Vincent and Thea

"Don't tell your husband," he whispered, his eyes burning into hers. "Let this be our little secret, a naughty game just for us."

Thea felt a thrill run down her spine at the thought of hiding this from her husband, a man who had always been more vanilla than she had cared to admit. The idea of keeping this delicious secret was intoxicating, a heady cocktail of adrenaline and desire. She nodded, her eyes wide with excitement.

They returned to the table, her every step a silent symphony of pleasure and pain for Thea, the new butt plug moving within her with each step. She could feel her ass cheeks clenching around it, her body begging for more, for release from this sweet torment. Vincent's gaze never left hers, the heat of him wafting over her.

As she sat, she felt the plug shift, the pressure inside her building. She bit her lip again to keep from crying out, the effort making her eyes water. He noticed her discomfort and leaned in, his voice low and soothing. "Just breathe, Thea. Embrace it. Relax and enjoy it."

The rest of the encounter was a blur. When they finally parted ways, Vincent handed her a card with his number and a single word scribbled in his elegant 'Mine'.