Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~75~

WARNING: public intimacy, vibrator, public orgasms, orgasm control, fingering, and daddy

Atticus helped me out of the car, guiding me inside the biggest and most elegant restaurant known to man. His warm hand was on my lower back, reminding me of his presence. We walked through the restaurant, taking an elevator up to the highest floor where the hostess led us to our table. It was away from prying eyes thankfully.

Once we were sat, I was immediately tormented by the buzz of the vibrator inside of me. I clenched my jaw and steeled my spine to not come off as suspicious. Meanwhile, Atticus was scanning through the menu with a smirk on his face.

"The pasta here is delicious." He says casually, putting his menu down and looking at me. I stare him down, thinking of all the revenge I could have on him and Callan. Zachary was safe for now.

"Is it?" I say lowly, holding back a gasp at the increase in speed. My lip quivers a little as I stare at him, his eyes holding mine with dominance. I reach over and grab the glass of water, taking a few sips to clear my throat a little. Finally, the buzzing stopped, making me relax a little. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Very much." He smiles, his damn dimples teasing me. He reaches over and takes my hand in his, kissing my knuckles softly before winking at me. "You look very beautiful tonight."

My skin heats at his words, making me drop my gaze. They knew exactly what to say to me to have me melt into a puddle. I mumble a soft 'you too' and then widen my eyes.

"I mean- you look very handsome tonight. Not that you don't look handsome any other night you just-" I clamp my mouth shut, cursing myself for rambling. I felt like a foolish teenage girl on her first date.

"Thank you, baby." He says softly, looking at me with amusement. I narrow my eyes at him, hearing his teasing thoughts from a mile away.

"Let's talk about you blushing then." I huff, looking away annoyed. I immediately regret opening my mouth when the toy inside me cranks up to its highest setting. I jerk, accidentally letting out a soft noise. I look at him with panicked eyes, seeing him just stare back at me with a smirk.

"Let's." He says, tilting his head slightly. I opened my mouth to speak but my words were caught in my throat along with my moans. I clench my hand around the cloth napkin, squeezing it tightly. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "What's the matter, baby? Cat's got your tongue?"

I wanted to curse him out so bad right now oh my gosh.

The waiter came to the table, smiling at us politely. I clench my jaw and smile back. My breathing heavy. I tried so hard to appear normal and I could only hope I looked believable.

"Have you two decided yet or do you need a bit more time?" He asks, taking out his notepad. Atticus sighs and looks at his menu before looking at me.

"I already know what I'm gonna eat." He says, I subtly glare at him before picking up my menu, my blurry vision prohibiting me from reading.

"I'll just have- I'll have the pasta.." I clear my throat. The waiter jots it down and looks at Atticus, waiting for his order.

"I'll have the steak. Medium rare." He says before sipping at his water. "And bring red wine."

The waiter nods and walks off, allowing me to breathe a little better. I rub my hands over my thighs, feeling the coil in my stomach slowly tighten. I squirm a little, leaning forward and resting my elbows on the table.

"I didn't expect you to take it this well.." Atticus whispers, looking at me fondly, I groan softly and straighten back up. My jaw hurt from clenching my teeth so much. My shoulders trembled and my breathing was shaky. Before my orgasm could wash over me, Atticus turned off the toy. I didn't know whether to thank him or curse him out.