Short Sensual Stories

Valentine Date Night

The room looked grand with red and gold decorations all around. A part of the floor was cleared to make space for a dance floor. Soft waltz music came from the musicians sitting in the back next to the floor. Most couples danced to the music while some sat at the small booths eating, laughing watching or simply talking to their dates.

It was a midsummer's night dream for sure as all these couples gathered at this extravagant restaurant celebration Valentine's Day with their loved ones. All around the happiness and love was seen in everyone, though looks can be deceiving for all alone in a dim lit booth at the corner, sat a couple up to no good but in for a night of fun and lust.

The girl's face was contorted with pleasure as she bites her lips and fists the white material of the table cloth. Unknown to the public, there is a pretty little purple device shoved inside her core. Its vibrations causing her to pant slightly and keep her eyes screwed shut to contain the excitement these sensations have caused her. She looks across the table to the man responsible for this sweet torture and pleads with her eyes for mercy.

The man simply smirks at her while taking a sip from his champagne. Bringing the glass down, he puts his hand inside his suit pocket and turns on the vibrations to a higher degree. His smirk lengthens when he hears the sharp intake of breath from the girl and a soft moan breaks out from her luscious lips. Taking in deep breaths, she places her head on the table. Her curly black hair cascading around her face, hiding it from the man's view much to his displeasure.

Lost in the sensations, her hand unconsciously slides down the length of her body. Going lower and lower, till she reaches into the side slit of her long purple cocktail dress. Slowly sliding her manicured nails up her thigh and towards her core. A sharp burst of pain takes it away from its course as her hand had been slapped away. The vibrations of the toy has also stopped in her. Her hair is pulled away from her face in a quick notion and is held tight above her, bringing her face up and staring into the angry glare of her master. She cringes slightly at the sight and lowers her eyes away from his face, knowing that she is going to get punished tonight for disobeying him.

There are but a few rules that she has to follow being in a relationship with him. To never touch herself without his permission, to never cum without his permission, to never disobey him and to give him whatever he wants, whenever he wants and wherever he wants. For she is his. And in the life that he lives, one of danger and secrets, she knows that the love that she will ever gain from him will only be physical and passionate as that is all that he can ever give to her. He knows what he is doing and expects her to know what is best for her and to trust him with that knowledge. Being a street fighter sure has its cons but she is okay with that. In fact, that's what she loves about him. That dangerous, no nonsense, daring life fills her with an excitement like no other and she immerses herself into it completely. Becoming completely his to do and please.

"What do you think you are doing, Zana?" He asks in a tight voice, keeping his glare on her as he holds her wrist in a tight grip.

"I'm so sorry, Tyler. I didn't mean to I swear. I just wanted a little release. It won't happen again, I promise." She says quickly. Her eyes filling up with guilt and regret at the thought of him being mad at her.

Tugging her by her wrist so that she comes closer to him. He hand on her hair releases its grip and softly puts the curly tendrils away from her face and behind her ear.

"You've been a bad girl today, Zee. Not listening to me when I told you to get off the table that you fell off eventually after your drunken dancing. Then spraying the cold water of the hose at me while I was working in the porch. Furthermore teasing me with this beautiful body of yours while you painted naked on our bed." He said to her while running his finger down her face. Tracing her eyebrows, eyes and lips as he goes. His eyes following his fingers trail, darkening slowly with lust as he recalls the mini-paint-myself session with various fruits and chocolate syrup on the bed, which led to a taste testing session by the way.