"Oh, you have got to be kidding me, princess."
You pouted slightly, shrugging innocently as you walked up to Tom.
"What? Do you not like it?" You took your time turning around, shaking your hips just a touch as you faced him once more. He groaned quietly, holding his hands behind his back as he bit his lip.
"You do not need to hear what is going through my mind right now, darling. Otherwise, we're never getting to the party in time," He sighed reluctantly, shaking his head when you came up to him and cupped his cheek.
"Maybe, if you behave, you could be in for a little... reward. How does that sound, baby?" You looked up at him through your eyelashes, smiling sweetly when a rosy blush crept over his cheeks.
"It's on."
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The drive to the venue shouldn't have taken so long, but with New York traffic, you never knew what to expect. Tom's hand was glued to your thigh, slowly massaging your skin as you rest your head on his shoulder.
His hand slowly made its way up to the hem of your dress, his thumb toying with the seam before he cleared his throat.
"Where did this... little number come from? Don't tell me Mary took you shopping again," you giggled, pulling away and resting a hand on his knee.
"I bought this for myself, but Mary may or may not have had a say in the decision. You never did tell me," You whispered as you ran your hand up his leg to brush over his crotch, blissfully acknowledging the slight whimper that fell from his lips. "... if you liked it, Tommy. Hm?" You carefully pulled on the bottom of his tie, savoring the whine that slipped out as he blushed.
"It's beautiful, love. But you... you are heaven." He smirked as his words caught you off guard, his hand slipping between your thighs to gently rub his thumb over your cunt, only to discover your little secret.
"Well, this is a lovely surprise. Was this the reward you were referring to, darling?" You moaned when his thumb stroked your clit, the small moment of pleasure overwhelming you. Dropping your hand to palm him over his slacks, you chuckled quietly when you realized you weren't the only one getting worked up.
"There's more to it than that, daddy," You breathed, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw before pulling away and grabbing his wrist, bringing his hand up to you. Locking eyes with him, you slipped his thumb into your mouth, moaning as you swirled your tongue over it.
"You tease," he muttered, grunting deeply when you let go with a soft 'pop', giving a nonchalant smile as you held his hand in yours. Resting your head on his shoulder again, you said contentedly, "You don't know the half of it."
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The rest of the night seemed to drag on for eons, and your torturous teasing did nothing to help. The dress you were wearing was provocative on all accounts: silky red, with narrow, threaded cutouts leading up from the hem at your thighs to just under your chest. The deep V-neck did a more than perfect job of showing off your cleavage, and you could tell Tom was having a hard time keeping his eyes at an appropriate level.
"I really think you should take me with next time you go shopping... for advice, of course," he whispered in your ear, his hand gingerly rubbing your exposed back as you looked on at the crowded dance floor.
"Depends on how well you behave, darling," You answered, kissing his cheek when he pouted. "But I do think we've spent our fair share of time here, don't you?"
