Worth the Risk (a Matthew Gray Gubler fanfic)

Chapter Twenty Five

"Where are we going?" I ask Matthew.

He smirks and places his hand on my thigh.
"A very, very public place."

This can't be good... I am not sure that I can hold it together. He makes my body do things and I can't help it.

At the red light, I notice that he reaches his hand in his pocket. I feel a slight hum where the toy is sitting in my panties. Suddenly the humming turns into an intense vibration. My head falls back against the headrest. A loud moan comes out of my mouth.

Then... it stops. Matthew smirks when I give him an evil look. "WHAT THE FUCK?! Why now?!"

His smirk drops, eyes stare deep into my soul. "Strike one."

"Strike one?! What the hell happens at strike three?!" I ask.

Matthew's eyes are still on me as the light turns green, "Strike three... you're out. As in, you don't get to have an orgasm tonight. You might want to be careful how you act. You're approaching strike two, little girl."

My eyes widen. They tend to do that a lot these days. Matthew continues, "Also, for each strike, that is one spank. So if you were to get up to five strikes, that is five spanks and no orgasm as well. Choose your battles, sweetheart."

One spanking... I might need to push my luck and get two. Honestly, I have been wanting to try this spanking thing. Who better to try it with than a man who has experience with it. Or at least I'm sure he does... he seems to.

We pull up to this restaurant that sits on the bay and it over looks the water. I have been wanting to try it. I haven't been before because it is kinda expensive, but hey, if Matthew wants to bring me then I will go. Of course, I would pay if he asked. I just never wanted to go alone.

Matthew walks around to my side of the car and opens the door for me, like a true gentleman should. He places his hand on the small of my back and leads me to the front door.

At the front desk, he tells the hostess the name for the reservation. She leads us to the table. He pulls the chair out for me, I sit down and thank him. He sits in the chair across from me as our server approaches. "Can I get you all started with a cocktail or some wine?"

Matthew says, "Can I get two waters and a bottle of your finest red wine, please?"

The man nods and returns shortly after with a bottle of Cabernet. He sets the glasses down and pours the wine for us. He asks if we need a moment to look at the menu, we nod.

I start to look at the menu until Matthew grabs it from my hand, "I will order for you."

Without thinking, I almost say something snarky. I quickly remember what is happening tonight. No sassy remarks. "Okay."

The server makes his way back to our table. Matthew orders both of us a steak with fresh vegetables and potatoes. Alright, I can do that.

"I will be back with your food." The server replies.

I begin to say 'thank you,' when I am cut off by the vibration down there... again. The man gives us a strange look and walks away. I'm squirming in my seat and Matthew tries to start a conversation. "So, how are all of your classes going?"

"Um. Good-ugh- they are... good." I cut my eyes at him. For the love of god, Matthew.

I'm starting to sweat! I try to sit still but the vibration is making it difficult. Then, it stops. I let out a loud breath that I didn't know I was holding. This is way harder than I expected.

Matthew smirks, "You alright over there? You seem a little flustered."

I cut my eyes at him. "No. I'm fine. Thanks."