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He smiled at her broadly, his eyes so full of mischief and thirst for adventure. He looked around at the other tables, at the rest of the restaurant, and at their waiter before he answered. His voice was barely above a whisper, "It's simple really. All you have to do is take my hand, like you are now." He rubbed his leg against hers encouragingly. What he was about to suggest might be simple, but it wasn't easy. "Then look me in the eyes. And ask me for it. Ask me to put it on the highest setting, and ride it out." He took a deep breath and added, encouraging now, not playful, "I'll be right here. If you look me in the eyes, I know you can make me be the only one who knows."
 
His ultimatum was a little shocking to her. He wanted her to sit there and hold his hand, stare him in the eye, and orgasm without anyone else knowing but him? She swallowed nervously and looked away for a moment, trying to find a tiny bit of solace where she could think. But there was no place for her to think, the vibrator was buzzing away at her currently anyway. Her face was already flushed, maybe it just looked like she was hot. He was rubbing her with his leg, much like she'd done to him earlier. How could she possibly say no? Even though she didn't want this, she didn't want to do this, how could she say no? What was her alternative?

She sighed gently and squirmed a little in the seat, positioning herself in what she thought would be the best way to do this. She squeezed his hand and looked up into his eyes, whispering, "Nick, can you please put the vibrator on its highest setting for me?" her voice was shaky and unsure, but she was doing it. She was playing his game, she was going to do what he wanted. Cum in the middle of a restaurant wearing a five-hundred dollar dress and a five-dollar vibrator.
 
He swallowed hard. This was what he had asked for from her, why did her saying yes seem so unbelievable? He squirmed in his seat, suddenly very aware of how turned on he was... and the fact that his release wasn't coming in the next few moments. He slipped his hand in his pocket, making no attempt to hide the motion, letting her anticipate it. He held her eyes with his and squeezed her hand a little. He tensed his leg against hers, letting her know that the moment was coming, then pressed the button for the highest setting. He quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket and pulled it out onto the table, taking her free hand so that he could hold both her hands for this. He smiled at her and nodded. He was still here, and he was going to keep a calm look on his face, no matter how much this was about to affect him.
 
She jumped again when he turned the vibrator up to its highest setting. Every muscle was tight, every ounce of her was focussed on hiding this. This was the ultimate test of trust between them. She was doing this for him, and he was helping her hide it. Her teeth ground together and she squeezed his hands tightly, the buzzing the only thing she could think about. To make it worse, her legs were tight together and she felt the vibration in her thighs. She could almost hear the buzzing in her ears, as if the whole world could hear it. She swallowed anxiously, burying the moans of pleasure that wanted to spill out of her. She kept her eyes straight on his, her eyes changing as her pleasure rose and rose and rose. Her instinct was to grind, was to buck, was to leap onto Nick and make him fill her with his delicious cock, but she did none of that. She sat perfectly still. It didn't take long for her to orgasm, maybe twenty seconds. But those twenty seconds seemed like a lifetime to her. Her eyes widened when it happened, her nails digging into his hands. Then she heaved a great sigh of relief, her body almost crumpling at the table. She'd done it, completely silently, and hopefully, he'd been the only one to know besides her.
 
He did his best not to squirm as he watched her. The looks that passed over her face were subtle, but definitely there. He could tell what her body was doing, what she was feeling. It made him want to take her right there. It made him want to dive under the table and replace the toy with his lips. For crying out loud it made him want to at least drop one of her hand so he could rub himself, but he did none of these. He controlled her breathing, and when her eyes went wide and he saw her release, he managed to contain the moan he wanted to let out. He let go of her hand to turn off the toy. He pulled the remote out and held it out to her. "Yours, Elsy," he said quietly, his voice thick with lust, but something else... admiration. He was proud of her. "I can't even thank you enough, hon. That was... unbelievable... I'm so... well it sounds odd, but I'm proud of you, sweetie." He smiled at her and squirmed in his seat, adding with a chuckle, "Now I'm the one who has to spend the rest of the evening squirming."
 
He was proud of her. She didn't know why, but that meant the world to her. She had done that for him and only him, and he was proud of her. She breathed a smaller sigh of relief when he turned off the vibrator, her spent pussy finally getting a rest. She took the remote when he handed it to her and quickly put it in her purse. Then she took another sip of her wine, glad to have that little relaxer. She took up his hand again and rubbed both of his softly. "I love you, Nick. I love you more than the whole world," and she was absolutely sincere about it. She did love him that much, she would have never done that for anyone except him.
 
