Make It Quick, Pet, or I’ll Make It Slow [D/s] [26M/20f] [teasing] [public play]

The café is buzzing, a perfect cover for the game we’re about to play. You’re sitting across from me, sipping your latte, trying to look innocent. But I know better. That glint in your eye, the way you shift in your seat—it’s defiance wrapped in a pretty package. You’ve been testing me all morning, dropping sly remarks, brushing against me a little too deliberately as we walked here. You think you’re clever, don’t you, pet?

I lean back in my chair, my voice low, just for you. “You’re awfully fidgety today.”

You smirk, stirring your coffee with a lazy swirl. “Am I? Maybe I’m just… comfortable.”

Oh, you’re bold. I love that about you. But boldness has consequences.

“Comfortable,” I repeat, my tone deceptively calm. I reach into my pocket, my fingers brushing the small remote. Your eyes flicker with recognition, and there it is—that tiny hitch in your breath. You know what’s coming. “Let’s see how comfortable you stay. Spread your legs under the table. Now.”

Your smirk falters, but you obey, your knees parting beneath the tablecloth. Good girl. You’re wearing that little toy I slipped inside you before we left the house, snug and silent… for now. I press the button, and the softest hum starts. Your fingers tighten around your mug, but you keep your face composed. Impressive.

“Comfortable?” I ask again, tilting my head.

“Very,” you manage, though your voice is a touch too tight. You’re trying so hard to play it cool, to pretend you’re in control. Adorable.

I up the intensity, just a notch. Your lips part, a silent gasp, and you shift in your seat, crossing your arms like that’ll hide what’s happening. The café hums along, oblivious—people typing on laptops, baristas calling orders. No one knows you’re unraveling right here, and that’s what makes this so delicious.

“Here’s the deal,” I say, leaning forward, my eyes locked on yours. “You’re going to cum for me. Right here, right now. Quietly. And if you don’t…” I let the pause hang, heavy with promise. “I’ll drag this out all day. Every stop we make. Every errand. Slow and relentless until you’re begging.”

Your cheeks flush, and you shoot me a glare that’s equal parts fire and desperation. “You wouldn’t.”

I raise an eyebrow and crank the toy to a pulsing rhythm. You bite your lip, hard, your thighs pressing together instinctively. “Oh, I would. And you know it. Now stop stalling. Get to work.”

You hesitate, glancing around, but the table hides your lower half. Slowly, your hand slips beneath the table, and I can tell by the way your shoulder moves you’re touching yourself, discreetly, over the fabric of your skirt. You’re wet already, aren’t you? The toy’s doing its job, and so is my voice.

“Faster,” I murmur, taking a sip of my coffee like we’re discussing the weather. “You don’t want to draw attention, do you?”

Your eyes narrow, but your hand obeys, moving in subtle circles. Your breathing’s uneven now, shallow little puffs you’re trying to disguise. The toy pulses inside you, and I keep the remote steady, letting it tease you toward the edge. You’re fighting it, trying to stay composed, but I see the cracks—your knuckles whitening, your other hand gripping the edge of the table.

“Good girl,” I say softly. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You nod, barely, your eyes pleading for mercy. But mercy’s not the game today. You wanted to push me, and now I’m pushing back.
“Cum for me,” I order, my voice a quiet command. “Make it quick, pet, or I’ll make it slow.”

That does it. Your body tenses, your eyes fluttering shut for just a second as you tip over the edge. You’re silent, thank god, but I see every telltale sign—the way your shoulders shudder, the way your hand freezes under the table. You ride it out, and when your eyes open, they’re hazy, vulnerable. Perfect.

I turn off the toy, letting you catch your breath. You slump back in your chair, glaring at me like you could set me on fire. “You’re evil,” you whisper.

I chuckle, leaning forward to brush my thumb over your wrist. “And you love it. Finish your coffee. We’ve got a long day ahead.”

You groan, but there’s a spark in your eye. You’re already wondering what’s next. So am I.