Chapter 12: Screwing

“Lilli. Wake up.” The insistent voice wouldn’t go away.

Bleary and confused, she rubbed her eyes. It took a moment to remember they were on a weekend getaway. It took only one glance at Finn, fully clothed and authoritative, to remember her role here at this kinky B&B. She scrambled into a sitting position, would have climbed down to kneel on the floor, if he hadn’t put out a staying hand.

“I’m taking you to dinner in a nice restaurant, so I need you to get dressed.”

“That sounds lovely, Sir.” Lilli hurriedly dressed in a short floaty dress that fell only to mid thigh. It was shorter than she was used to, but Finn had bought it for her for this weekend.

They were about to leave when Finn asked, “Aren’t you forgetting something, Miss Lilli?”

“No. What?”

Finn lifted her dress and pointed at her underwear.

Lilli choked. “You don’t really expect me to go out with nothing on under this short dress.”

Finn didn’t respond, just raised that trademark eyebrow of his. And waited.

Lilli stood there unmoving. Earlier, Finn had decreed the entire weekend dungeon time. It was a predicament of her own making, but she was torn. She didn’t want to go without underwear. She also didn’t want to disobey her Dom.

Finn cleared his throat, drawing her gaze back to him. His severe expression spurred her to action, and Lilli stripped her panties off quickly. Whatever their pact in San Francisco, it was clear he wasn’t giving her any choice here. She was his very real slave, at least for two days, and he would swiftly correct any defiance on her part. Her belly curled, and her knees felt weak. His dominance never failed to make her hot and bothered.

Now that her panties lay abandoned on the floor, Finn announced, “I have a gift for you. Something else I want you to wear.” He removed an item from his private bag of toys, the one she wasn’t ever allowed to open, and handed it to her. “It will help keep your mind focused while we’re at dinner.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Lilli laughed, holding the thing out in front of her.

Once again, Finn leaned back against the wall and raised an eyebrow. Lilli was beginning to detest that eyebrow.

“But I can’t wear this!” Lilli wasn’t even sure what it was, but she knew where the large dildo attached to the middle was supposed to go.

“Must I remind you that you’ve agreed to be my slave for the weekend? You made your bed, so to speak, on the drive down here. If we weren’t already late for our reservation, I’d take you over my knee right now for your unacceptable defiance.” As always between them, there was a playfulness about their special brand of kink, but that didn’t mean Finn didn’t also hold her to every rule he’d trained into her.

Lilli gasped. “But…but…”

He smiled then, his sinful Mr. Hyde smile. “But, of course, you can always safe word.”

Exceedingly frustrated, Lilli wanted to stamp her foot. Finn knew she didn’t want to do that, and he had used it against her. He always knew how to handle her, and it made the girl-child inside her want to throw a major tantrum.

Finn had won this round, and she nodded her acquiescence. He explained that it was a chastity belt and that the straps would fit around her waist and between her legs to hold the large dildo firmly inside her body. Finn smiled knowingly when he easily slid two fingers inside to test her readiness.

She looked away from his arrogant grin—the equality-minded feminist in her mortified that such demeaning treatment always made her so wet. He slid the dildo into her and buckled the straps. For the first time in her life, Lilli found herself strapped into a chastity belt. Finn helped her to stand, and she felt the pressure from the huge rubber phallus filling her completely. Finn was right—with this thing between her legs, she would be very focused…constantly, unbearably focused on sex. She was throbbing already.

“Why do I have to wear this?”

“Because it pleases me.”

“Can’t I wear underwear over it?” Incredulous, Lilli just couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that she would be forced to go out in public like this. She smiled at him seductively and purred, “Please. I promise I’ll be so good to you when we get back.”

“Nice try.” He laughed. “No, you can’t wear panties. And I promise you, my sexy submissive, you’ll be very good to me when we get back.”

Then Finn pointed toward the cottage door. He led her to the roadster, and they drove the twenty minutes to Carmel, a quaint seaside town, and parked at an equally quaint tavern. They were escorted to a dark corner table in the noisy bar and grill. She felt awkward walking in her three-inch heels with a large dick between her legs. She resisted the urge to hold her miniskirt down, feeling exposed without underwear. Many men and even some women stared at her as she walked by, and Lilli worried they could somehow tell what she wore under her dress.

“You look incredibly beautiful tonight.”

Pleasure made her beam at him, making her almost forget how mortified she was to be out like this.

