TOY ESCTACY IN PUBLIC (2)

Her back slammed softly against the wall, her hands pinned up in surrender.

Her dress was wrinkled from how hard she was clenching her thighs, but it didn’t matter now.

Because Damien had his thumb on the app and she knew it was going to be a rough edging and no one could save her.

“I told you not to make a sound,” Damien murmured, dragging a single finger down her jawline. “But you did.”

Her lips parted to speak, but he shook his head.

“No excuses.”

The toy inside her buzzed with more intensity, this time so intense her knees buckled with the force of it.

“Damien—!” she gasped, she hadn't called him that before, this was the first time she did that and Damien was deeply surprised but he felt accomplished.

He pressed her tighter to the wall with one of his large hand covering her mouth.

“Not my name princess, you can't get naughty.”

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, this was already her cliff but Damien kept teasing her.

The vibration stopped. She whimpered tears dripping from her eyes as she arched her back.

Then it started again with the same full power, her body still arched as her mouth opened in a silent scream against Damien hand.

“You want to cum?” he whispered, dragging his lips along her cheek, then her ear and her neck. “After all those noises you made at my table?”

She nodded frantically.

“Then beg.”

She tried to speak, but his palm was still over her mouth, she whimpered against his skin, pleading through moans, her thighs vibrating.

So he pulled his palm away slowly and stared at her like she was his property on display.

“On your knees.”

The floor was cold, it felt humiliating but Lina and Damien had a kink for humiliation, it looked perfect.

She sank to the ground, the vibrations still wracking her from the inside, her whole body shaking as she looked up at him, then his belt, his broad chest, his eyes, his lips that curled up in a smirk.

“Say it.”

“I—I’m sorry,” she stammered. “Please, Sir, please let me cum. I—I’ll be quiet, I’ll behave— and most I'll be a........" she struggled to complete her sentence but Damien made her moan so loudly.

“Will you?”

She nodded, tears slipping down her hot cheeks. “I’ll be your good girl, I swear.”

He stared down at her with a smile. “You’re not ready to cum,” he said coldly. “You haven’t earned it.”

The toy turned off again. Her whole body screamed from the withdrawal, the absence making her sensitive cunt throb.

“You're going to sit at my feet,” Damien said, “while I finish dessert.”

Her heart dropped. “Sir—please—”

He knelt to her level, gripped her jaw, and forced her to look at him.

“You embarrassed yourself, you also embarrassed me and now, you’re going to be a pretty little decoration for me at the table, you understand?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”

“Fix your face,” he added. “They’ll be watching.”

Then he helped her up slowly, and led her back into the restaurant like nothing had happened.

She sat at his side, quiet, obedient, aching between her thighs, her body humming with unspent release and shame.

Her dress clung to her sweat, her breathing was slow as ber hands trembled slightly in her lap.

Damien didn’t touch the app again, Lina knew what she was meant to do, so she did it. She sat at Damien’s feet like an obedient pet trembling.

The toy inside her was silent but she still felt the way it lingered, She could still feel it pulsing between her legs, threatening to start again at any moment.

Her body anticipated it, flinched for it, begged for it without shame as she pulled Damien's leg under the table without being seen by anyone.

Damien sipped his wine above her like she wasn’t even there. He’d undone the top button of his shirt, rolled his sleeves up again, and his forearm rested across the table.

Their guests didn’t know that she was naked under her dress and she was his under this table feeling pleasure.

Without warning, she felt it buzz straight to her core. Her back arched as her mouth dropped open.

She bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep her from screaming.

Damien didn’t even glance at her.

He was speaking to someone across the table, his eyes calm but smiling.

And beneath the table his foot was pressed firmly against her inner thigh, keeping her legs wide open.

She wanted to cry, to scream to beg him in every language as he raised the vibration level but the were rules.

She whimpered. The woman across the table tilted her head. “Did your pet just make a noise?”

Damien finally looked down at her, his voice cool and collected. “She gets restless when she’s denied.”

Lina’s entire body spasmed at those words. Her cheeks burned, her legs trembled violently, and the buzzing inside her felt too much

“God,” the woman laughed. “I’d say you’re raising her well.”

“Only the best training,” Damien replied, lifting his wine glass in a mock toast. “And she still has so far to go.”

The toy made more moves now faster, faster, faster but as she was about to cum, it went off making Lina slip out a moan before she could trap it.

Everyone heard, Damien froze her in place with a hand on her head, pressing her face against his thigh under the table.

“Now you’ve done it,” he whispered low. “You couldn’t hold it in, could you?”

She sobbed silently, her body was shaking now very desperate to release as her thighs were soaked.

“Please,” she whispered. “Sir… please…”

He turned to their tablemates. “If you’ll excuse us, I need to punish my pet properly.”

They all smiled knowing what had happened, they looked at each other smiling as if it was normal.

Damien dragged her from beneath the table by the wrist slowly and careful not to bruise her, he pulled her through the dining room toward the exit.

Heads turned to their direction because of her legs, they were wobbling. Because of the tension in her body.

Because Damien’s hand was resting on the nape of her neck where he knew was her sensitive spot.

She was panting with teary eyes but she kept walking because he told her to and because she had to obey.

They stepped out into the private corridor again. But Damien didn’t stop. He pushed the glass door opened, the glass door to the restaurant’s rooftop was empty.

And then he turned to her. “Hands on the railing,” he said loudly. “Now.” he added.

She obeyed instantly, her eyes blurred and sparkling with tears and her fingers white-knuckled was placed on the metal.

Damien came up behind her his hand slipping beneath her dress to find the soaked toy still humming deep inside.

“I’ve never seen you this pathetic,” he whispered, biting her ear. “This undone and this desperate to please daddy.”

She nodded.

“Do you want to cum in public, my little fucktoy?”

The name turned her on, “Yes, Sir.Yes.....please, please I’ll do anything—”

“You already have,” he hissed.

And then, he did it, he tapped the screen and the toy surged.

Her entire body seized a her scream echoed off the rooftop glass with pleasure overtaking her. Her tearing sobs from her throat as her knees collapsed and she gripped the railing like her life depended on it.

Her orgasm shattered coming like a tap of water.

It left her crying, moaning, twitching helplessly as Damien held her from behind, whispering, “That’s my good girl, look how beautiful you are when you fall apart.”

And just as her sobs faded into gasps, he tapped the screen again overstimulating her.

Her eyes rolled back at the pain turning into pleasure, she couldn’t even scream anymore.

She was breathless and then Damien whispered from as he shut off the toy:

"We’re not done, we aren't even close until you become a good girl for daddy.”