He closed his eyes and let that wash over him. He felt like he was flying. "Elsa, the only reason I can believe you is that I know exactly how you feel," he opened his eyes and smiled at her, "I love you more than anything, sweetheart." He paused. What he wanted to say next was absolutely true, but it also sounded crazy to him after knowing her for such a short time. But no, it wasn't crazy. He'd been looking for a long time, and he knew when he'd found someone that was truly different. He knew that he'd found someone he could love for as long as she lived, and as long as he lived. He said it, "I would die for you Elsa. I would die just to see you happy, love."
 
In that instant, anything that he'd ever done that she hadn't liked didn't matter. She loved him, and love wasn't perfect. She wasn't going to like everything he did and she was surely going to irritate him at some points, but that wasn't what was important. The importance lies in that they can accept what they don't like about one another and live with it, to get passed it and even embrace it sometimes. They would make sacrifices for each other because of their love. She sighed contentedly and squeezed his hand one final time, "I'll stay with you forever."
 
His heart melted and as it did, it spread the warmth from her smile throughout him. He couldn't think of anything to say, but he smiled when he realized that he didn't need to say anything. The moment was filled with understanding that ran beyond just the powerful words they had spoken to each other, and the silence was full of contentment and fulfillment rather than awkwardness. Of course, then he remembered he was rather hungry. He snickered a little, gave her a wink and let go of her hand so that both of them could eat. The dinner passed with little contented sighs over the delicious food, exchanged looks of affection, and lots of squirming on Nick's part as he was still aching a little (though her affection made it more than bearable).

When they got in the car and his arousal was visibly evident (his erection coming and going as he would calm down and then catch sight of the dress flattering her form and be hard as a rock again, over and over) before the car's interior lights faded, she had tried to initiate some contact just to do something for him. He had stuck his tongue out at her and playfully swatted her hands away saying he wasn't close to done enjoying the frustration yet. The symphony was a lovely aural experience, and evidently Nick really loved classical music, though he said that most of it didn't affect him the way Beethoven did. He held her hand through the concerto and eventually his eyes closed. For a few moments, she thought he was bored and falling asleep, but then she saw the look on his face. Every emotion of the music was written there. When there were powerful movements, she could she his breathing grow heavy and feel his pulse quicken, and when the notes were melancholy, he looked as if he were going to cry. It occurred to him more than once that Elsa was one of the few women he'd brought to the symphony or opera that hadn't ruined the mood with questions or concerns or even elbow jabs when he gave himself over to the music. When the music faded and the house lights came back up, he rose to join a standing ovation, despite the fact they were in a private box and there was no one around them.

Half an hour later, they were speeding along in the DBS and talking lightly. His voice sounded so pleased and happy, warm even. And his body felt like every desire that it had had been satisfied and filled... save one, and although he was feeling quite good, his body wasn't letting him forget that either. He looked at her with a smile, and his body reacted. He was quite hard again, for perhaps the 18th time this evening, and he could feel the stickiness of quite a lot of precum that was built up from the evening on the cloth that constrained his member. He chuckled and thought to himself that it was a good thing the tuxedo pants were black... and not rented.
 
Elsa too, had completely adored the evening. The food had been magnificent and her craving for a steak was more than satisfied. When they arrived at the symphony she was a little wary that maybe he wouldn't enjoy it, that he was going just because he thought she would like it. but, after all, it had been his idea. She glanced over him during the concerto and saw the look of completely enrapture on his face. That made her supremely happy. He enjoyed music, perhaps even more than she did. So they did have things in common other than...well, passion. They had passion elsewhere too, they had passion for music. She wondered if he would enjoy theatre as much as she did. She made a mental note to bring him to a play one of these days.

When they left she lounged in the seat next to him, heaving a great sigh of contentment. "This night was amazing, Nick. I wouldn't have wanted to do it with anyone else. It wouldn't have been as amazing with anyone else," she turned her head and grinned at him. She saw the bulge in his pants again, but chose not to do anything as he'd swatted her hands away before.
 
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "It was rather amazing, wasn't it? The food, the music... the show you performed," he said teasingly, chuckling. He wasn't driving aggressively now, just cruising and passing only the cars that were driving under the limit. He reached his hand over to the back of her head and started to massage her scalp while he drove, enjoying the feeling of her hair between his fingers, put up in such a delicate array.
 
She laughed softly and blushed when he mentioned her little show. She'd actually almost forgotten about that until he brought it up again. When he began to massage the back of her head she leaned back into him, almost backwards nuzzling him. They were silent for a few moments, but then she glanced over at him. "So, you're gonna stay over right? My bed isn't nearly as huge or luxurious as yours, but I think it's still pretty good," she giggled lightly and reached her hand over to rub his thigh gently.
 
