Thanks to an anonymous user for requesting this story. They were a pleasure to work with.
Contains: light dominant/submissive, orgasm control.
"So," Sonia said, running a finger along the rim of her wine glass. She glanced at the nearby diners in the soft-lit restaurant and lowered her voice to a murmur. "I had an idea for tonight."
Clara smiled as she used her knife to saw off a piece of her steak. "Me too. Several, actually."
A tiny shiver of excitement ran through Sonia, and she tried to stay focused. "I'm looking forward to them... but I was thinking we could play a game."
"Oh?"
"If one of us is a big enough tease and makes the other impatient, the one who kept their composure gets to be... in charge."
Clara's eyebrows shot up as she chewed her bite of steak. The background murmur of the restaurant was the only noise for a few moments. "You want to be in charge?"
Sonia felt a warm blush rising to her cheeks. "Well... the chance to be. I thought it would be fun to try something different for our anniversary."
Clara smiled. "I have to admit, I'm curious. I can hardly imagine you bossing me around... in the bedroom, at least." Her smile turned impish. "I'm not going to make it easy for you, though. I have to make you impatient?"
Sonia's heart quickened as she felt her wife's shoe teasing up her leg, hidden from the rest of the restaurant by the long tablecloth. Five seconds in and her mind was already filled with fantasies, but she fought to control her wild imagination.
Don't think about her touching you. Don't think about her getting underneath the table. Oh God, definitely don't think about her just bending you over her lap right now, in front of everyone... Dominant thoughts, Sonia!
She treated her wife to her best sultry smile and slipped off her own high heel, sending her bare foot under and up Clara's dress to brush her warm thigh. Sonia almost grinned at the way her wife's expression changed. She picked up her fork, gathering up a bite of her fish before casting a glance across the table. "Your steak's getting cold, baby."
Clara broke into a smile. "You're serious about this, huh?"
Their game of footsie only got more intense as they worked through their meal. By the time their plates were cleaned, their chairs were scooted into the table for the best reach, and Sonia could feel a wet heat between her legs that was pleading for satisfaction. They were both breathing faster, their faces flushed, but the appearance of the waiter with the check called for a pause in their mutual teasing.
"I need to use the bathroom," Sonia murmured once her card was returned, meeting her wife's eyes.
"Me too." Clara stood up with her and followed her to the ladies' room, walking with a little more haste than was wise with her heels. They really
did
have to go after several glasses of wine and water, but when Sonia went to wash her hands, she felt a warm body press against her back as arms slipped around her waist.
"Mm, you little tease," Clara purred, planting tingly little kisses along her wife's bared neck. "Are you sure you're not the impatient one, kitten? I can tell you want it
so bad...
"
Sonia's gaze flickered to the bathroom door even as she shivered with excitement. They were alone now, but there was every chance of being interrupted. "Baby..."
Her wife's hand slid up to squeeze her breast through her dress, drawing out a tiny gasp. Sonia met her wife's hungry blue eyes in the mirror and swallowed hard, her heart racing. Clara wasn't wrong. It was taking a lot of effort to put up even the pretense of a fight, but as long as she didn't just melt... She reached back to grab handfuls of her wife's curvy ass, earning a low growl and a nip on her neck that left her weak in the knees.
The bathroom door opening made them suddenly spring apart, blushing like schoolgirls. The middle-aged Asian woman who came in barely spared them a glance, but Sonia felt like the red lipstick marks on her neck were glowing neon against her dark skin. The possibility of being caught was hot; actually being caught was not. Clara giggled and grabbed her wife's hand, leading her outside as Sonia hastily wiped at her neck. They hurried through the restaurant with heated faces, heading to their car in the dark parking lot. Clara made like she was going to open the passenger door for Sonia, then pinned her up against it, her fingers weaving in Sonia's carefully arranged black hair to steal a fierce kiss.
"Steak," Sonia murmured.
"Fish," Clara agreed with a wry smile. "Mints?"
"In the car."
"Gah..." Clara pulled her into another hot but shallower kiss, her soft hands cupping Sonia's face. And another kiss, and another, until they were just making out like teenagers against the door of the sedan. Sonia pulled away to pant a little, brushing a lock of brown hair from her wife's face.
"My heels are killing me..."
"Me too," Clara murmured, her hands sliding down to give Sonia's ass a squeeze. She opened the door to the backseat and started guiding her wife towards it.
Sonia laughed. "How about