Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 12

"Well I'm glad to hear it, but that's not going to get you out of answering the question." James said, his voice full

of cruelty. He loved putting her on the spot like this. "So tell me. Was it losing your cherry to a man you didn't

know, was it when he invited his friends over and they spit roasted you, how about when they took you in all

three holes at the stor maybe it was the big Bukkake party at the end..." While he listed off each of the

scenes, James counted them off on his fingers, and with each one Violet felt herself wanting to curl up into a ball

and die.

"Enough," she said finally, horrified that he wasn't even trying to keep his voice down. People could hear him. "It

was the second one."

"Not good enough, Violet. | want details." he responded, his cold eyes never leaving hers. "Tellwhy."

Violet looked at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him not to make her talk about this, but she knew he

wouldn't budge. Finally she said, "The second part was the best because of the reaction on my face as it was

happening in the video. | might have enjoyed the third one more, | don't know because | can't remember it and

wrapped in all those bodies | can barely see anything anyway. But the second one.. When it was just the two of

them, | looked so happy.. So blissful. And it haunts me, because..." Violet stopped, pausing to blink away the

tears, and taking a moment to compose herself before she finished. "Because how could anyone enjoy

something so terrible."

Violet closed her eyes, opening them only when she felt him take her hand in his. "Lots of people enjoy lots of

terrible things Violet, don't beat yourself up over it. Nothing that happened that night was your fault, and

everything that's happened since has been my fault. But there's nothing wrong with enjoying parts of it, even

the worst parts."

"But you're not going to stop," she countered, shaking off the touching moment that had ctoo close to

piercing her heart. "Are you?"

"No," he agreed, "I'm not going to stop, but in a few weeks, maybe you won't wantto. Could you imagine

trying to date a nice sweet guy after everything that happened to you? | couldn't think of anything that would

make you more miserable."

He wasn't wrong, she reflected. She'd already had the sthought, and she knew for a certainty that even if

James disappeared tomorrow, the only men that would find their way to her bed were monsters. "So what now?"

she asked, nervously after the moment lingered a little too long.

"Well, you're going to freshen up, and I'm going to pick up the check, and then we'll be off." James said, putting

down his silverware.

"So then are we going hor..." Violet followed up.

"Dinner and a movie is the most traditional date, isn't it? | can take you back to my place after, but only if |

decide you're going to get lucky." He smiled, then reached into a pocket and pulled out a small box, handing it to

her. "I almost forgot, you'll need that for where we're going next."

Violet took the box but decided she dared not open it where anyone else could see, so she got up and made her

way to the bathroom. Once she got there, she briefly checked her makeup in the mirror, then hurried into a

bathroom stall and opened it. Inside was a small bullet vibrator on a cord. She knew exactly what this was

because she'd seen them in enough porn. This was a vibrator meant to be inserted all the way inside her and

then activated remotely by someone else. By James.

She cursed his nmentally as she tried to decide which was going to be worse. She could throw it away and

then see what he did instead, or she could slide it inside her pussy and see how much he tortured her. It was a

terrible choice. Damned if you do, almost certainly damned more if you don't. James had already shown a flair

for exhibitionism in his venues and choice of topics, but would he really try to... to... make her cum somewhere in

public? She shuddered at the thought. But whatever he was going to do if she didn't obey him, she knew he

would make her pay, so after only a moment she slid the cold egg inside of her pussy, surprised to find out how

wet she was already. She'd been so busy being pissed off at the man she forgot how easily he turned her on, she

reflected as she got up and walked out of the bathroom to rejoin her abominable date.

Once they left the restaurant she was worried he was immediately going to flip the switch, but instead he was

back to his usually charming self. When they'd gone two blocks and were halfway to the movie theater he finally

asked, "So did you like my gift?"

"Like isn't the word | would use, more like... Uhhhh" She gasped as he turned it on for a second, threatening her

balance and entirely derailing her train of thought. First she was angry that he'd done it without warning, but

quickly her embarrassment enveloped and overwhelmed the first emotion. She'd just moaned out loud for

anyone to hear. She quickly looked around, and no one seemed to have noticed, but they could have, and it

terrified her. "Think of it as a shock collar," James said smirking, not even bothering to look at her, "But one for

disobedient sluts. You do what you're told, nothing happens. You disobey, and we see how long you can hold the

moan." Violet fumed. "You think just because you have something onyou can do whatever you want to me?"

"No. I think you're a deeply submissive and masochistic little slut, and that anyone that tapped into those parts

of you could do things like this to you. The video was the excuse, or even the bait on the hook if you like. You

can't admit it to yourself yet, but you love the tyou spend with me, and you're going to love it even more

soon."

Violet shook her head in sullen silence, she wanted to tell him that he was wrong, and that the only reason she

did anything he told her to was because he would ruin her life if she didn't... but she knew that wasn't entirely

true. In reality she-- "So which movie are we watching," James asked casually. While she'd been contemplating

the way he made her feel they'd arrived at the movie theater. Violet quickly scanned the marquee.