It was then that he realized how foolish it had been to get himself all turned on when his plan was to make her stick to her suggestion just to prove a point. Her hand on his thigh was making it difficult to think about anything but helping her out of her gorgeous gown. He slowly moved his hand from the back of her head, grabbed hers by the wrist, and picked it up, setting it on her own thigh. Then he went back to rubbing the back of her neck and head. "Weren't you the one, not I, who suggested we needed to sleep apart tonight?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "I rather think you ought to be careful what you wish for," the arrogant playful tone nipping into his words. He had to remove his hand from her neck to make the exit near her neighborhood. The one down side to driving a manual car was that most of the driving required both hands.
 
She frowned at him when he removed her hand from his thigh and placed it on her own. She narrowed her eyes at him, "Are you actually refusing me? You don't want to have sex with me?" her voice was full of disbelief, exactly the same way Jennifer's had been when she had asked him the exact same thing not too long ago. She turned away from him and scowled, peeved by what he was saying. Was he just teasing her, or was he being serious? He really didn't want to be with her tonight? That part was hard to believe...but he'd said it, and he'd said it arrogantly. He usually wasn't one to use arrogance when he was being very confident.
 
She acted rather miffed, and he didn't miss the similarity to an earlier scene the day before. It annoyed him, but it also made him feel a little bit like a heel. "Desire on my part really has nothing to do with it, Elsa," he said with the same arrogant tone, but there was a twinge of something a bit more vulnerable in it, despite how cold and accusing he was trying to make it sound. "Like I said, it wasn't my idea." He pulled up the driveway to her house and didn't say another word before stepping out of his door and walking around to open hers.
 
"Fine," she snapped at him and got out of the car, walking hurriedly to her door. She fumbled around in her purse and found the small vibrator egg before she found her house key. She turned around and threw it at him in irritation, turning back around and stomping the rest of the way to her door. She unlocked it and waltzed in, not bothering to invite him in again or even offer him a kiss good night. When she got in the door she tossed her purse onto the couch and bent over to get her shoes off. She flung them away from her, landing haphazardly next to the couch. She huffed and stood there with her arms crossed, at a loss for what to do. She didn't want him to leave, but she didn't want to beg him.
 
Nick let out an exasperated sigh as she stomped up the walk to her house. This wasn't how he had intended this to go. She felt rejected, which isn't exactly what he had intended. He walked slowly towards the house, opening the front door and finding her in the living room. He looked at her, standing there in the familiar pose, her arms over her chest. He softened his face. He knew what he wanted to do, he just wasn't sure if he could follow through on it. He was so turned on, and he was feeling bad about rejecting the woman he loved. Still, it really hadn't been his idea for them to sleep apart.

He walked over to her and folded his arms around her. He inclined his face to hers, his lips inches from hers, and looked into her eyes. He let himself melt into her and softly pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her gently, lovingly, but pressed his body up against hers, wanting to make sure she felt his arousal. He held her to him tightly, and slowly opened his lips invitingly. He kissed her deep and long, letting his body react to hers, trying to erase the feeling of rejection he'd given her earlier. Very slowly, having to use every ounce of self-control he had, he broke the kiss and pulled his body away from hers, leaving his hand on her cheek. "Thank you for an incredible evening Elsa," he said so softly she could barely hear him, "Sleep well, my love." He smiled warmly and affectionately at her and turned to go, closing the door as gently as he could behind him.
 
When she first heard him come in she wanted to scream at him to get out. She didn't, though, knowing that she didn't actually want him to get out. She wanted him to stay. Then he wrapped her arms around her and kissed her, she thought she'd won. She thought he was going to stay with her. She could feel his erection and pressed against it gently, encouragingly, letting him know that she wanted him too. She welcomed his kiss and returned it, her heart rate slowly returning to normal from its angered pace. But then he pulled away from her. She frowned as he told her to sleep well and watched him in silence as he left, closing the door behind him.

She stood there for a few seconds, not knowing what to do. He'd just left her. He wasn't going to stay with her. Was she going to accept that? No. No she wasn't. She ran towards her door and flung it open, flying out the front door where she saw him going around his car to the driver's seat. She ran after him, getting in front of him and putting her hands out to stop him. "Come on, Nick. Stay with me." she ran her hands up his chest and pecked him playfully, "Come onnn, I want to play. Mess around with me."
 
