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“I swear you are such a girl. If i don’t spend time sweeping you off your feet in romance…” She made a clucking sound and shook her head in annoyance. “Alex, don’t be such a sissy.” she declared.



He squirmed and moved to adjust his trousers. “Im fine. We probably need to look at the menu.”



She studied him for a long moment. Her eyes moving over his body and down to his crotch. “Does that…” Her eyes widened, “ Does that get you excited?” fascination crept into her words.



He turned away from her gaze and reached for the plate of raspberries to obscure her view. As he took two pieces of fruit, she said “My God. It does get you hard. It totally turns you on.” Her eyes lit up like a flash just erupted in her head.



“What does?” he needed time to think.



Jennifer speared a bit of raspberry on the point of her fork and ate it with small delicate bites. “When I am a Bitch to you. It stirs your little cock to life.”



He looked down at himself. There was no hiding the bulge in his pants and so he shrugged. “It could be anything. It doesn't matter.” It was true, he thought. it didn’t matter to him why he felt an erection build when she humiliated him or talked dirty to him or... She turned him on, she always had. She was the key that unlocked his secret desires.



When the second round of champagne was served, Jennifer questioned him ”Did you feel emasculated when I ordered drinks for both of us in front of the waiter? Was that why? Or was it something else? Was it being called a Sissy? hmm?” she seemed more interested than aroused.



He deflected and parried all her verbal jabs. His stomach felt as if it were full of butterflies. Something was off. It was as if his adversary had decoded his messages and tactically slipped behind his defenses. Had all his precautions been undone by his impatience of a single night that he didn’t slip into the closet to change. Had the cleaning lady found something? She knew now - he was sure of it, and she delighted in wielding her new found power.



A line appeared on Jennifer’s pale white brow between those lovely eyes, “I understand now why you are such a pansy about such things.”



“Your strength brings out the best in me. It’s almost dangerous.” He had thought that might reassure her, but he saw no sign of pleasure in those green eyes.



“Ma’am,” the waiter had decided to try his luck once more.



“I think we should just skip to dessert. What is fresh for today.” Jennifer kept her eyes locked on Alex. She is working something out, he thought, planning.



“I hope you like tarts. All our tarts are made fresh with fruit from a local farm.” answered the waiter.



She looked hard at Alex. “It seems I love all sorts of Tarts.” the scorn rumbled in her tone.



“Excellent I shall bring two.”



“I’ve known that a long while.” she said just above a whisper.



“I’m sorry?” Alex was not sure he heard her correctly.



Jennifer ignored the question and leaned forward, her voice barely audible above the ambient noise. “Do you know why I'm so dangerous?”



“Are we playing riddles now?”



“It’s because I don’t have a cock.”



“Why?”



“And.. well neither do you...sometimes. I’ve learned..” her face, a shadowed smirk.



“And don’t you just hate that Jennifer.” he snapped reflexively and instantly knew his statement was an admission of sorts.



“I’m not sure I do.” the words slow and strategic. She thought for a moment and shrugged, “Perhaps you are dangerous too. That makes you less a fool than every other man because that thing between your legs doesn’t do all your thinking.” Her face curled into a dark smile.



Alex licked the champagne from his lips. He did not like her smile; it meant power not joy. “Yes, and now my thing is thinking it's time I went to the bathroom.”.



“Are you feeling uncomfortable Darling?” She leaned forward giving him a good look at the top of her breasts. Her mouth six inches from him, “Don’t you worry Sissy boy, I’ve a rubber cock at home that’s big enough for the both of us.”



Jennifer beckoned to the waiter for two more flutes. She was drinking more than normal but it only seemed to make her more beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had a bright feverish look to them as she looked upon him.



Eyes of fire, Alex thought. Music played, people chattered, while servers chased around to tables. He laughed but it was a joyless laugh. But the type of laughter that can turn into tears in a heartbeat.



Alex glanced at the hallway in the direction of the bathroom, he was beginning to regret the hold she had on him. “I will be back.”



“Try to conceal your hard-on as you walk.”



“You’ve never shown so much interest in my manhood before dear,” He stood.



Jennifer reached for his arm and looked up to him as he was about to pass, “It's not your cock that interests me so much tonight - it’s what you are carrying it in.”



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The knock at the bathroom door unnerved and annoyed him. He ignored it and took his time to dry his hands before unlocking and opening the door. There stood Jennifer, arms crossed and leaning close against the door jam.



