The Arcade (Dirty 1st Dates)

by Harley Laroux

He smiled, his chin resting on the palm of his hand and his thumb rubbing idly along his lower lip. “You look really cute when you’re embarrassed, Violet. Wiggling in your seat like you don’t know what to do with yourself, barely looking at me. If it makes you feel any better, your secret is safe with me. We all need an outlet.”

“How does it feel, Violet?” he asked softly. “Do you like this? Or does it scare you?” “It terrifies me,” I said, not daring to bring my voice above a whisper. I knew people were looking, but suddenly I didn’t care. What mattered was answering his question. What mattered was making it as clear as I could that this was exactly what I wanted. “It terrifies me but I love it. It feels...dirty. And humiliating. But that’s what I deserve, right?”

“Good girl” had such an instant, overwhelmingly positive effect on me. It was a burst of joy straight to my brain, so strong that I wanted to whimper and bury my face against him just to hide the ridiculously happy expression that was taking over my face.

“I’m going to make you cum until you can’t stand, and then I’m going to fuck your limp, overstimulated body until you’re all used up. Understand?”