Chapter 186: Be a Good Girl
KATE
The idea made my body heat up, then I realized how absurd it was.
"Absolutely not!" I said.
"You can't say no."
"Yes, I can! No, no, and no. There's no way I'm walking around with that."
"You'll like it."
"No, we're definitely not doing this in a public place."
"Just bend over."
"Nathan..."
"Obey."
"Promise you won't embarrass me in front of people."
"Don't you trust me?"
I closed my eyes, sighing. This seemed like a terrible idea for many reasons. But I guess I was out of options, and deep down, the idea also aroused me.
Deciding to give in to this madness, I turned and leaned against the dresser. Then I bent over, arching my back to lift my butt.
As I felt my desire and nervousness grow, Nathan positioned himself behind me. I felt his fingers move my panties to the side.
"Relax," he said.
I took a deep breath, trying to comply. Then I felt him slowly push the tip of the vibrator inside me, adjusting it carefully. Next, he positioned the smaller tip over my clit.
The touch made me close my eyes. How the hell was I supposed to focus on anything with that thing inside me?
After putting my panties back in place, he stood up. I did the same, trying to get used to the sensation. It wasn't uncomfortable, just a bit strange, but what really concerned me were his intentions.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Not until you tell me where the control for this thing is."
Approaching me, he cupped my face with one hand. "So beautiful," he whispered, caressing my face. Then his gaze trailed down my body. "Finish getting dressed before I change my mind and tie you to that bed for the rest of the night," he said, before leaving the closet.
When I finished getting ready, I left the closet, wearing the long black dress I had chosen. It had long sleeves, a neckline, and a slit on the left side that went up to the top of my thigh.
Nathan was in the living room. He stood up from the couch as his eyes roamed over my body. His gaze dispensed compliments.
"Shall we go?" I asked, stopping in front of him.
"Or you could accept the proposal about tying you to the bed."
"You can do that when we get back if you behave. " I smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the exit.
*
The theater where the event would take place was close to the hotel, so the car ride was quick. Nathan decided to drive and rented a different car to the one we were using, a luxury black sports car.
"When you're ready," he said when he stopped in front of the theater.
In recent years, I had accompanied Nathan to enough events to know what kind of people I would encounter at such places. The difference was that I didn't know anyone from the Parisian elite. Maybe that was a good thing in the end. I was tired of the New York elite.
I took a deep breath, staring at the dozens of journalists outside the venue and another dozen security personnel. Some guests were posing for photos.
"Do you regret the idea?" he asked, making me glance at him.
"You know me so well." I smiled. "Let's just get this over with."
He nodded and got out of the car. I waited for him to come around to open the door for me. Flashes started going off as he opened the door and continued as we walked towards the entrance.
Nathan had me stop for some photos, as requested by the photographers, and then we entered the venue.
The hall was crowded; people were scattered around in small groups, talking and drinking, while others were already seated at tables facing the stage.
"Do you want to sit down?" he asked.
"I think that's our best option since we don't know anyone."
"I might actually know one or two people; they just don't know I'm here."
"Maybe it's better to keep it that way, don't you think? Let's just make a donation, and then we can leave."
"You were the one who wanted to come."
"And should I remind you why?" I said, starting to walk again.
"You said I would be forgiven after the punishment."
"You are, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten."
"Think this is a good time to challenge me?" he asked with a smile, caressing my arm, which was entwined with his.
Damn it. I had almost forgotten about the dam vibrator.
"This is blackmail."
"And what you did in that store was torture. Where are you trying to get, darling?"
"You are a..."
I couldn't finish my sentence as the vibrator suddenly started pulsing against my clit, and I almost had to stop walking.
I gripped Nathan's arm with my free hand, trying to maintain my composure.
"Am I?" He asked with a smile on his face.
"Please..." I pleaded.
"Good girl," he whispered, and the vibrator stopped immediately.
Oh, my God. I took a deep breath. My heart was racing, and my clit was swollen.
"You can't do this in front of all these people," I whispered as we approached one of the tables.
"I can't?"
"This wasn't a challenge. You can, but please don't. Please."
We stopped by the table, and he pulled out a chair for me. I sat down, and he took the seat next to me.
He had found a way to make me regret deciding to come to the event. He was punishing me for punishing him. It seemed like that was how we operated.
I poured myself a drink, and soon someone began to speak. These events used to be boring. It made me miss Stephan and his bad jokes and stories of questionable veracity.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks.
"Your brother."
"Should I be worried?" he said, narrowing his eyes.
"No, I was just thinking that he manages to distract me during these dull events with his crazy stories and bad jokes."
"Are you bored?"
The challenging undertone in his question made me hesitate.
"That's not what I meant."
"I'm your husband; I should be the one keeping you entertained, not my brother. Don't you think?"
"Please, no."
He grinned devilishly, placing his hand on my thigh. Then, slowly, his fingers slid through the slit, moving upward, sending shivers down my spine.
"You know I wouldn't have to resort to that to get it, baby."
Yes, he was right. The simple touch was enough to awaken my entire body.
"Yes, I know."
"But it wouldn't be as much fun," he said, and before I could protest, the vibrator started pulsating inside me.
Oh, my God. I crossed my legs, swallowing hard.
"Nathan..." A slight shiver ran through my body, and I felt my nipples become sensitive against the lace fabric of my bra. "I can't..." I whispered, trying to control my breathing.
"Relax, baby. The night is just beginning."
The vibrator stopped pulsating inside me, and I stared at him. I noticed that he had his hand in his pants pocket.
I needed to figure out a way to grab that damn remote. But before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, it started vibrating again against my clitoris.
Gripping the chair's armrests with my hands, I squeezed tightly as he increased the speed. I clenched my teeth, trying to endure the sensation that spread throughout my body.
"Nathan..."
"What? Do you want both at the same time?" He asked with an impassive expression. His attention was focused on the stage, which only irritated me more.
"No!" I growled through gritted teeth, perhaps too loudly.
"Shhh... You're not being a good girl," he whispered, and the vibrator started moving inside me again.
Damn it... I couldn't handle everything at once.
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