**[Dinner]**
“We need to talk”, she said, sitting across from him.
Sure, what about?
“Pleasing me.” She replied with a shy smile. He felt her foot beneath the table, slowly inching its way up his leg.
“Now? In the restaurant?” he asked.
“It’s just talk. It’s been almost a week now; you’ve been a very good slave. I’m loving this torment you’re under.”
“I’m crazy about you. I’m not used to being THIS submissive. Not so long ago, it was you that was begging.” And as he said that, he felt her leg pull back from his. She raised an eyebrow and had a cheeky grin. She was just teasing of course. But he also knew that she had the will power to keep this tease going for days.
“No, don’t stop. Please…?” He said, barely louder than a whisper. They were seated towards the back of the restaurant, in a booth against a side wall. There were a few other patrons a few booths away, but nobody close enough to hear.