the urge to slide his hand under her skirt and up her leg.
Something clattered on their table and Maria jerked away and Rick slightly straightened, amused. Their server looked amused too, giving Rick a wink, before walking away.
“Oh my God, that’s so embarrassing,” Maria muttered, reaching quickly for the bread and butter the server had just dropped off.
Rick chuckled, but backed off, just keeping his hand on her back. He liked touching her, even though it was just as much a sexual torment to him as it was to her. As she buttered her bread, Maria shot him a little look from underneath her eyelashes, both shy and seductive. Definitely aroused, not upset with him.
Still, she’d said she’d wanted him to stop, so now he’d give her a little taste of that. And it might help him keep his own rampant libido under control.
By the time dinner was over, Maria felt ready to jump out of her skin. The day had been torture. She didn’t think she’d ever been so aware of her body. Every time she’d walked, she’d felt her pants brushing against her inner thighs and pussy, every time she’d sat down, she’d felt them tighten over those same areas. Her nipples had been incredibly sensitive all day. And then Rick had spent all of dinner making her even more wet and squirmy, to the point where she almost didn’t care they were in public—she just wanted to come.
Even worse, it just turned her on even more that she knew she wasn’t going to get off until he got her off.
Man, she was one sick puppy. The physical stuff was hot, but it was the mental stuff that made her feel the most confused and the most turned on. She felt like she wasn’t supposed to like this—but maybe that was part of what she liked. It wasn’t forbidden to be following a man’s orders or allowing him control over her body, but it did have a feeling of taboo around it, like she was being somehow naughty.
Although, when she compared her and Rick to some of the other couples at Stronghold—like Paul and Christina—she felt almost tame by comparison, so that was kind of reassuring.
Walking back to the car, Rick had his arm wrapped around her waist, and she leaned into him, rubbing her curves against him. He looked down at her, grinning. “Little tease.”
She snorted. “Like you’re one to talk.”
Conversation at dinner had been easier while they were eating, because he’d had to stop touching her. Nothing they’d talked about had been consequential, but it had all been enjoyable. Of course, as soon as he was done eating, he’d gone right back to teasing her, caressing her with small little touches that made her feel sensitive all over her body.
“Careful brat,” he warned, patting the side of her bottom in mimicry of a spanking. Maria shivered and raised her eyebrow at him.
“We’re not in the bedroom.”
“Doesn’t mean you won’t pay when we get there.”
She jumped him the moment they walked through his front door, using her foot to kick it shut behind her. The suddenness of her sexual assault caught him off-guard and he fell back against the wall, with her on top of him. For one long moment, Maria had the upper hand, her arms around his neck and her lips pressed against hers. Having the upper hand didn’t turn her on though; what flat out made her pussy gush was when he took it away.
Even though he was the one pressed up against the wall, he took control. His thigh thrust between hers as his hands pulled her forward, making her skirt ride up and her pussy rub against his leg. Gripping her ass, he squeezed the soft flesh tightly in his hands, holding her still against his thigh so she couldn’t do more than squirm. It felt like hot flashes of pleasure were sparking in her clit. She was so turned on—had been so turned on all day—that she could feel her body shuddering as her climax began to build.
Then he pushed her away, forcing her to slide away from his leg, and Maria cried out in protest. Her arms still clinging around his neck, she looked up at him, needy pleading in every line of her body. There was no doubt he was turned on too; his cock had created a substantial bulge at the front of his pants. Maria wondered where the hell he got his self-control from... and then she wondered if the reason she felt free to become so out of control was because she knew Rick wasn’t going to lose his.
Theoretical questions like that weren’t really her priority though. Getting off was.
“Rick please... I’ve been dying all day and I was good, I haven’t touched myself once... please, I need to come,” she begged. It felt strange to beg, and also strangely exciting, especially when she saw his eyes flash with hungry heat in response. Maria had never been into lots of talking during sex, but the words just seemed to flow from her, without conscious thought. “Please Rick, I need you to touch me... I need you to make me come...”
“How am I supposed to say no to that?” He lowered his lips to hers, almost gently, his hands reaching down to her ass, and somehow she knew he wanted her to jump up on him.
Definitely something she’d never done, considering she’d never trusted a man to be able to catch and hold her weight like that. Not since her prom date had tried to dip her and ended up dropping her on the dance floor. But for Rick, she jumped, wrapping her legs around him, knowing he would catch her and he wouldn’t let her fall.
His hands were strong and sure, holding her right where her ass and thighs met, her legs wrapped around his waist pressing her pussy against his body. They kissed, deeply, passionately, as he started walking her back down the hall toward the bedroom. Maria’s body buzzed with excitement, loving the way he’d completely taken control, feeling warm and languid with her trust in him, and absolutely aching for more.
