Painful Pleasures

Torture

You’d think I’d be used to being disappointed by men. There’s my father, no explanation needed. There's Eli everytime I asked him to cover for me whenever I snuck out of the house. And there was every boy I’d ever dated in high school. I was fine with them, it was expected. I think what made it easier was the fact that they were ignorant, oblivious when it came to me, immature. My standards for them were low. I don’t think they actually intended to disappoint me. Nate, on the other hand, knows completely and intended to. He was watching me, smiling smugly as I bounced my leg irritably under the table. He’d taken me to a cozy Italian restaurant. The booths and tables had pillows for comfort. The lights were dimmed using cute lanterns hanging from the ceiling. The smell of garlic and fresh bread filled the air. Beautiful flowers lined the windows, adding a sweet aroma. Too bad I was annoyed. I completely forgot to google it so I could come back another day. They had a small section with a window seat that looked perfect for reading or working.

“Are you alright, Aida?” he asked, still grinning as he placed a hand to stop my leg. I moved away, mumbling.

“Jerk…”

“If you’re going to insult me, you should say it loud enough for me to hear. Do you not like it here?”

“It’s not that. I just thought-”

“Did you not say you were starving earlier?”

“You know what I meant.”

“Do I?” he placed his hand on my leg again. When I tried to move, his grip tightened. I glared at him, but he wasn’t bothered by it. He seemed to find it amusing. He leaned in, and lowered his voice. “I’m not a mind reader, Aida. If you want something from me, you should tell me straight out.” his hand traveled up my leg. I tensed when he reached my inner thigh.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, goosebump traveling up my arms.

“Is this not what you wanted?”

“B-But we’re in public.”

“I know. You’ll just have to be really careful not to draw attention to us.” he rubbed my inner thighs, going just high enough to graze my panties, just enough to make me shiver. The room grew hot, or maybe it was just me. I pulled off my jacket so I wouldn’t sweat. I quivered as I felt him slip his fingers into my panties. He rubbed my outer labia. “Naughty girl. You shaved before meeting me, didn’t you? Were you expecting this?”

“No, I-”

“Careful…you don’t want to lie to me.”

“It’s just a precaution. Every girl does it….Mmm..” his fingers slipped between my lips, sliding along the moist trail from my c**t to my v****a. He uttered something like ‘f**k’ and dragged his free hand across his face. It had me a little amped, a little mischievous. I pushed my hips forward, spreading my legs wider to make it easier for him. He played with my pleasure button and dipped into the stream of juices leaking out of me. It felt so good I felt like cumming. I wanted to see his face, see the deep longing he had for me. But there wasn’t much to see. To everyone else, he looked normal, calmly reading his menu, but from my view I saw something more. His eyes were closed and I could faintly hear the spike in his breathing. When his fingers explored my entrance, he would lick his lips hungrily. I whispered to him. “Isn't it about time you stopped fantasizing and have the real thing?” When he looked at me, my skin grew cold, like I was stepping out of a hot bath into fresh air. There was a command in the air and his eyes demanded obedience. However, I wasn’t as good at reading him as he was with me. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to stay silent and let him fantasize or to reach over and handle him. I stayed silent for now. We might look suspicious if I reached over and started undoing his pants. His finger slipped inside, a small moan escaped my lips. My heart was racing, things were getting dangerous. “Nate..”

“Shh..” he shushed me. He couldn’t go very deep at this angle. But that didn’t discourage him. He was getting rougher and I was losing it.

“Nate, stop. Someone will see us.”

“Then maybe you should stop moving like that. You’ll draw attention.” I hadn’t even noticed how my hips were automatically rotating and grinding into the seat. I felt so overwhelmed, sitting still felt impossible. I grabbed his arm to stop him. “Move your hand.”

“But-”

“Now,” he was staring at me dead in my eyes. My entire body shook as I slowly released him. He went back to town on me. I was biting into my lips trying to contain myself. It would have been easier had he just finished me off and let us be done with it. No, getting me there wasn’t his objective. The second I grew close, he would stop or withdraw. Only when my breathing had slowed would he go back and start over. I was so hot and my panties were soaked. It was so uncomfortable, it was torture.

“Nate, stop..”

“You don’t really want me to. If you really wanted me to, you’d have used your safeword by now.” his grin returned. I’d completely forgotten about my safeword. I had assumed it was only for when we were having s*x. Though I guess this isn't too far off. “You remember what it is, don’t you? So say it.” he watched me, his face not giving away how rough he was getting with me. I couldn’t help gasping as he rubbed against my g-spot. My eyes were frantically looking around, trying to catch someone staring. I pleaded with him with my eyes. “Say it, Aida. Say it and I’ll stop.” he chuckled. “Or do you like this? You like being fingered in public, don’t you? Is it thrilling?”

