Info - soft Dom Timothée, shy sub reader, sensitive nipples, sex acts in public, mentions of sex and arousal
I wore a velvet, petal pink dress that clung to me. I was so looking forward to a night out with Timothée. We'd been a housebound couple for so long because he hadn't wanted to go public with our love.
We'd spent months in what felt like a fever dream. I'd always been shy and innocent, but he was irresistible. He'd taken me out and I'd slept with him that night. It had turned into a weeks long stay at his apartment. I'd been kept like a sweet kitten, completely controlled and obsessed with him.
I answered his call and gave him all the sweet pussy he wanted. However, he'd soon found another sweet spot on me. He had realised my nipples were incredibly sensitive. I had known they were, but it seemed like another layer of alertness was added with him.
I had been so shy and a bit scared. I was rather unexperienced and I didn't think I could take anything hard core. I worried about nipple claps, biting, and stinging, but I'd been so wrong. He'd become my worshiper. He would use vibrations on them, take large mouthfuls of them, he'd rub and roll them over and over. He'd make me squirm and whine and get so wet I leaked onto the bed.
"You look stunning," Timothée said to me.
"Thank you," I said. I felt hot all over. The cameras had been everywhere. Thankfully, he'd held me tight and kept me safe.
"I'm so happy to be out with you," I said happily.
"I'm happy too baby girl."
I blushed profusely at the nickname. I loved his voice and all the things he did to me. No man had ever had such an affect on me.
"You think you're ready to order?" He asked me after a bit.
"Yeah I am," I said.
"Let me call over the waiter," Timothée offered. He did as he said but then he was getting something out of his bag. Before I knew what was happening he had something small, purple, and whirring in his hand.
He pressed the bullet vibrator to my covered nipples. I let out a small squeak. I watched that predator's grin unfurl over his face.
"Oh good job baby, making noises for me," he crooned. He talked as if we were alone in his bedroom. We were in public!
"T-Timmy," I whined. I made to clutch his arm. I was so small. My hands did nothing to stop the onslaught of vibration. Pleasure was rippling through me, but I was hot with embarrassment.
"Ohhh keep making those pretty whimpers," he said.
"We're in p-public," I gasped. I felt warmth pooling in my core.
"I know baby, but you're doing so well."
"What will we be having tonight?" asked the waiter. Timothée stopped his torture and turned. He hide the vibrator in his coat sleeve as he calmly ordered for us.
"Timothée, we're supposed to be on a nice date," I complained. I couldn't help the brat I was sometimes. He loved me all the same.
"Oh angel, you just look so pretty. Let me make you feel good," he pleaded.
He turned on the toy again and I covered my face with my hands in shame. I was making little submissive noises of pleasure. I couldn't help the way I pushed out my chest against the feeling.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," I moaned.
"That's it pretty girl. You know I love your reactions. Keep making noises like that and I'll pay for everything. You just worry about getting those panties wet so I can smell them later as I pound into you."
"Ohhhhh Timothée," I gasped. He pulled my hands away from my face. He wrapped a long arm around my neck so we were mostly shielded. He stuck two long digits in my mouth to soothe my needy, noisy, desperation.
"There you go," he cooed as I suckled and he continued to work me up. I felt so spent from shaking and holding back screams of pleasure.
"Oh so pretty. Such a reactive girl," he continued. I couldn't breathe.
By the time we got our food my hands shook almost too much to eat. Timothée took pity on me and fed me. He admittedly massaged my wet pussy over my panties as he did it, but we had a dinner date alright.
"Why do you keep doing this?" I nearly cried as the stimulation was set back at my pebbled flesh.
"You have such sweet reactions. Come on now, let me do it, you know you want to," he said with much too much confidence.
I sighed and gave into his desires. I walked out on shaky legs that night. Later, he soothed the tender buds with his mouth over and over as praise and thanks for letting him live out his delicious fantasy. I fell asleep full of cum with swollen and puffy nipples, but I was overjoyed nevertheless.
