Every time I saw my boyfriend Dacre Montgomery, he made my heart race. Our relationship wasn't very vanilla, we both had our kinks, but outside of the bedroom we were plain. We knew that the press couldn't know about the true depth of our relationship, and we both liked it that way. When we started dating, it didn't take very long for our dark desires and fantasies to be revealed. And, god, did I love it. The things he did to me, and the things I did to him— we always loved trying new things. But with that, he constantly loved to tease me, always to the point that my panties were soaked, and then he'd fuck me into the middle of the next week. Dacre knew how much I loved his curls and the way he kept his shirts unbuttoned, so he made a habit of ripping all of the buttons off of his shirts, and brushing his curls so that they were more highlighted.The day of the Men's GQ event in Australia, he threw on a white t-shirt, missing all but two of its buttons, and paraded around the house for me, cooking and cleaning. I couldn't do anything but sit on the couch and try to focus on the TV in front of me to act like he wasn't making my knees go weak. I knew that if I stood, I'd instantly collapse both with how sore I was from the night before and how he was making me feel all day with his teasing. But I knew what turned him on, too. And him thinking that he could get away with that shirt and not have any response from me, was foolish. Dacre loved it when I would wear his suit jackets with no shirt underneath, and spandex without underwear. It threw him off guard when I walked into the living room with his jacket buttoned in front of me, barely covering my boobs and stomach, and my spandex pulled up so high that my ass was nearly hanging out.
For hours, he went around me like that, and I went around him like that. Constantly throwing smirks at each other— and, boy, when he would lick his lips or I would bite my lip, we nearly jumped onto each other then and there. I don't know how it was that we made it through the afternoon and started getting ready for the GQ event without even placing a finger on each other. I so badly wanted to grab him and do all these dirty things running through my head, and I didn't doubt that he had the same ideas.
Yet, as I got my dress on, and he was wearing his suit, he approached me with words for the first time that day. "Put these on," Dacre whispered into my ear. He was close enough that I felt his breath on my neck, but not close enough that his lips touched my skin as I so badly wanted them to. I turned to him, looking at what he was referring to. In Dacre's hand, he was holding up one of our toys, a vibrating egg.
I shook my head, "Babe, I'm not putting that in me when we're going to a formal event."
Dacre snatched the egg tightly in his grip, and pushed me against the wall, this time his lips purposefully close to me neck, and his crotch close to mine. "I'd put it on, babe, of you'll get punished when we get back..."
I bit my lip, "What if I want both?"
Dacre held the egg up again, and put it into my hand, "Then I suggest you put it in that tight little pussy of yours." He moved away from me, straightening out his jacket.
"And what's its purpose if I don't have the remote?" I questioned sarcastically.
Dacre smirked, and grabbed something from his pocket, "I'll have the remote." He turned on the egg and it vibrated in my hand. I moaned softly at his words. "We'll be late if you don't hurry up."
He was headed out of the room, shutting off the vibrator, when I stopped him. "What would my punishment be?" I asked.
Dacre paused in his tracks and looked back at me, "No spoilers."
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During the interviews, Dacre held me at side with one hand, and the other was buried in his pocket with the remote. I had given in and put the egg in as he requested, but now that we were there, I was instantly beginning to regret it. Every once in awhile during one of his interviews, the reporters would ask questions about me and our relationship. Every time they asked one of those questions, Dacre would turn on the vibrator, so that instead of answering the question, I had to hide my face in his back. At some point he turned it on so high that I bit into his shoulder, and he didn't even flinch. I tried to suppress every moan, and thankfully it was so loud that my whimpers couldn't be heard by anyone but Dacre, and he loved it.