“No..”

“Oh, I think it is. Your face says it all.” he pulled me closer so he could go deeper. My eyes fluttered and I gripped the edge of my seat as the orgasm began to build. “You should see yourself,” he whispered. “Making such a dirty and perverted expression so shamelessly.” his breath was warm against my ear. I was at the end of my ropes. “Should I let you c*m now?” I nodded my head. “Vocal agreements only. Say, ‘Yes, Nate.”

“Y-Ye-”

“You two ready to order?” Asked the waiter. I jumped, my knees hitting the table. Nate hid his mouth behind his hand, trying, but failing to stop himself from laughing.

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. If I could punch him right now, I’d have knocked his lights out. I couldn’t even look at the waiter, I was mortified. I wanted to crawl into the center of my stomach and hide like a turtle. When Nate had regained his composure, he addressed the waiter. He asked me what I was getting, but instead of facing either of them, I pointed to something on the menu. He’d removed his hand the second the waiter popped up, so now I was left with wet panties, a shameful conscience, and female blue balls. Nate was asking the waiter questions, smiling and being naturally charming as usual. I felt him tap my leg. What did he want now? He snapped the side string of my thong against my hip. He made a beckoning gesture with his fingers. Did…Did he want me to give them to him? I glared at that evil hand of his. He tapped my leg again, waiting. I should have pushed it away angrily. I should have scooted away and gave him the cold shoulder. He humiliated me. So why was I so compelled to comply? Why was he doing this to me? He tapped my leg once more, still conversing with the waiter. They seemed to be talking about wine. I let out a sigh to calm my racing heart and stop myself from shaking. I couldn’t make it too obvious. The waiter would know something’s up. I pretended to use my phone to give my eyes something to do than to stare off awkwardly. Slowly, I used my free hand to ease the sides of my thong down my thighs. It was awkward using one hand. I raised my butt slightly to free them. I felt a cold string of liquid stretch before snapping away with my panties. I brung them over my knees. I couldn’t just let them fall to the floor. They were too bright of a color, even in this dim lighting. I lifted my foot one at a time, pretending to be adjusting the lacings. I side eyed the waiter and the people around us, still waiting for someone to be watching. Finally, they were free and I carefully folded them in my hands. Did I really want to give these to Nate? They were soaked and growing cold. His hand was still waiting. I cursed myself and placed them into his hand. He rubbed them between his fingers, feeling the fabric before stuffing them into his pants pocket.

“Alright, I’ll have those right out for you.” The waiter smiled at both of us and walked away. I hid my face in my hands, completely shutting down. Nate took my hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed my knuckles. I hated and loved how pleased with himself he looked.

“Good girl.”

“Are you going to sulk for the entire ride?” Nate asked with a hint of humor. “It’s quite rude to just ignore someone who’s talking to you.”

“You…are an asshole.” was all I could think to say.

“I’ve been called worse.”

“I can’t believe you’d do something like that. I’d never been so ashamed. Doing something like that in the open. You’re a real perv, you know that?” he laughed.

“But it was fun wasn’t it? It sure felt like you were having fun.”

“I’m never going out with you again. The least you could have done…” I lowered my voice, suddenly shy. “The least you could have done was finish what you started.”

“I told you I was going to stop being nice to you.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting this. I thought you were going to start talking back, get snappy. You know, show me your less charming side, get nasty.”

“I think you got plenty nasty for the both of us.” he pulled out my panties and rubbed them between his fingers again. “Nice choice by the way, very pretty. Though I’m sure she looks much prettier without them.”

I folded my arms across my chest. “She is, but too bad you won’t have the pleasure of seeing her tonight. Not after that stunt you pulled.”

“Oh, really?” he ran his hand across my thigh. My skin remembers how he feels. She remembers how he feels. Instantly, I could feel a pulse. ‘Are you sure about that? I really wanted to make up for last time. I was too excited and rushed our time together.”

“You call that rushed?”

“Heh, when I take my time, I like to make sure you’re too exhausted to move in the morning.” he smirked. “Considering how fast you shot out of bed last time, I didn’t do a very good job.” I wanted to deny it. To tell him he’d done more than a good job. I wanted to tell him I’d never had better, but that was more than he deserved right now. I wasn’t about to boost his ego while I’m still pissed. He squeezed my thigh. “Didn’t you like being tortured?” my heart leaped. I didn’t want to say anything. “Wouldn’t it be nice to be somewhere where we wouldn’t have to worry about being caught?” He stopped at a red light and forced me to look at him. “You like being teased. You like how agonizingly frustrating it is. Won't you let me torture you for a little while longer?” When the light changed, he withdrew from me. My face felt cold without his hand there, empty even. It was agonizing and I wondered if he knew just how much I wanted him. Thinking about going back to my empty apartment filled me with dread despite how happy and at peace I was a few hours ago.