Nick had made it halfway around the DBS when the blur of blue went past him and blocked the driver's side door. He raised his eyebrow at her curiously. Then she put her hands on his chest and started to really flirt with him. He could feel his resolve waiver precariously. She wasn't even touching him suggestively... but her hands felt soooo right on his chest. "What are you doing, Elsy?" he groaned out gently, trying desperately to hold back, "I thought you had good reasons for us to be apart tonight." He let her stop him, though; he didn't try to push past her. He looked at her in the lovely dress. That was definitely a mistake. She was so gorgeous, and he was still so on edge.
 
"I did have a good reason. But I have a better reason for why you should stay. I want you, and I know you want me too." she pouted at him a little bit and pressed her body against his lightly, "Come on. After what I did for you today, you won't stay with me when I beg?" she reached up and ran her hand through his hair gently, doing everything she could to make him stay with her. It wasn't just that she wanted him, it was that she needed a win. He always won, and she needed some to. It was like with a cat, if you never let it win, eventually it will stop playing with you.
 
This was hardly even a contest. She had won this one when she chose to come out the door after him. He wasn't beating his sexual frustration, his desire just to be around her, and her toying invitations. He leaned into her body when she pushed it gently against him, pressing harder back against her. But when she ran her fingers through his hair and touched the back of her neck, then he just lost it. He leaned down and kissed her hungrily, letting the pent up desire out against her lips. Before he even knew what he was doing, he was pushing her back onto the hood of the car, crawling on top of her, ready to take her right there on top of his Aston Martin in her driveway. He broke the kiss only to start kidding down her neck, hungrily lapping at her cleavage, fulfilling desires he'd had all evening as he stared at her. He was wild and unconstrained like he had been the day before in the limo. His breath fell hot and fast from his nostrils onto her chest. His fingers ran up to the straps of her gown without even thinking about where they were.
 
She grew excited when she felt him let go of his control and lean down and kiss her. She kissed him back just as hungrily, moving to go inside. But in the next instant she was up ontop of the hood of the car, his body pressed between her legs and on the gown. She wriggled and pushed against him in protest, quickly moving to rescue her straps. "Nick! Nick!" she said between kisses, turning her face away so that he couldn't kiss her anymore. "Let's go inside, babe. We're on your freaking car." she pushed on him as hard as she could, eventually getting him to slide away from her. She sat up and reached for his hand, ready to lead him inside and rip off all of her clothes (well...not exactly rip. the dress was expensive) and do him eagerly, but she wasn't going to do it outside.
 
He was initially undeterred, unable to really hear her. But when she pushed him hard enough to get some space between them he looked up at her and processed words. His eyes were absolutely wild with lust. He looked like he was crouching there beside the car, a predator about to pounce on prey. He looked at the hand she offered, a little bewildered. There was no way he could handle walking inside like he was. He looked her in the eye and said, "Just run, damn it!" He managed to hold still by the side of the car as she got off the hood and started towards the house, but he was completely serious when he had told her to run. Instinct took over and he was chasing her by the time she was halfway there.
 
Oh no. The look in his eyes scared her a little bit. She knew he'd been aroused all night and that the pent up sexual tension would result in some pretty wild sex, but she'd never seen that look in his eyes before. Oh. Wait. Yes she had. That day, that day he'd....shit. She slid off the car and went tearing towards the house, running as fast as she could. The dress impeded her though, a lot, and she barely got to the door before he was on her heels. She flung open the door and raced inside, turning around to see him right there, galloping after her as if she was a gazelle and he a cheetah. She ran up the stairs, trying to make it to her room before he caught her.
 
He caught her on the third stair, knocking her down before he could think about really cushioning her fall. The next moment he had his arms under hers and was half carrying, half dragging her up the stairs to her room. He pulled her up to her feet in the middle of the room, using one arm around her waist from behind to keep her erect as he flicked the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. He peeled the fabric down her body, using the open back of the dress to wriggle the tight dress over her hips. He was lucky that he got it on the first try... he surely would have ripped the garment if it hadn't worked. He didn't even think before he acted when he had the dress around her ankles. He put both of his hands in the middle of her back and shoved her towards the bed, sending her tumbling, in nothing but her lingerie and the jewels. Then he started to tear at his own clothing, tossing his dinner jacket aside and ripping his tuxedo shirt off without pulling off his tie. He looked like a deranged Chippendale dancer, his white suspenders hanging onto his pants and dangling as he stood shirtless in his bowtie, cummerbund, and pants while his eyes ran over her lingerie clad form.
 
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