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She nodded a little, "Yeah...like you. He had a business, a brewery actually. But my older brother runs that now. The best beer in Boston is our beer. My father acts as an advisor to the Boston version of Wall Street now. He puts most of the money away for us, but I'd never touch it. It'd almost be a sin to touch the money, even though I could." she bit her lip to control herself as she had to pause for a few seconds. Then she hastily began, "She was district attorney for fifteen years. She does pro bono now though, mostly for children who are terminally ill or their parents."

When he turned up the vibrator she thought she'd died and went to heaven. Her hips bucked forward and her back arched, her hand clinging to the door handle for dear life. "Oh, sh-sh-sh-!" she stammered, the word not quite coming out of her mouth. Her inner muscles squeezed tight and she shuddered, her first orgasm of the night exploding from within her. She breathed heavily and tried to settle down, but she couldn't really, as the vibrator was still assaulting her. "God damn, Nick!" she yelled at him, her face flushed with embarrassment.
 
Nick's eyes went wide and he laughed out loud. "Oh that's priceless... I've toured the Reynolds' brewery with a bunch of potential investors, back before y'all decided you absolutely wanted to keep it in the family! I didn't meet any of the family members, but still," he chuckled. Then she started erupting in the seat next to him and he shut up, watching her for as long as he dared let his eyes drift way. He grinned at her as she shouted somewhat angrily at him. "Hey now, if you're gonna complain at me for making you feel good... I could always just turn it off every time I think you're getting close," he teased her. He wasn't sure if she noticed, but they had reached the restaurant.

He pulled up towards the valet counter and looked at her; she was in no condition to walk while the vibrator was still on. He knew this was going to make her fume, but he couldn't help himself. He left it on and said to her, "Elsa, I think the valet wants to open your door." Sure enough, there was a teenage guy in a bowtie walking right towards her door. It was only going to be a second, maybe two if she was lucky, before he reached the outside door handle on her side.
 
She'd been in the Reynolds' brewery probably a thousand times in her life. It was one of the few places she really felt at home. She was still writhing in her seat when the teenager walked up to the door to valet the car. She turned her head and shot a nasty glare at Nick, "You're going to pay for this," she seethed at him, feeling the door open beside her. She quickly turned her head back to the teenager and smiled at him, taking his hand when he offered it to her. She slid her legs out and began to stand up, but that just caused the vibrator to press harder against her. She whimpered softly and clutched the teenager's hand tighter.

His face grew concerned, "Are you okay ma'am?" he asked. "Oh yes, I'm fine, thank you." she smiled at him and let him pull her up, standing shakily. She bit her lip hard to keep herself from falling over and spreading her legs to alleviate the extra vibration that was on her now. As soon as Nick came around the car she hit him in the stomach, "Turn it off!"
 
He was grinning like an idiot when she hit him in the stomach. He made a show of acting like the blow had hurt, giggling in her ear, but she saw his hand go into his pocket and, a moment later, felt the buzzing die away. She really couldn't walk with it bothering her like that, he was sure. He cleared his throat, still grinning like a cat that had swallowed a canary. He held the door open for her as she walked into Mark's. The restaurant was built into a converted church and had high, Gothic arched ceilings and exposed wood beams. The lighting was dim to provide an evening atmosphere. It had a beautiful refinished interior which contrasted with the cracked asphalt of the parking lot outside, but the real reason Nick had chosen it over Cafe Annie's or any of Houston's many other restaurants was the food. Chef Mark knew how to cook with a delicate yet spicy Southwestern style and imported some of the finest ingredients from all over the world to make his dishes (of course this usually meant that the menu was almost never the same as the last time you visited, but you could deal with that because it also meant everything was quite fresh).

Nick put his hand on the small of Elsa's back, noticing that she bristled a little, probably still rather angry at him, as he led her towards the hostess, who recognized him immediately. "Hi Mr. Anders, we have your table waiting for you," she said and motioned for both of them to follow her. She led them to a table off of the main floor. It wasn't exactly private, there were several other groups seated near them, but it was obviously not where they sat most patrons. "Your server will be with you shortly. I just love your dress, Miss," the hostess said before she walked away.
 
She wanted to stomp away from him when he placed his hand on her back, but she didn't. She walked in with him and followed the hostess to their table. When the hostess complimented her she blushed softly and smiled, "Thanks!" she chirped, full of friendless for the nice young girl. As soon as she was gone the pleasantry dropped from her face and she sat in her chair opposite Nick. She glared at him again, "I would really appreciate it if you didn't do that anymore. I'm sure you're not going to listen to me, but I don't really want our server staring at me while I try to hide an orgasm from him and the rest of the room."

