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“Relax, little one. It’s secluded back here. Nobody can see or hear us.”

He was right. It was a very private corner they were in, but her face was still red with embarrassment. Carrie closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath before she gave him a shy smile and said, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m so anxious. I wish we had just gone to Exposure instead of dinner. I’m too nervous to eat.”

Peter gripped her hand. “It’s perfectly normal to be nervous when you’re about to do something you’re unsure about. I thought dinner first would be a good way to ease you into things. After we order our food, we’ll talk about how tonight is going to work and what I expect, OK?”

Carrie nodded just as the waiter approached. They both ordered the steak, salad, and a glass of wine. “We’ll limit ourselves to one glass of wine. I don’t want either of us impaired during our playtime. We can grab another drink at the bar after we’re done if we want to.”

The waiter brought their wine in a hurry and when they were alone again, Peter picked up her hand. The warmth of it soothed her and she willed herself to push her shoulders down and relax. At least until he spoke again.

“Time to talk about tonight’s rules, little one.”

She sucked in a breath and nodded.

“First, you’ll call me Sir at all times. I think you understand that one.” She nodded. It was one of the most common D/s rules there was. His eyes were stern as he continued laying out his expectations.

“Along those same lines, I don’t want any sass out of you tonight. I know you like your sass and sarcasm, but I want you on your best behavior. You can laugh, you can joke, you can have fun, just be respectful and remember your role. If I have to remind you to watch your mouth more than once, you get a clothespin on the tongue. If I have to remind you a third time, I’ll spank you. And if that doesn’t work, I’ve got some great gags that will shut you up. If I have to use one, it won’t come out until we leave the party and our scene will get a lot less pleasurable for you. Do you understand?”

He sounded so damn loud even though he was talking in a low tone. She was convinced everyone in the restaurant could hear them. But he stared patiently at her until she acknowledged him. “Yes, Sir.”

“Next, you will only drink water at the party until after we play. No alcohol and no soda, and definitely no coffee.” Her nose crinkled at that rule, but she nodded anyway. She had promised total submission for one night and that’s what she was aiming for. They’d been playing with power exchange at his apartment at night, but things were ramping up tonight and he wanted her to try one full day in complete surrender.

“One more rule. You don’t come without my permission. However, you’re also not allowed to ask for an orgasm. Your pleasure is completely in my hands tonight.”

Carrie was glad he wasn’t going to make her beg for an orgasm. She hated begging. The waiter brought their food and wine, and they ate while Carrie told him about her plans for Sunday. They would drive a few hours outside of D.C. to an amusement park to spend the day.

“When was the last time you rode a roller coaster?” Carrie asked.

Peter shrugged. “I think I was seventeen, so pretty close to a decade.”

“And when was your last vacation?” She sliced through the tender stack and stabbed it with her fork.

“I get thirty days off in a row. I’m on vacation all the time.”

Carrie shook her head. “No, silly. I mean like a planned trip out of town to do something fun.”

“Oh. That would be a few years ago when I moved mom and dad to Hawaii.”

Carrie fought the urge to bang her head on the table. “You pour soul. We have to get you out more. Moving your parents into a new place is not a vacation.”

“What? I went snorkeling. It counts.”

Carrie giggled and swallowed the last of her wine. “Why did they move to Hawaii?”

Peter’s expression went blank. He didn’t like talking about his family.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to pry.”

He reached for her hand. “It’s fine. I just don’t want to bring the mood down. It’s not an easy subject. We have several hours in the car on Sunday. I’ll tell you more then.”

That was enough for Carrie. She didn’t need him to spill his guts right away. Just the promise that he was willing put her at ease.

As they were finishing up their meal, Peter leaned way across the table and motioned for her to come closer to him. When she did, he whispered in her ear.

“I want you to go to the bathroom and masturbate until you are close to an orgasm. By the time you get back, I’ll have the bill paid and we’ll be ready to leave.”

Carrie’s face turned bright red as he lifted a hand and trailed a finger down her cheek. “Go. Now.” His expression was stern, and he quirked one eyebrow up as if he were daring her to defy him. She stood and her legs wobbled as she scanned the restaurant, looking for the bathrooms. When she spotted them, she turned to walk away, but he grabbed her hand.

“And just so you know, I’ll be checking to see if you complied when we get to the car. If I think you disobeyed me, you won’t get to come at all tonight.” Carrie’s mouth fell open. How was he going to check?

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