Plugged In Public

Plugged in Public

I wrote this a long time ago but I still like it, enjoy!

“Okay, you are not ready for this,” I said, leaning across the table, my voice low, eyes burning. Sara set her latte down, already grinning, practically vibrating with curiosity.

“God, tell me everything,” she begged, leaning in close.

I could feel my pulse race just thinking about it. “Last night... I met him. That guy. You know.”

Sara’s eyes sparkled. “Ohhh, this is gonna be good, isn’t it?”

“Better. Way fucking better.” I blew out a shaky breath. “So I’m getting ready—just a cute dress, feeling flirty but nothing wild—and as I’m about to head out, he texts me: ‘Wear the plug you showed me.’ Just like that. No emoji. No softening. Just... command.”

Sara’s jaw dropped. “Stop.”

“Oh, he did not stop. And the craziest part? I did it. I fucking did it, Sara. I slid it in, standing there in front of the mirror like—am I really this girl now? My heart was racing, my thighs were shaking... and it felt so dirty, I was dripping before I even left.”

“Bitch.” Sara’s voice was a sharp whisper, eyes wide. “I’m obsessed already. What did he say when you told him?”

I swallowed, my pulse thudding hard. “I texted: ‘On my way.’ And he just replied: ‘Good girl.’ That was it. Two words. But holy fuck, Sara... it hit so deep. I was wet, I was aching. It was like I was already his before I even saw him.”

Sara pressed her hand to her chest. “Oh my God. Okay, then what? Did he do anything when you got there?”

I bit my lip, heat rushing back like I was right there again. “He was already at the bar. Leaning back, drink in hand, looking like he knew. The second his eyes hit me... that smile? Fucking lethal. He hugged me—and his hand dipped low,just enough to graze the top of my ass. Right over it. His mouth brushed my ear and he whispered, ‘You look incredible. And I bet you feel even better.’”

Sara made an actual choking noise. “Shut up. Did he bring it up again? Did he... say anything?”

“Not at first,” I said, voice shaking with the memory. “We sat, ordered drinks, talking like normal people... but every shift of my hips, every single time I crossed my legs—I felt it. That stretch, that constant pressure. And I knew he knew.”

“Oh my God,” Sara hissed.

“And then—God.” I closed my eyes, heart pounding all over again. “He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck, and said, ‘Clench for me.’ Just like that. Casual as hell, like he was asking about my drink.”

Sara’s eyes went huge. “AT THE BAR?”

“At the fucking bar,” I laughed breathlessly. “And girl... I did it. I clenched. And his eyes? He looked at me like I was his toy. Like he owned me.”

“Jesus,” Sara muttered, fanning herself. “Okay but what happened after? Did you leave together?”

I shook my head, biting down on a grin. “Not exactly. He walked me to my car. It was dark, quiet. And he didn’t waste a second. He pressed me up against the door, his body so tight against mine. His hands? Straight to my ass. Full grip. And then...”

Sara’s nails dug into my arm. “Tell me.”

“He spread me open. Like... fully. Right there. His fingers slid between my thighs and he growled, ‘Just making sure it’s still where it should be.’”

Sara gasped, eyes wild. “NO.”

“Oh, yeah. And then—*oh my God, Sara—*he pressed it deeper. His fingers... they slipped lower, felt how soaked I was. He didn’t even say anything at first. Just this deep, dirty laugh. Like he knew.”

Sara had her hand over her mouth, practically shaking. “You’re killing me. Did you guys...?”

“He kissed me. Hard. Hands gripping my ass, holding me open. I’ve never felt so... exposed, so fucking turned on. He didn’t take me home. Not that night. But the way he looked at me when I got in the car? Like he was already planninghow to ruin me next.”

Sara groaned, fanning herself wildly. “I can’t. You have to see him again. And you have to tell me every filthy detail.”

“Oh, you’ll be the first to know,” I promised, pulling out my phone, my heart already hammering just thinking about what might be next.