Don’t Move [M40] [F35] [D/s] [Princess] [Sir] [Fingering] [Public] [Orgasm] [BDSM]

**Sitting at the table, enjoying the various topics of conversation among the other guests, I felt his hand touch my thigh. With a gentle squeeze to gain my attention i felt his breath near my ear before he spoke.** 

**”Do you know how badly I want you right now, Princess?”** 

**The soft sound of his commanding voice touching me, exciting me in places that tortured every inch of my of my sex and beyond. I closed my eyes and slightly shook my head in response. His hand began rubbing my thigh and I shifted in my seat letting him know I was getting aroused, this was not the time or the place for it.** 

**I heard his soft chuckle, “you need to stay still.” I glanced at him seeing the sexy smirk on his face. The dinner continued on around us, and no one noticed our private conversation. He made his intentions clear, and I was speechless.** 

**”Did you hear me?”** 

**”Yes… Sir”** 

**Motioning for me to turn my face back to the guests at the table, his hand started discreetly making its way under my dress. I felt the heat rush to my face and held my breath.  Soon his hand found its way to my naked inner thigh.** 

**”Remember… DON’T MOVE.” A commanding whisper that only I could hear.** 

**As he reached for my panties, he quickly found out I wasn’t wearing any and I heard him whisper under his breath, “Strike one”**

**My clit throbbed at the pleasurable punishments that came to mind, and again I let out a soft moan. He shushed me teasing me by caressing my outer lips. My toes began to curl knowing that I wasn’t allowed to move or give any indication as to the secret pleasure occurring under the table.** 

**Across the table our host, Martin, looked at me, “Gabriella, are you alright, you look flushed.”**

**I nodded my head giggling awkwardly, “I’m fine, I think I’ve just had a little too much wine.”** 

**”Patrick, you might want to watch her drinking, we wouldn’t want Gabriella to get too drunk,” Martin said looking past me at my Sir.**

**Patrick smiled and nodded his head, “Thank you Martin, I guess I need to keep a close eye on her for the rest of the evening.”** 

**Another whisper “Strike two, for drawing attention to yourself.”** 

**I bit my lip and shook my head in protest, but Patrick wasn’t going to put up with it.** 

**”If you shake that head again, it’ll be strike three Princess.”**

**Taking a deep breath, I attempted to center myself, when I felt his finger enter my slit slowly moving up and down, allowing my body to respond with a rush of warmth and wetness. My breathing became shallow, as I slowly spread my legs to allow him more access.** 

**”Did I ask you to spread your legs?”** 

**His voice sent another wave of arousal throughout my body. “No Sir”** 

**I took a big drink of water to cool myself down as he whispered, “That could’ve been another strike, but I love how eager you are to be naughty.”**

**I let out a small gasp as I felt his finger lingering at my entrance, slowly dipping into the source of my wetness. Another shush came from him as he made his way deeper inside me.** 

**”Don’t move, Princess.”** 

**I felt the familiar throbbing, my pussy yearning for his hard cock inside me, fucking me like I was a bad girl all day.** 

**I grabbed his hand as he started moving around faster, a sign that he was on the right track, but I couldn’t hold myself back.  His fingers were curling inside me, finding the right spot to drive me crazy. He knew this was the guaranteed way to make me cum.** 

**The sounds of the other guests disappeared as I focused on the dance his fingers were performing on my g-spot. Patrick was really going to go there, he was going to make me cum in front of all our friends. I shifted in my chair and immediately knew I was in trouble.**

**”Strike three Princess, I said NO MOVING!”** 

**In the flash of the moment, I grabbed his thigh as I felt the rush of my orgasm tighten around his fingers. My body shook and I held my breath to ensure I didn’t make a sound. Bit by bit he removed his fingers giving me aftershocks with each movement.** 

**He raised his fingers, glistening with my juices, placing them in his mouth.** 

**”Mmm, that’s the best tasting dish of the evening.”**

**He grabbed my face gently lowering his lips onto mine, swirling his tongue around my lips then gently pushing my lips open to give me a deep passionate kiss.** 

**As he released me, he whispered, “Do you not agree you taste good on me?”**

**”Yes Sir,” I said breathlessly.** 
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**”That was just the appetizer, wait until we get home. You have some punishments coming your way.”**  

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