(Short, sorry)
 
He sat down across from her and listened to her deliver her little lecture. His smirk just grew broader as she spoke. "You're absolutely right... I'm not going to listen. I make absolutely no promises, babe," his velvet voice almost purring the words at her, deep confidence lined his face and sparkled in his blue eyes. "I love you, Elsy," he continued to purr at her, "and I know, know that part of you thinks this is fun."

He picked up the menu, handing the wine list across the table to her. He wasn't drinking tonight. He slowly extended his leg under the table until he found her calf, softly rubbing the leg of his slacks against her. Their waiter didn't take long to come over. He was very young. He couldn't have been more than a few weeks over 21, if that. He did a double take when he saw Elsa, unable to hide it very well as he looked over her. He was even distracted by her as he asked them what they would like to drink; Nick ordered Ducale sparkling water. Ordinarily this nonsense would have annoyed Nick, but it suited his purposes far too well. When he walked away to let them think about their order, Nick looked her in the eye and gave her a knowing grin as if to say 'did you see the way he was looking at you?'
 
Elsa rolled her eyes at Nick when he began to play her with his voice. Always playing her, this man was. Unfortunately for her, she absolutely adored him and loved it when he messed with her. She really didn't want him to embarrass her in front of anyone though -- that would actually anger her, that would be pushing it too far. She opened her mouth to say something back to him when the young waiter approached. She gave him a friendly smile and asked for a glass of Chardonnay (though a tiny piece of her wanted to ask if they had Reynold's on tap, just to be a jerk).

She rolled her eyes at him again when he asked her about the waiter. "Yes, I saw. And since he's obviously too interested, there's no reason to push the envelope any further," she decided that since he didn't play fair, she wouldn't either. She dropped her hand on top of his and squeezed it gently, slipping her foot out of her shoe and massaging his leg as he did to her. "Come on, babe. You know I love you too, and you know I love playing with you...but please don't push it?"
 
Now that's just wrong, he thought, and narrowed his eyes at her. Sweetness wasn't her usual forte, especially not sweet pleading. She was playing right back at him, and he really really had to fight it, because he certainly didn't want her to know how effective this new tactic was on him. If she knew how easily she could melt his heart that way, she'd talk herself out of any game he ever tried to play. Of course, it certainly didn't help his cause that she was also playing footsy with him under the table in an incredibly enticing way.

He broke off looking in her eyes without answering, staring at the menu. He cleared his throat and put his hand in his pocket, he pressed the button for the highest intensity level without looking up, but shut it back off after only half a second. He didn't look up; he had to be sure that he'd shaken that look out of her eyes and that tone out of her voice before he looked back up. "I highly recommend their Apple salad to start with, babe. The dressing is a house specialty," he said into his menu.
 
She could see that she was breaking through. She could tell. She rubbed her foot up inside of his pant leg as far as she could get it, sliding it back down slowly and enticingly. She wanted desperately to win this, hard as it was going to be for her to do it. She should've just pretended to put the damn thing on, but he probably would've figured out when she wasn't wearing it. She jumped nearly sky high when it turned it on high quickly, her face flushing deeply. But then he turned it off. The look was completely gone from her eyes, but then she kicked him from under the table and withdrew her hand and foot so that he couldn't touch her anymore.

She picked up her own menu and hid her face in it so that he couldn't do anything to try to trick her either. She thought maybe she should be icy for the whole rest of dinner just for that little thing. He'd probably just turn it on again though and make her moan in front of the entire room. She humphed softly, "Maybe I don't like apples," she said a little childishly, pouting even though he couldn't see it.
 
He felt her kick him, and it made him far more comfortable. After she answered, pouting about his suggestion, he waited for a second, then said very slowly with comedy in his tone, "Ow." He was grinning again behind his menu. Still, she was obviously pretty angry. He dropped his menu and sighed, trying to make his smile look comforting, if not reassuring. "Elsa, trust me," he said gently, "it's not like I want to make you walk out on me." His smile broke back into a smirking grin, "I'm aiming for just underneath that."

(short I know)
 
She lowered her menu and full on glared at him. Just underneath her walking out? "You're already not sleeping with me tonight," she said defiantly. She knew just as well as he did that if he got her in the car, or got to her house and started putting the moves on her, the likelihood of her giving in and loving every second of it was very high. "Don't make it multiple nights." she turned her head and looked for the waiter. She was hungry, she'd purposely not eaten when she got home so that she'd have a good appetite. She was ready to order her salad, and for some reason, was craving steak.
 
