You and Tom had a very simple relationship, you were boyfriend and girlfriend, but––most of the time, he told you what to do, and you did it... Especially when it came to the bedroom. You both liked it that way, it was clear that it was something that you both wanted. Even without the bold labels, in your relationship Tom was rather dominant and you were rather submissive, to him specifically. He only had one simple rule, when it came to dom and sub play, if he told you to do something, you had to obey, because "that's what good girls do, darling".
He loved being in control, he thrived off of it and he basked in the glory of being in charge and watching you follow every one of his commands. He liked to tease you all the time, he was entitled to it, he especially loved doing so when you were out in public––because that's when you're your most vulnerable self, aware of all the eyes of around you.
And that's exactly what he was doing now, at dinner with his parents right there on the other end of the table.
"What about you, Y/N dear?" his mother asked, her caring eyes glancing over your features as she waited for your response.
Of course you'd love to answer her, and you would––if only Tom hadn't had his fingers thrusting inside you for the past several minutes, then you would have been conscious enough to be listening when the topic was first introduced. But of course, since that wasn't the case––you have no idea what she's talking about.
"Uh—um," you stammered, your eyes darting from hers to any where else in the restaurant.
Tom took pity on you and removed his hand from under your dress, however you made the mistake of turning your attention to him just as he stuck his two fingers inside his mouth, sucking your taste off of them,
"Well I agree, mother. It's delicious, don't you think?" he asked, a smirk on his face as he watched your eyes widen as they focused on the movement of his lips, as yours fell open ever so slightly.
"Yeah-yeah it's great," you responded blinking repeatedly as you tried to regain your composure.
"Well that's good." She smiled at you and turned to Dominic to continue their conversation about work, or whatever it is that they were discussing.
Tom leaned closer to you as his parents were distracted, "Good girl," he whispered into your ear, "That was a close one, wasn't it––".
You clenched your thighs subconsciously, trying to relieve the feeling between your legs but Tom's hand was quick to squeeze between them, his fingers immediately resting on your clit. Just a tap to the bundle of nerves had you jolting slightly in your seat.
"Shh, darling. I've got you. I've always got you, don't I?" he asked, bringing a hand under your chin to have you face him.
Your brows furrowed as he increased the pressure on your clit and your mouth dropped open as you looked into his eyes––his stare intense as he looked right at you, completely entranced.
He leaned forward and bit your lip before looking back into your eyes, his voice dropping back down to a whisper, "Close that pretty little mouth of yours, you're making me think of fucking your mouth right here in front of all these people."
Your eyes widened, and it takes you a bit to register his words, but a sharp pinch to your clit brings you back to reality as you bite your lip and close your mouth immediately.
Tom breathes out sharply as he watches you. A million thoughts running through his mind, all of them being ways he wants to fuck you––to ruin you.
You both turn your attention back to Tom's parents and engage in conversation again, well, he does and you try your best listen as carefully as you can.
