The bar we went to is a new favorite of mine in the Northside of Chi. A couple of friends and some new faces shared a booth with myself on this particular Saturday night. But one face caught my attention in particular this night. And after a good amount of flirtatious conversation, I knew the effect was mutual.
Excusing myself to the restroom area, I shot my new friend a glance and a head nod. She smiled back in acknowledgement. I didn’t have to wait by the bathroom door for long before she came around the corner. The eye contact was immediately followed by our lips parting on each other’s…fingers lost in each other’s hair…her back pressed up against the wall…our tongues tangled…a whimper escaped her mouth into mine…as she felt my thigh between her legs…even through her slacks, I felt that sweet warmth and dampness on my leg…my lips and teeth traveled to her neck…as she started grinding hard on my thigh…my teeth sank into the side of her neck…careful to leave marks her hair could cover…making their way to her earlobe…she sucked her breath in…she heard me laugh deviously under my breath…knowing I’d discovered a sweet spot…
“If that’s your response to this, I wonder how you’d react…if my teeth caught your clit…”
I felt her tremor.
“Would you like to find out, dear?”
She giggled softly, “What do you think?”
“Ooh, I like the attitude. Tell you what, sweetheart, let’s play a little game.”
“Oh?”
“I’ll eat you for hours tonight, until you literally can’t take it anymore…if, no matter what happens, you don’t cum in that booth tonight.”
I pulled back and saw a curious, excited look on her face. And a look of underestimation.
“Sounds good to me,” she whispered, as she leaned in and bit my bottom lip, taking me by surprise. She walked back to the table, leaving me with sheer determination. I felt a switch flip. And it was no longer about playing games…it was about torture.
I walked back to our booth after a few minutes to see her engaged in conversation, saving a side of the booth solely for her and I. Her jacket strategically placed over her lap for cover. She was practically daring me. I sat down beside her, our eyes looking for just an instant, indicating the proverbial green light for this race. Minutes passed. I conversed with the rest of the group without a hint of deviation. Her subtle twitches gave away her nervous anticipation. She flinched every time I deliberately placed my hands on my sides. And I savored her being on edge.
Within 15 minutes or so, she grew less guarded…and as she spoke to one of our friends…she stopped mid-sentence…feeling the hook of her pants giving way to my hands…she finished her sentence quickly…feeling my fingers sliding over her panties…softly rubbing the subtle bump…slowly rising with every rub…her panties dampening more and more…her lips tightened…her contributions to our table talk shortened to one to two word sentences…her mouth suddenly fell open…a slight gasp escaped her mouth that was only detected by my ears…as she felt my hand slide under her panties…and my finger stroke the top of her clit…slowly…with sweet torment…her hand fell under the table…grabbing my wrist…tightening with every stroke…her teeth clamped onto the corner of her lip…minutes dragged as I contented this lovely cruelty on her now engorged clit…slow strokes…circles…scooping the bottom…her nails digging into my arm deeper…her struggles to keep her quickened breathing disguised…she was determined…so was I…
In one swift motion….my finger slid inside her…her other hand reached down and grabbed my arm intensely…as I latched onto her g spot…nice and shallow….perfect…I grazed it…her nails dug in…her mouth fell open…she bit the inside of her mouth…she was close…two more grazes…she looked at me…eyes admitting defeat…I wanted that admission from her drenched little flower…as furiously as discretion could allow…my finger attacked her g spot…fast…fiercely…she breathed quickly out of her nose….still biting the inside of her mouth….her nails pierced my skin…drawing blood…as I felt her walls clench around my finger…drawing a lovely orgasm…
Everyone started leaving the bar a few minutes later. I waited until most were already at the door before I got up to put on my coat. I looked at her, the smile of a sadist outlined on my face…as she looked up, coated in comfortable defeat.
“I know we had rules,” I said, looking into her eyes, “but I’m still dying for a taste of you…”
Her eyes lit up, a smirk on her face. I placed my coat on, taking my fingers into my mouth, licking them in front of her.
“Ah….there we are…delicious…thank you, sweetheart,” I whispered, as I proceeded to leave her in that booth, and leave the bar on my way home, satisfied.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cpih9n/cruel_caress_mf_public
Beautiful job. I love how you disregard sentence structure in the action and just go for a litany of events. It’s very evocative of how the mind rushes during the throes of pleasure.