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied, dropping her voice to a whisper. She fidgeted on her chair, trying to get used to the feel of the stiff chastity belt locked around her pelvis.

“Don’t worry, no one can tell what you’re wearing underneath,” Finn teased. “At least not yet.”

“What?”

She’d no time to ask him to clarify what he meant because the waitress arrived to give them the evening’s specials. Finn ordered for Lilli without asking her opinion or even so much as looking to see if she approved. He was toying with her feminist beliefs tonight. Big time.

After their martinis arrived, Finn made several toasts in a row—to her beauty, their growing relationship, her sexiness. He compelled her to down sip after sip on her empty stomach. Within minutes, Lilli was tipsy, her last truly coherent thought that someday she’d find a way to turn the tables on him, she just didn’t know how yet.

She giggled, knowing Finn couldn’t punish her for naughty thoughts.

Finn raised his glass to her in silent salute.

“Eek!” Lilli nearly shot out of her chair. The giant dick locked in her body was vibrating. She lurched, reflexively squirming as the dildo shook against her G-spot and the base against her clit. Mouth open, she stared dumbstruck at Finn, while desperately trying to sit still.

Her Mr. Hyde had never looked so lascivious, so sinful, so devious, his eyes gleaming and his lips curled with the barest hint of a smile.

“Everything okay, my dear?” His tone was so bland he might have been asking her to pass the salt.

Lilli was too consumed with not fidgeting to manage an answer. Finn had done something, flipped a switch she didn’t see, and the large dildo was vibrating vigorously within her. Wave after pulsating wave teased her hole and tickled her clit that was so already inflamed from the clamping. Verging on drunk, thanks to Finn’s machinations, she was powerless to fight the deliciously insidious sensations flooding her. She couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the pleasure building between her legs. Her eyes drifted shut, and she moaned. The outside world started to fade away as the feeling grew and expanded toward…

“Here are your steaks, and I’ll be right—”

Her eyes snapped open to see the waitress putting their meals on the table. Her evil boyfriend winked at her, and Lilli’s face flamed red again.

“—back with more water. Is there anything else you’d like?” The woman glanced back and forth between them.

“Lilli, sweet, do you want anything else?” His hand moved underneath the table, and the vibrations increased.

“Ah-ahh!” She couldn’t stop the loud exclamation. She managed a brief shake of her head. Mortified, Lilli looked down at her food and gripped the table with all the strength she had, trying in vain to sit still and fight the imminent orgasm.

“Are you sure?” Finn asked solicitously. “Maybe a cucumber, banana, or…oh, I don’t know, some creamed…something or other?” He was having a great time.

“I’m sorry, we don’t have cucumbers or bananas…but we do have creamed spinach,” the waitress offered. The young woman looked confused as Lilli glared at Finn, and he grinned from ear to ear.

“Lilli, please tell our very patient waitress what you would like.” Finn’s tone warned that she better say something.

Struggling valiantly against the burgeoning climax, Lilli barked, “Get me creamed spinach.”

“Lilli, remember your manners.” He’d trained her that subs must always be polite no matter where the other person was on the hierarchy, Top, bottom, or in-between.

“Please,” she croaked, the feel of her pussy pulsing like a jackhammer.

Finn spoke to the waitress, but she didn’t hear, her eyes clenched shut and lost in the dark building pleasure. Lilli didn’t care that she was in public anymore. It felt too damn good.

Yes, more, more, more! And then…nothing.

Nothing.

Finn turned it off just as she tensed to climax. Lilli sat there in a morass of imploding lust—sweating, panting, embarrassed, and so horny she needed to scream. She begged him with her eyes. Pleaded silently for him to give her relief.

“Eat, Lilli.”

She ached all over. Shuddering once, she glanced around, thankful that no one stared at her, that the noise of the restaurant appeared to have concealed her public abasement. She toyed with her food, no longer hungry for that kind of sustenance.

“Eat.” His tone suggested she would be foolish to disobey.

The clawing arousal was fading, and Lilli managed to nibble a few bites. She fumed at Finn, incensed by his games, and wanted payback. Slipping her shoe off, she raised her foot under the table and placed it on his crotch.

Finn lurched, his eyes flashing to her. Lilli surreptitiously massaged his dick through his pants. It jerked and began to thicken and harden. She smirked at his warning glare, ecstatic that he couldn’t stop his body’s reaction to her any more than she could stop her trained response to him. Finally, I have some power over you!

“Put…your…foot…down.”

