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Carefully flipping the pages of the leather-wrapped menu the waiter had handed to Steven and you a couple of minutes ago, you heard the man sitting in front of you huff.
“What’s a bloody vegan gonna eat in a steakhouse?” Steven mimicked the insensitive words his pain-in-the-ass boss Donna had thrown at him the other day.
The more Steven had told you about her, the more you disliked that woman for being a condescending twat. She clearly was very narrow-minded when she thought it was a silly idea to take you out to a steakhouse just because he preferred not to eat any animal related products.
“Stupid goose.”, Steven mumbled, obviously still agitated by Donna’s antics “Look, there’s plenty of beautiful salads on the menu and who am I to say no to a very charming serving of chips? They even offer vegan mayonnaise!”
His little fuss elicited a small chuckle from you, because Steven took everything to heart… sometimes more than for his own good necessary.
“Steven..”, you lowered the menu so you could peak over it’s edge across the table “She’s not worth your thoughts and besides, I’m really happy that you took me here.”
To support your words, you threw him a warm smile and a small nod.
A sigh fell from his lips as his eyes locked with yours for a moment. He still had that sparkle in his eyes, looking at you as if it was the first time he took you out on a date. Steven had this very special, unadulterated beam of affection whenever he looked at you and even after months of dating him it never failed to make you heart skip a beat.
“I’m glad to hear that, love.” He responded, the frown on his forehead softening out.
“Let’s just have a good night out. We both deserve that.”
Steven nodded at that before he lowered his focus back onto the menu. You were sure to notice a faint flush of red on his cheeks and you bit your tongue to withhold a satisfied grin.
First and foremost he deserved this night out because he’d been such a good boy for you the past weeks.
After getting to know him it didn’t take much to figure out that Steven Grant from the gift shop liked to be guided by a bit more of a firm hand and you gladly had taken that place. The both of you complemented each other in that way very well. So, to test your good boy’s patience a bit you had proposed the idea of a little chastity to him. To that Steven had excitedly agreed, whereas Marc, let alone Jake weren’t the biggest enthusiasts of this game to say the least. Eventually both of them had stopped their little frustration tantrum because, even though you also knew and got along well with Marc and Jake, it was mainly Steven you were dating and the other two came to terms with taking a step back.
After studying your own menu once more, you reached out to a waiter, letting them know you were ready to order. While Steven had decided on a large portion of thick-cut chips with a serving of said vegan mayonnaise in addition to a grilled veggie sandwich, you treated yourself to a rump steak with a salad on the side. You wrapped up your order with the waiter’s recommendation for a bottle of red wine since neither of you were big in the wine game.
“Did you know…”, It nearly bursted out of Steven as soon as the waiter had left “In ancient Egypt people mainly had only breakfast and dinner? They started their day with bread and beer.”
“That doesn’t sound all to bad, does it?” You snickered not only at the info given but also at seeing Steven taking the next best opportunity to talk about what he was passionate about. You enjoyed hearing about all that he had to tell. It reminded you of your childhood hyperfixation with ancient Egypt that sadly died along the way. Almost even more you loved seeing his face lighten up whenever he had the chance to just ramble without any judgment or fear of being annoying and that, for sure, he was not.
“And what about dinner?” You asked, reassuring him that you wanted to hear more about it.
A wide smile spread across Steven’s clean shaven face and with an undeniable enthusiasm he continued: “Dinner was more of an opulent thing. Of course, more beer and bread but also different meats and vegetables. Preferably garlic, scallions, cucumbers and turnips. And…”, He playfully rose one of his defined eyebrows “Back then it would’ve been quite a big no-no what we are doing here.”
“Oh, how come?” You responded with a curious smile playing around your lips while leaning your face into the palm of one hand.
“Since we aren’t married we would’ve gotten separated by gender for one of those fancy banquets.” Steven reciprocated, his gaze slowly turning to the side from where a waiter was approaching, ready to pour two glasses of wine.
Both of you thanked the waiter after they elegantly filled both glasses with deep red liquid and left the bottle at the table.
“Appears a bit prude to me.”, You stated while rasing your glass towards Steven “Cheers to being in the here and now then, hm?”
“Cheers to that and… cheers to us.”
The filigree glasses clinked against each other.
“Cheers to us.” You repeated, guiding the glass to your lips and taking a sip.
To your relief it didn’t take too long for the food to arrive. As nice as sitting there and chatting with Steven was, your stomach had already been rumbling as you arrived at the restaurant. After taking a few bites out of your steak, you were sure to have ordered the right thing because it was without any doubt truly delicious. Now that you had stilled the most pressing needs of your stomach your attention shifted back to Steven, who was gleefully munching away on some chips.