He chuckled in response, "Threats threats threats." He watched as the waiter started to walk back towards their table, knowing that if he looked at her while he made his next statement, it would ruin the bluff. "Have you ever considered that if you make it a challenge like that, I might be able to outlast you? Or haven't you grown accustomed to having me hold you?" He timed it perfectly, she had no chance to answer. The waiter walked up and asked them if they were ready to order. She instantly felt the low, teasing buzz of the lowest setting. Nick spoke up first to keep the young man a bit distracted. "What would you recommend for a first course? And do you have any fresh Wagyu style steak?" he asked, locking eyes with the man both to keep him from looking too close at Elsa, and also so that Nick himself didn't have to meet Elsa's gaze.
 
The waiter arrived at the exact moment that she opened her mouth to answer Nick. The the next moment the vibrator was on, buzzing gently against her still swollen clit from the first orgasm. She squirmed a little but turned her head down to make it look as if she was studying the menu. She listened to Nick bullshit the waiter for a few moments while she suffered, knowing he was doing it purposely. She managed to raise her head and give the waiter a small smile when he asked for her order. "I'll have the..." she had to pause for the buzzing, and she realized she hadn't really looked at anything on the menu. The only thing she knew was the, "Apple Salad, please."
 
"Excellent choice, ma'am," the waiter said in a drawl much thicker than Nick's, "That would have been my recommendation." Nick snickered at that comment, the waiter agreeing with him was quite funny, but recovered. The waiter continued, "And yes, we've got pretty much any cut you like from a local Texas Wagyu rancher. It's not technically Kobe, but you can't tell the difference much."

Nick spoke first, "Excellent, that means it will be fresh. I'll have an Apple Salad as well and your filet mignon, medium." He turned to look at Elsa, checking to make sure she could speak before he put her on the spot again, prepared to turn off the toy if she looked too on edge. He decided she was alright.... enough. "Elsa hon, if you like steak, this is the place in Texas to get it. They absolutely know what they're doing. What do you think?" The waiter was staring at her and his eyes kept darting down her neckline, but he kept jumping them back up to her face.
 
She heard Nick's obnoxious snicker when the waiter recommended the exact dish that Nick wanted her to have. She nodded slowly, "Yes. I'd love filet mignon as well. Medium-well, though, if that's okay." she knew that in the south people didn't like to cook their meat much passed medium, but she couldn't stand it that raw. In the north, it was always well, but never burnt. She'd learned to deal with medium-well though, and most of the places she went cooked their food good enough that it didn't matter that it was the slightest bit too rare for her tastes.

She smiled at the waiter again but then focussed her eyes on Nick. Once the waiter'd left she extended her hand again and squeezed Nick gently. "So you know about my family now. Tell me about yours," she'd seemed to have recovered her ability to speak through the low buzzing.
 
To say that he was surprised by that turn of events was an understatement. He sighed a little and retreated his hand from under hers, almost like he was retreating from the question. He looked off in another direction. He should get used to being surprised by her, he reasoned, because she was always doing it. "Not much to tell, actually," he answered her without looking her in the eye, "my mother died... when I was born. I never knew her. My father was a Texas oil man, he died a year and a half ago this August... I sold my shares back to Anders Bros. Oil, Inc. My company was always my project." He was speaking every word coldly, as if they didn't matter in the slightest to him, but his voice didn't have the velvety purr, or the confident teasing tone, or the generous host tone, or even the angry demanding tone she recognized. This was more shut down, almost evasive.
 
His reaction shocked her. He seemed to completely shut down, pulling his hand away, tensing his face and muscles, looking away. She leaned forward and furrowed her brows, realizing that her question probably hurt him. When she heard his answer her face dropped and she severely regretted asking him, though she supposed that she would have to find out eventually. She extended her hand again and caught his, pulling it back to her. "Babe..." she said softly, rubbing his fingers with her thumb lightly, "I love you. A lot," she had a thought then, and realized that something else she said might have hurt him. Without trying, he'd killed all of her resolve again.

"So, I'm thinking," she said cheerily, able to almost completely ignore the soft buzzing against her clit now, "That maybe...you should sleep at my house tonight. I think that'd been fun, don't you?"
 
He looked down at her hand on his, feeling just the slightest bit warmer. He reached in his pocket and pressed down on the off switch hard. He simply shrugged when she mentioned him sleeping at her house tonight, but he didn't pull his hand away from her. He looked at the table as the waiter came by with her wine and his sparkling water. The young man, seeming to sense the mood, walked off pretty quickly. Nick looked up and saw the concern on her face and took a deep breath. She was worried about him, and he didn't want her worried. When he finally broke the silence, his voice was a little more normal, "I'm sorry, the question just sort of caught me off guard." He looked her in the eye, ignoring the sleeping arrangements for a moment. He didn't want her to tap-dance on eggshells around him, so he changed the subject back. "What would you like to know, Elsy?" he said, a little tense, but when he said her name at the end it was soft.
 
