My nipples hardening and wetness pooling from betweenmy legs serve as my initial response, but I have questions. "I don't want anyone else touching me. Or you."
Declan's jaw clenches at the thought. "Hard agree. We may be trying to live a new life, but I have no problems killing anyone who touches what is mine. We'd go into a section of the club where it's clear we only want to be watched. Nothing more. But only if you want to."
"I want to. That sounds incredible," I moan, rubbing my thighs together. "But not nearly as incredible as the thought of you sliding your cock inside me now," I beg, spreading my legs.
Declan's eyes lock on me, mesmerized, but he shakes his head. "Only good girls get to come on my cock. And you were very naughty, stripping naked when I wasn't around. Which means you need to be punished."
He slides off the chair and extends a hand, which I gleefully take. All of Declan's punishments involve me having multiple orgasms and him continuously checking in about my safe word so I felt in full control. He pulls us into the room, depositing me on our bed
"We'll have to head out to dinner soon, so I'll leave you to get ready in a second. But first, why don't you bend that cute ass over my dresser?" Declan orders before walking into his closet.
I follow his orders, feeling exposed but also excited. When he returns to our bedroom, he has a wicked smile on his face, and a small metal ball and a pair of my panties in his hand. He drags the ball up and down my core before sliding it inside and helping me step into my underwear.
"Stand up, Zahra," he instructs and I do as I’m told, expecting to struggle, but feeling pretty normal. "You're going to keep that inside you the entire time we're in the restaurant until we get back home. You can always use your safe word, though, understood?"
I nod, taking a few steps around the room as I adjust to the feeling. "Is this it? Seems pretty tame."
He raises an eyebrow. "Let's see if you'll be saying that by the end of the night, my wife."
I'm not sure if Declan was lying in hopes that the anticipation would be enough to get me aroused or if he highly overestimated how much I would like this toy, but so far, I've essentially forgotten it's there.
We'd just been seated in a secluded booth, its round shape allowing for additional privacy, in the Michelin-star restaurant. This place apparently has served a lot of big-name clientele that appreciate anonymity, so orders are all placed on a tablet. Each table is connected to the kitchen downstairs and the food basically takes its own elevator ride up to our table that opens in the middle for us to take our plates. The idea is futuristic and overly pretentious, but Declan insisted the food was some of the best he's had.
I’m scrolling through the menu when I freeze. The ball buried deep inside my core starts to vibrate, making me squeeze my thighs together. The movement causes the toy inside of me to brush up against my G-spot, and I moan so loud that Declan clamps a hand around my mouth. "Quiet love, just because these booths obscure us from any wandering eyes doesn't mean they don't have ears."
The vibrator inside me must have a mind of its own because it quickens in pace, causing my core to clench, and my hips to buck under the table. I can feel my wetness pool down my thighs and I send out a silent thank you to the universe that I decided to wear a long dress that ends right above my ankles.
My eyes shut close as my pussy continues to be tormentedand I feel Declan's lips at my ear. "You can come, sweet wife, you just have to promise to keep quiet, alright? I can't have all these people here know what a dirty little thing you are."
Whether it's Declan's words or the reminder that we're in a room filled with people that sets me over the edge, I can't be sure. I lean my head against the soft velvet of the booth, locking eyes with Declan, his large hand still covering my mouth as I come so hard I feel the aftershock building immediately after it, and I fall over twice in less than a minute.
The buzzing stops immediately and Declan lifts his hand so he can bring a glass of ice water to my lips. "I don't think a toy has ever made you come that hard before. Or maybe it wasn't the toy. Maybe it's the fact that we're in public."
I'm too spent to respond so instead I drink the water and rest my cheek on his chest as he orders some food for us. "Does it have a timer?" I ask, leaning into his touch as he strokes my scalp.
Declan shakes his head. "No. It's remote-operated." He removes his hand from his pocket to reveal a small remote inside.
I swallow hard. "I'm in for a long night, aren't I?"
The wicked look in his eyes is all I need in response. Declan leaves my question verbally unanswered, choosing to use his actions instead, always when I least expect it. He makes me come right as the food arrives, claiming he didn’t want me to burn my tongue on the hot meal. I orgasm again when we send our plates back after finishing, and a third time, a few bites into dessert. Following each orgasm, Declan always takes the time to check in on me, making sure I'm hydrated and praised with his words of affection.
I stare at the half-eaten chocolate cake in front of me, a mix of satiated and desperate for more. "Do you not like the cake? Ican have them send something else." Declan brushes a loose strand of my hair out of my face.
"The cake is delicious, but there's something else that I want."
"The sundae? Let me put the order in—Zahra. What are you doing?" Declan reaches for my hands that are currently undoing the button of his dress pants.
"I need you buried inside me, dear husband," I whisper, filling with satisfaction as he drops my hands. Declan may know all my weaknesses, but I also know his. All I had to do was call him husband and he'd let me do whatever I wanted.
"Are you sure? If someone sees us, we could get in a lot of trouble." His words say one thing, but his actions say another as he pulls me in between his legs and lifts my dress out of the way.
"The booth has an additional curtain you can adjust. I saw the setting on the tablet," I state, messing around with the buttons on the screen until a curtain covers the small entrance of the booth.
"You knew about this the whole time, and still let me play with you out in the open," Declan tsks but his tone is filled with pride. "My naughty wife," he chastises before lifting my hips, removing the toy inside me, and sinking me onto his rigid cock.
"Oh fuck, Declan," I moan into his shoulder, doing my best to keep my voice down. I lean my forehead against his and we both watch as he thrusts in and out of me over and over again.
"Be sure to keep that mouth of yours quiet. I know you like to be loud, but you can't be right now. When we get home, though, I want your screams to fill the villa." He removes his hand from my waist for a second to give me a small smack on the ass. It's enough to send me jolting forward, g-spot rubbing against his piercing.