Holding back a mischievous grin, you slowly slipped one foot out of the heels that you were wearing and stretched your leg towards Steven’s. Your toes gently nudged his knee and upon that he coughed under his breath, almost getting a piece of fried potato stuck in his throat.
“How are the chips?” You asked, your voice laced with play-pretend innocence.
“They.. uh… they are great!” Steven mumbled, a faint rush of confusion washing over his features.
“How’s the steak?” He asked in return, his eyes transfixed on his plate.
“Oh, it’s really enjoyable.” With your response your foot rose a bit higher towards the inside of his thigh.
In the span of seconds Steven’s cheeks flushed red.
“Is everything alright, dear?”
“Sure, I- I’m aces.” He already sounded close to tripping over his own words and you had to pull yourself together so hard as not to let a laugh slip over your tongue.
“I’m glad to hear that. I’ve put you through quite the hassle the last few weeks, hm?”
“Ah, no, it- it’s, I’ve been… it’s all good.” Steven huffed, not yet daring to look up from his plate as you deliberately caressed his slacks-clad thigh underneath the luxurious eggshell-white table cloth.
Tonight he served quite a look in his button up shirt and a fancy burgundy tie. As per usual he really was trying his best when it came to you and you couldn’t be more grateful for all the effort he put into pleasing you.
“I gotta say…”, You stated with a carefully low voice after taking a good sip from your glass “You’ve really been such a good boy for me, Steven.”
Now not only his cheeks were flushed, but his entire face got covered in a flustered red at which your heart started pounding faster.
“Have I… ma'am?” His ever so softly murmured words sent a shiver down your spine.
“Oh yes, you have.” With that your self-control eventually crumbled into nothingness and you let your foot glide right towards his crotch.
A gasp fell from both of your mouths as you gently stroke across his slacks where his already painfully hard cock was straining against the soft fabric.
“And I think you finally deserve a reward for that.” This time you didn’t even try to withhold the mischievous excitement in your voice.
Apparently it hit Steven right where it should because as your words seeped into his mind, his silver fork fell out of his grip and hit the table with a muffled thud.
“Ts-ts…” , You clicked your tongue “Keep it together, Steven, c'mon.”
His hand was visibility trembling as he picked up the cutlery again.
“That’s right…. now please enjoy your meal before it’s getting cold.” You administered, while slowly rubbing against his hard on.
“I- I don’t think I can…” The letters leaving his mouth were barely even more than a chocked back moan.
“Oh, I’m sure you can.”
You recognised his heavy breathing as he tried his best to push the fork into a pile of chips, guiding the stacked food to the little bowl of mayonnaise.
The weeks of abstinence had surely left him desperate and aching for relief. You felt his need for it right underneath your foot as it stroke up and down his length.
“Please…” Steven’s raspy voice pleaded.
“Please what?” You arched your eyebrows “You should look at me when you talk to me.”
Yet again his face changed into an even deeper, more embarrassed shade of red. His lips pressed down onto one another before he slowly dragged his eyes from the delicate porcelain plate to meet your stern glare.
In that very moment you wouldn’t have traded whatever riches for the sight right in front of you. Steven was but puddle in need for your loving touch, his pupils blown with lust.
“Please..”, He started anew, “I- I can’t take much more…”
“Oh, poor puppy.”, You administered a tad more pressure to your foot “So worried about what everyone around will think, huh?”
He nodded, hardly able to keep his composure.
“Then you better behave yourself.”
You didn’t break from his eyes while you wouldn’t stop torturing him underneath the table, rubbing over his throbbing cock again and again. Small droplets of sweat were forming on his forehead while his jaw clenched and flat breaths left through his nose.
“Oh lord…” Steven pressed through gritted teeth, his hands wrapping around the cutlery so hard that you thought he’d snap it right in half.
“Be a good puppy for me. Just let go. We both know you need it.”
Steven’s gaze drilled into yours, a watery sheen spreading across his eyes. God, he was about to fall apart inbetween so many people who had no idea what was going on.
“Ma'am!” He exhaled in a low moan right before you felt him spilling his pent up seed onto himself.
The warm load soaked his boxers and through his slacks until you felt the wetness on the sole of your foot.
“What a good boy…” You exhaled, feeling the thrill of the situation ripple through your body.
“And now, eat up… you don’t want to miss dessert, do you?”