She was glad when he seemed to loosen and warm up a little bit. She squeezed his hand again one last time when the wine came, picking up her glass and taking a sip of it. It felt warm in her mouth, it was nice. She set her glass down carefully and looked up at him, smiling gently. "Do you have any siblings? You said Anders Bros...is that your father and brothers?" she resumed playing footsy with him, rubbing her foot up and down his calf gently, softly. It seemed that when she could tell he was feeling pain or hurt, her instinct kicked in and she immediately began protecting him. She would coddle him, she would love on him, she would fight anything that made him sad. Her Nick wasn't sad.
 
He chuckled a little bitterly. "No, I was the first born... and the last. The Bros. comes from Charlie's brother, Uncle Billy. Ah, sorry to confuse, Charlie was my father. I just never called him dad. I think you probably would have liked him; everyone else did," Nick paused, something in his voice sounded strange when he said that everyone 'else' seemed to like his dad. He continued after a pause, "And he definitely would have liked you, even if I did get to you before he did." Nick laughed again, a mixture of genuine entertainment and a twinge of pain. "Of course, he'd have made you call him 'Bubba'. Everyone called him Bubba. He drank himself into sclerosis entertaining clients, senators and... himself. I haven't seen Uncle Billy or... answered his phone calls... since the funeral." He was trying hard not to make the whole thing sound immeasurably sad, but it kept coming out hard and cold on him.
 
She could hear the pain in his voice, and didn't want to push him any further. She squeezed his hand again and then let go of it. She didn't know what to say to him now, though. She kept rubbing her foot up and down his calf, digging her toes into him gently. "You've rendered me speechless, babe. Without even trying," she giggled and smiled at him broadly, hoping that his cheeriness would bring him out of his funk. She didn't like it when he was like this. She'd much rather he be mean and controlling than sad and wistful like this. "I think that wins you some points."
 
He looked up at her, a little annoyed at her sudden cheeriness. He realized, with even more irritation, that he actually wanted to talk about this. When he looked at her face though, he came back to himself. She was uncomfortable, full of concern. He remembered where they were and what was going on. This wasn't the time, wasn't the place, and he wasn't in the right mood. He looked at her dress again, focusing on it. It all clicked back then. Beautiful girl, rubbing his leg, lovely outfit, and wearing a toy for him in a very nice restaurant. Hello? You're blowin it champ, he thought to himself. He heard what she said, and let her tease him out of the mood. His smile curled around his lips. He answered back toying again, pulling the armor back on, "Well, why don't I use those points then? I don't like to have resources I'm not tapping," he said cooly, winking at her. She felt the buzzing come back, but it wasn't low. It wasn't over the top, but it was definitely insistent.
 
This time she was at least a little willing to play the game. She had expected him to turn the vibrator back on, but she still jumped a little when he did. She felt it buzzing insistently against her swollen clit, and for a moment, she was forced to close her eyes. She focussed on the pleasure for a second, allowing herself to slip away -- but then she snapped back to reality. She squirmed a little but smiled at him again, "Y-y-you know babe," she stammered, "If you keep this up...there's n-n-not going to be much left f-for you at home," she sucked in a sharp breath, having to concentrate very hard to swallow her arousal.
 
He smiled, himself once again. "I'll take my chances," he said, just as the waiter came with their salads. He set them down in front of each of them, checked on their glasses, and when he couldn't come up with another reason to hang around and look at the lovely lady in the blue dress, he left. Nick started to take a bite of his salad watching her trying to eat. He looked around at the other patrons. He looked at Elsa, feeling the familiar excitement building in his own body. He had trouble swallowing his bite. He looked for the waiter, who was far away. Then, he leaned in, across the table. "Alright Elsa, I can't take it anymore myself... do you want to end the game?" his grin broadened, "If you do, I'll tell you how you can." He squeezed her hand lightly, so turned on that he was having trouble concentrating on not blurting out what he wanted.
 
She was surprised when Nick offered to end the game. She held onto his hand with her left hand and tried to eat with her right. She'd only gotten through a few bites of the salad, as she had to eat slowly to avoid dropping the fork or knocking the bowl with her squirming (that'd grown obviously worse). She chewed her bite and swallowed it, nodding her head. "Yes, I want to end the game. Tell me how." she prayed that it wasn't something too bad, that it was something that she could handle. He'd been right, part of her did like playing the game, but part of her was extremely afraid that he was going totry to make her do something bad.
 
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