I Wore My Butt Plug On The First Date

"You're wearing it right now, aren't you?" His voice was low, barely audible over the clink of silverware in the dimly lit restaurant.

I froze mid sip, the chilled pinot grigio suddenly burning down my throat. My fingers tightened around the stem as I calculated responses. Denial would sound false, confirmation too brazen. Instead, I let my bare thighs press together beneath the table, feeling the subtle shift of silicone against muscle, I almost gave it away with a moan. I slowly crossed my legs in an attempt to regain composure. The plug had warmed to body temperature hours ago, but now it pulsed with fresh awareness.

His knuckles grazed my bare knee, an accidental brush that lingered. My camisole strap slipped off one shoulder, revealing the edge of the black lace bra I'd chosen specifically for how it would look when "accidentally" revealed. "What makes you ask that?" I finally murmured, tracing the rim of my glass with a fingertip.

He leaned in, his cologne, sandalwood and something darker, filling the space between us. "The way you keep adjusting your posture," he said. His eyes flicking to where my silk hemline barely covered my thighs. "And that little gasp you made when you sat down." His hand rested high on my thigh, possessive and testing.

I slowly uncrossed my legs. The plug shifted deeper again. The restaurant noise faded... only the sound of his thumb stroking slow circles on my inner thigh and the faint clink of ice in our abandoned drinks.

"Would you like proof?" I asked. Beneath the table, I spread my legs, hooked a finger into my thong's waistband, tugging it down just enough for the curve of the plug's base to peek above the black lace. His exhale hitched and his grip tightened.

His fingertips dug into my thigh as he leaned closer. "Christ, you're shameless," he growled, but his pupils were blown wide, tracking the movement of my hand as I slowly smoothed my camisole back into place. I bit my lip as his fingers slid higher, grazing the soaked fabric of my thong.

Around us, waiters moved between candlelit tables, oblivious to the way his breath hitched when I rolled my hips slightly enough to grind against his palm while maintaining plausible deniability. The plug pressed deliciously deeper, and I had to stifle a moan into my wine glass.

His fingertips found the edge of my thong again, tracing the elastic as if memorizing the precise millimeter where lace gave way to bare skin. "I want to hear it," he demanded softly, his thumb circling the plug's base through damp fabric. "Tell me why you wore this tonight."

The wine glass trembled as I set it down. "Because I wanted to feel you noticing," I admitted, arching into his touch. The plug shifted with the movement, sending a jolt through me that made my heels dig into the carpet.

His fingers stilled, then deliberately pressed the base deeper, just enough to make my thighs jerk. "And now that I have?" His voice dropped to a rough whisper, a finger found it's way between the base of my plug and the sensitive skin holding it in place. Around us, silverware clinked against china, someone laughed too loudly at the next table. The mundane sounds only made the heat between us sharper.

I exhaled through parted lips as his fingertip traced the rim where silicone met flesh, teasing the slickness gathered there. "Then I guess," I said, voice uneven, "you'll have to decide what to do about it." My heel slid up his calf beneath the table, the pointed toe dragging along his inseam until his jaw clenched.

His hand retreated abruptly, knocking his fork against the plate with a sharp clatter that drew glances from nearby diners. For a terrifying second I thought I'd pushed too far... until I saw his fingers fumbling with his wallet, tossing bills onto the table without bothering to count. "We're leaving," he muttered, standing so fast his chair scraped the floor. His palm burned against my bare back as he guided me up, gripping my hip hard enough I could feel the imprints through silk.

The cool night air did nothing to calm the throbbing between my legs as we hurried toward the curb. His Audi chirped unlocked, and when he shoved me against the passenger door, his knee parted my thighs before his mouth crashed into mine. I tasted wine and hunger as his tongue slid against mine, one hand in my hair while the other lifted my camisole and groped my bare ass. The plug shifted with the motion, a pleasureful moan escapes my throat.

"Get in," he growled into my neck, biting just hard enough to make me whimper. The leather seats were cold against my exposed thighs as he peeled out into traffic, his right hand immediately returning to my leg, fingers crawling higher. "Keep spreading," he ordered, and when I obeyed, his fingertips found the slick fabric stretched taut over the plug's base. "Fuck, you're soaked."

The elevator to his apartment took forever, his body pinning me against the mirrored wall as he tugged and twirled my plug in slow circles. My reflection showed how my nipples strained against the silk, how my mouth hung open as I rocked back onto his hand.

He fumbled with his keys while I bit his neck, teeth sinking into warm skin until he finally shoved the door open. The apartment smelled like leather and espresso, dark, masculine, expensive, but I barely noticed before he spun me around and bent me over the arm of his couch.

One hand twisted in my hair while the other yanked my thong aside, exposing the jeweled plug glistening with arousal. His groan vibrated through me as he dragged a fingertip down the length of it, circling where my body clenched around the base. "You're going to cum just like this first," he ordered, pressing down hard enough to make my knees buckle.

His cock slid in to my soaked pussy sending a shock wave through me, stretching, filling, my moan muffled by the couch leather as he gripped my hips. He didn't ease in, just took, the slap of skin echoing off his high ceilings while the plug shifted inside me with every snap of his hips. I could feel the exact moment his control shattered, his rhythm turning erratic.

The stretch burned deliciously when he suddenly pulled out, flipping me onto my back on the hardwood floor. He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand while the other worked the plug loose. The pop of silicone leaving my body made us both groan, his cock twitching against my thigh as he placed the sticky toy between my breasts.

"Look at you," he muttered, pressing the tip of his cock against my opened asshole before pushing it in slowly, letting me feel every inch. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically, heels digging into his ass as he bottomed out with a grunt.

The hardwood dug into my shoulders, the discomfort only heightening the way his thick cock stretched my asshole impossibly wider than the plug had. I gasped at the burn, nails scraping his forearms as he pinned me down, not letting me adjust before he pulled out and slammed back in hard enough to make me cry out.

"Fuck, you take it so well," he growled, sweat dripping onto my chest as he drove into me with punishing strokes. The plug lay forgotten between my breasts, sticky with lube and my own mess, a filthy testament to how much I'd wanted this. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my clit throbbing untouched, my pussy clenching around nothing.

His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat as he fucked me harder, the slap of skin drowning out my moans. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice ragged, "tell me you planned this when you got dressed tonight." I could only nod, my vision swimming as he hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl.

He released my hair to grip my throat, not squeezing, just holding, the dominance of it making me arch up against him. "Say it," he growled, and I whimpered "yes," the word breaking as he angled his hips to grind against that perfect place with every thrust. The plug rolled off my chest onto the floor with a wet slap, unnoticed.

My orgasm hit like a lightning strike, back bowing off the floor as my asshole clamped down around his shaft. He cursed, fingers digging bruises into my hips as he chased his own release, his rhythm faltering. I could feel the moment he came. The way his cock pulsed deep inside me, the rush of his his cum flooding my rectum, sealing us together as he collapsed over me, his breath ragged against my collarbone.

We stayed like that for long minutes, his softening cock still buried in my ass, his weight pressing me into the floorboards. Distantly, I registered the ache in my shoulders, the throb between my legs, the way my silk camisole was twisted and damp with sweat beneath me. His fingers traced idle patterns down my ribs, his lips brushing my earlobe when he murmured, "You're going to walk funny tomorrow."

I laughed breathlessly, flexing around him just to hear his sharp inhale. "Worth it."