Test in tortuous form

Chapter Sixteen

Andrea’s POV

After what feels like the longest, most unnecessary ride of my life, we finally step onto the rooftop restaurant, and I swear the place looks like it charges you just for breathing the air. 

Soft golden lights hang overhead like they’re trying a little too hard to be romantic, and the city skyline sparkles in the distance like it knows it’s part of the show. The table is dressed up in a crisp white tablecloth, glasses so polished I can practically see my future disappointments in them, and fresh flowers sitting pretty like they belong in a magazine. 

Tristan keeps his hand on my lower back, guiding me gently but firmly. The black dress he picked for me fits perfectly, but nobody knows what is happening underneath. 

The small egg toy is still inside me, buzzing softly on a low setting. He controls it with the tiny remote in his pocket. Every small step makes it press against me, sending little shocks of pleasure through my body.

“Mr Hale,” The investor, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit, walks up to us with a big smile. He extends his hand to Tristan first. “It’s good to see you. Thank you for honouring my invitation tonight.”

Tristan shakes his hand firmly. “Thank you for the invitation, Mr Reynolds. I appreciate the effort.”

Then the man turns to me, his eyes bright. He reaches out like he wants to take my hand and maybe even kiss it the old-fashioned way. Before he can, Tristan moves slightly, placing his body just enough to block the move. His hand stays steady on my lower back, a clear message that I am not available for that kind of greeting.

The investor notices and pulls his hand back smoothly, still smiling. “And who is this lovely lady?”

“This is Andrea, my…” Tristan pauses, and I feel his fingers tighten just slightly at my back. Fuckmate? Girlfriend? Wife? Fiancée? He seems to search for the right wordit for a second before settling. “My exclusive partner. You don’t mind that I brought someone, do you?”

Mr. Reynolds laughs lightly and waves his hand. “Not at all, Mr. Hale. Not at all. I actually arranged for good servers tonight just for the two of you. The best wine, the chef’s special menu… everything is taken care of. Please, sit. Make yourselves comfortable.”

We sit down at the table. Tristan pulls out my chair for me first, then takes his own seat right beside me. His hand finds my thigh under the table again, warm and steady. The toy chooses that moment to give a stronger buzz. I suck in a quick breath and press my lips together hard.

The waiter comes over right away. Tristan orders wine for both of us without asking me. “The Sauvignon Blanc,” he tells the waiter quietly. Then he leans close to my ear so only I can hear. “Sit up straight, Andrea. Shoulders back. Don't make it obvious.”

I fix my posture quickly, trying to look normal. The investor starts talking about business, something about projects and approvals and timelines. I don’t understand most of it, so I just smile and nod when it feels right. I look around at the pretty lights and the other tables instead.

But inside, I am dying.

The vibrator keeps pulsing steadily between my legs. Every time I shift even a little, it rubs against that sensitive spot and sends waves of heat through me. My thighs feel shaky. I am getting so wet that I worry it might show. My nipples are hard against the dress, and my breathing is starting to come out too fast.

Tristan notices everything. He refills my wine glass himself when it gets low. His thumb draws slow circles on my thigh under the table, but it only makes the feeling worse. At one point the vibration suddenly gets stronger for a few seconds. I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I taste blood. A tiny whimper almost escapes, but I turn it into a small cough.

“Are you okay, Andrea?” Mr. Reynolds asks kindly.

I force a smile. “Yes, thank you. The wine is very good.”

Tristan’s lips twitch like he wants to smile. He leans in again, whispering so softly, “Good girl. Stay quiet for me.”

The dinner continues. They bring appetizers, small, beautiful plates of food that I can barely taste. Then the main course. Mr Reynolds keeps talking about the Meridian project, asking Tristan questions about timelines and connections. Tristan answers smoothly, sounding smart and in control, like always. I sit there trying to look interested, but all I can focus on is the constant buzzing inside me.

My body is on fire. Pleasure keeps building, slowly and Tristan doesn't look like he's going to be merciful anytime soon. I cross my legs, then uncross them. Nothing helps. I am so close to the edge, but the toy never lets me go over. It just teases and teases. Sweat is forming on my back even though the night air is cool. My hands shake a little when I pick up my glass.

Tristan pours me more wine and murmurs, “Drink slowly.”

I nod, but my mind is foggy. The vibrations rise again, stronger this time. I grip the edge of the table under the cloth, fighting back a moan. My pussy clenches tight around the toy. I am dripping wet and desperate.

Toward the end of the meal, Mr Reynolds leans forward. “Mr Hale, if we could step aside for a few minutes to finalize those last points privately…”

Tristan nods and begins to stand.

Panic hits me hard. I cannot be left alone right now. Not like this.

I reach out fast and grab his hand under the table, squeezing tight. Leaning close, I press my mouth to his ear, my voice shaking with need.

“Please, Mr Hale… I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to explode.”

Tristan freezes for half a second. Then he turns to the investor with the same calm face.

“We’ll have to pick this up another time, Mr. Reynolds. You can stop by my office tomorrow.”

The man blinks, clearly caught off guard. “But…”

Tristan smiles, easy, like he’s not casually cutting the conversation short. “Dinner was great, really. I’m even willing to reconsider the profit split in your favour,” he adds, almost like a consolation prize. “But I can’t stay any longer. She’s not feeling too well.”

My face burns under the attention, heat creeping up my neck.

He doesn’t wait for a reply. He simply stands fully, smooth as ever, pulling me up with him like it’s the most natural thing in the world, his arm settling around my waist.

“Let’s go.”