Lilli hesitated, her foot motionless—Finn’s tone was that severe. Then she grinned naughtily and waggled her head at him. Her foot resumed its delicate caress.

“That’s one,” he said, before turning the vibrator back on to full strength.

She heaved out of her chair. Her lust roared back faster and stronger, with the speed and force of a bullet train. She dipped her head meekly and pulled her foot off him. Then she lowered herself back gingerly onto her chair, gritting her teeth against the onslaught of pleasurable vibration. She waited for him to turn it down, but he didn’t.

Now Finn was the one grinning. “That was…very naughty of you.”

Lilli nodded—yes, yes, yes—but couldn’t form words, couldn’t promise to be good from now on. With her eyes huge, she beseeched Finn to end her torment, her hands a death grip on the table and her ass twitching.

Then he made it ten times worse. “Miss Lilli, you do not have permission to come. This is your punishment for not immediately complying with my commands. So sit there quietly and take it like a good little sex slave.”

He waited a few seconds and then goaded, “If you disobey and let yourself pop, you’ll be spanked severely when we get back to the dungeon.”

Finn had played her masterfully, once again. He knew how much she’d come to enjoy being tied down and paddled and had purposely planted the erotic picture in her mind. She was speeding toward a giant orgasm, and she couldn’t stop it anymore than she could stop a bullet train.

“Please…not…here,” she croaked, struggling to remain upright, desperate to stop squirming.

“That’s right, exactly.” Finn sounded cheerily supportive. “Do. Not. Come. Here.”

The vibrating dildo continued unabated.

Finn had architected the entire evening, engineered this outrageous pleasure torture. He’s maneuvered her right where he wanted her—sitting on a knifepoint of flaming lust so bright Lilli was desperate to come. And utterly desperate not to. In that moment, she craved it more than she thought it possible to want anything. At the same time, she was frantic not to climax in the middle of a restaurant full of people. Eyes shut, she fought the looming orgasm, but the clawing arousal continued to build, aided by memories of the spankings she loved and the inhibition-reducing effects of alcohol. Her Dom was a Master with a capital M for creating a scene where she was inflicting such torture upon herself by refusing to let herself climax.

Lilli shuddered, sweating, panting, and desperate to please him by following his command. It all came back to Finn. He was playing with his sub, driving his possession toward a goal that he desired, and she wasn’t sure whether to resist or surrender. Trembling all over, she felt the flaming waves of pleasure continue to build, grow stronger, brighter, into a white-hot crescendo. She had no strength left to fight it anymore. Lilli let her eyes drift shut and shuddered through a violent, brilliant, billowing orgasm, the ecstasy spiraling over and through her.

Not a sound escaped her lips.

Panting, Lilli sat there with her eyes shut tight, eventually realizing that Finn had turned off the vibrator. Awareness of her public surroundings returned, and she groaned, mortified. She raised her hands to cradle her flushed face, applying calming pressure. She looked only to Finn, didn’t want to know if anyone else had watched her climax.

He shook his head, feigning regret. “I’m saddened that you disobeyed me. That’s two.”

“What do you mean two…two what?”

“You need correction. First, for your naughty game of footsie and then for disobeying my order not to come.”

“That’s not fair! You purposely pushed me over the edge.” Though whispered, her tone was furious.

“That’s three.”

“Oh come on,” she whined. “You’re not being—”

“That’s four.”

Lilli shut her mouth, but her eyes were defiant.

“You can always safe-out, sweet bird, if you’re worried the punishment will be too much for you to handle.” The offer was sincere, if a bit of a taunt, but she’d never once used her safe word because Finn loved her courage. She didn’t want his praise to stop or the admiration in his eyes to dim.

“Lilli, I do mean it. I’d rather you use the word than think you’re unhappy.”

He really did care for her, even if he hadn’t yet said the L-word. “Honestly. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life. What does that say about me that I like being treated that way?” It was a joke, but also a real question about her longstanding beliefs.

Finn reached across the table and took her hand, holding like he’d never let it go. “It says we’re soul mates, because I’ve never been so turned on in my life, either.”

Her heart felt tight with joy, and she beamed at him.

“But you’re still getting a severe punishment. When I’m done with you, you won’t contradict me or disobey again. I’ll teach you to be very eager to please me.”

Lilli giggled. His threats were designed to titillate, and his faux-sinister expression was cute. He glowed with scheming, boyish excitement. Still, Finn had trained her well—Lilli automatically became aroused again, as if on cue.

“Check, please,” she shouted to the waitress.