“Are you…into b**m?” I finally asked. I must have surprised him. His brow wrinkled.

“Excuse me?”

“The lifestyle, are you into it?” I felt nervous and I wasn’t sure why. He was quiet for what seemed like minutes.

“Why would you ask?”

“I’ve been curious for a while. I guess it’s how you act, how you say certain things. You have this strange intimidation about you that tends to scare me sometimes.” that really got him staring at me, worry spreading across his forehead.

“I frighten you?”

“No, ‘scare’ is probably the wrong word to use. Moreover, I get really nervous when you say or do certain things. You’re really composed despite being so bold. You have a way of controlling my emotions in ways I don’t fully understand. You…you even asked me to submit to you last time. You tease me constantly and make me say embarrassing things.” Was I making things awkward by asking him like this?

“Are you asking if I’m a dominant?”

“Well, I wouldn’t take you for a submissive.”

“And why is that?”

“You don’t act like it.” I admitted. His grin was back.

“A true submissive will only submit for a true dominant. They will not show that side of themselves to just anyone who barks orders.”

“So I’m not dominant enough?” I already knew the answer, Nate has a way of turning me into a puddle of goo just by touching me. He laughed, which kinda offended me.

“Not in the slightest. But I like you this way.” Hearing that he likes me made up for it. “There are plenty of men who enjoy being the submissive partner, but it’s not for me. I much more enjoy being the one in charge. Being in control is comfortable and thrilling for me.”

“So you like having power over someone?”

“Only as much power as you give me.” he winked at me. “Why are you asking all of this? Are you interested in a dynamic with me?”

“Are you not?”

“I am very interested. I just hadn’t planned on having this conversation with you so soon.”

“You planned to ask me? What if I didn’t want to?”

“Well, I’ve been vetting you.”

“Vetting?”

“Yes, I’ve been observing you, watching how you react. On our first date, I simply wanted to get to know you better. I wanted to see what type of woman you were behind the scenes.” he chuckled. “You were awfully snappy with me.” I wished he hadn’t brought that up. I was so rude to him during our first couple meetings. Thinking back, I’m not even sure why he’s still talking to me. I said so many nasty things to him. I took my anger out on him, accused him. I was no different from my father. Still, he was so kind to me.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I understood your being weary of me, so I didn’t take it personally. I was a stranger after all. You were being cautious. It was smart. I hesitated bringing you to my hotel. I didn’t want to frighten or hurt you, so I tried to be gentle and go slow for you. You handled it well.” I blushed. “I wanted to see more of that side of you, so I threw subtle hints here and there to see how you’d react.” he pulled into the parking lot of my apartment building. He slipped a hand behind my neck and pulled me toward him. He kissed me deeply, pushing his tongue through my teeth. “Now I’m positive that I want to have you.” I broke away from him, staring into his eyes.

“Come upstairs.” I whispered.

“What did you say earlier?” he asked, smiling.

“Come…upstairs.” He didn’t protest. The second, we stepped off the elevator, I was back on him. I didn’t care who walked past. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into me. I sucked his tongue and drank him in. I didn’t care where it happened, but I needed him right at this moment.

“Let’s go inside.” he whispered, gasping for air. I ignored it, pressing my lips against his again. He let it slide for 10 seconds before grabbing the roots of my hair and tugging my head back. It hurt so good. “I said, inside.” Despite this, he kissed my chin and ran his tongue down my neck. He picked me up by the ass and carried me to the door. Once we were in, he didn’t hold back. I wanted to be just as feral as he was, but I couldn’t resist the nagging feeling I’d left something embarrassing out when I was getting dressed earlier. I hadn’t exactly planned for him to come over so I likely had a couple clothes tossed around in my bedroom. I didn’t want him to think I was a slob.

“Let me tidy up a little.”

“Or we can just make a bigger mess.” God I was in way over my head. He carried me to my bedroom, ignoring the clothes I’d left scattered on the floor. He pulled my top over my head and tossed it to the floor. He started kissing the spot between my breasts, squeezing them. He really wasn’t going to be gentle this time. The thought filled me with ecstasy. My phone buzzed. I ignored it. It buzzed again, I looked at it annoyingly. “Ignore it.” Nate said. I did, but it buzzed a third time. I groaned and grabbed it out of my purse, answered it without even looking at who was calling.

“What?” I answered. Whoever it was chose the wrong time to bother me. My heart dropped when I heard sobbing on the other end. It was soft and sweet. “Jamila?”

“Help me…”