“When I knock, you open. No hesitation. No more privacy. Understood?” The question was rhetorical, her voice stone.



Jennifer pushed in and locked the door behind her.



“I’m sorry” was the first thing that came to mind and it felt right to him. It shouldn’t, he knew, but for him - for who he was and for what he wanted her to be, it was the most perfect thing in the world to say.



“Too late for that my little Tart.” She kissed him hard pushing him against the wall and without a word, her hand dove deep into his trousers. Her lips released his and found his neck, “My my.” She began to rub his pubic bone with her fingers, “All I feel is the silk of some pretty panties.” Her voice was raspy and breathless.



He tried to pull away. He was not ready to face this.



Her teeth bit into his neck, rough and animalistic, her shoulders pressed hard into him, his skin tingled against the cool tile. “If I were blindfolded, I’d swear I was feeling up a girl,“ Her fingers groped and rubbed in hard circles. ”You are lucky, I know you have a cock in there...somewhere, or I’d have no choice but to be finger fucking you right now.”



He twisted his head both from the pain of her teeth on his neck and his uncomfortable arousal. He was embarrassed that her harsh words and forceful hands sent shivers of erotic desire through his body, and then at the horrifying realization that his hips were undulating against the pressure of her fingers.



“Stop. Please” his voice a gasp. He didn’t want her to see him like this.



She smiled at him like a lioness pounced above her prey,.“You like that don’t you my sweet little bitch,” she looked down at his uncontrollable thrusting. “You don’t want me to stop. You can’t help yourself. Can you?”



She looked down at where his shirt had worked its way up one side of his torso. The exposed skin unmarked and bare, soft there, in the shallow valley between his hip bone and the swell of his belly. “Just panties today Darling? Oooh Soooo conservative.”



He forced himself to stop moving - to stop giving in to her game. She sensed it and pushed deeper. Jennifer’s hand reached further underneath him. “Oh there it is.” She squeezed the hard shaft until his knees buckled. “All tucked away safely.” She released his cock and slammed her hips into him.



“Jennifer please - we are at a restaurant. No.” he grasped for any reason to stop her torment.



She pushed a knee between his legs and firmly lifted it up into his groin - playful but hard. He grunted, his head lowered and Jennifer jabbed her tongue into his mouth. Her voice like velvet and her tongue tasted sweet from champagne and her breath smelled of raspberries. He took her tongue into his mouth and sucked the sweetness.



Her head tilted and her motion stopped as if an idea sprouted and took hold. “THIS is what you want.” Her hand slid past his cock and her finger slid into the underside of his underwear and entered him. It was hard, unforgiving and deep.



He sucked in his breath and grasped for the wall to keep his balance. “Ohh. Oh God. Stop. Oh God.” Those first two or three sharp, impossible thrusts when he was sure she was going to rip his ass to shreds and then, as if his body decided to save him, it moistened itself, opened and she penetrated him again and again .



“Don’t be stupid. You like it.”



He turned his head and looked at the chrome polish of the faucets, like curved, silvery phallics, floating on the surface of the slate grey marble and accepted the intensity of her deed. It hurt but in a way that he never wanted it to stop.



She felt him arch his hips in that way that made it just so much sweeter, so much easier to fill him, and felt his inner muscles close around her. She added another finger.



The thrusts became punctuated with questions he so desperately wanted to hear.



“And this…and this…and this…?”



Until the fury of it made him gasp. “Yes.”



Her skin. Hers, no matter what he said, no matter how he felt. Her skin and she would push inside it and own it. She would teach him that it belonged to her; that his mouth and his eyes and his tears and his voice and his hands and his ass and his cock and every fucking breath he took was hers.



His hips grinded into her hand like a piston, “Harder. Can you do me harder?”



She hissed like a steam engine and closed a hand around his neck. “Shut up, Princess,”

That was it, that last tearing away of his masculinity, serene and free of the emotional baggage he dragged around - Lowering his head, burying it in the crook of her neck, he swore. And came.



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On the table, a single white bag rested in the center, the dutiful waiter scurried to the side of Jennifer. “I’ve wrapped your tarts Madam. And the receipt is in the bag as well.”



Jennifer gave a small incline of her head in acknowledgement and walked toward the restaurant exit. Alex followed and scooped up the bag. A murmur of the Happy Birthday song drifted from the direction of the tables and he smiled.