Chapter 3: Revenge
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The candlelight flickered, casting shifting shadows across the tablecloth, the wax pooling like molten gold in the brass holder. Hannah’s fingers traced the rim of her wineglass, the condensation beading against her skin, cool and slick. She exhaled slowly, her breath steadying as the last tremors of her climax faded, leaving her limbs heavy with satisfaction. The hum of the vibrator had finally stilled, the absence of its pulse almost as intoxicating as its presence had been.
She glanced toward the hallway where Jamie had disappeared, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. The restroom door creaked shut as he stepped out of it, the sound muffled by the thick velvet curtains that draped the entrance.
The candlelight flickered as he approached, casting long shadows that stretched across the table like fingers reaching for her. His dark eyes were alight with mischief, his lips still curved in that infuriatingly smug smile.
Hannah’s fingers tightened around the remote in her lap, her thumb hovering over the button just as Jamie reached their booth.
She pressed it.
The vibration hit him mid-step, a sharp, sudden pulse that made his shoulders tense and his breath catch. His free hand clenched at his side, knuckles whitening around the napkin he’d been carrying. The remote in *her* hand buzzed faintly against her palm, the connection between them now a two-way current.
*"Mmmmm—"* Jamie’s voice was low, rough, the word barely audible over the clink of silverware and the murmur of nearby conversations. He sank into the booth across from her, his movements suddenly deliberate, like he was trying to regain control. The candlelight flickered across his face, highlighting the flush creeping up his neck.
Hannah leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, her wineglass forgotten.
The candlelight played across her face, catching the mischievous glint in her eyes. "How does it feel?" she asked, her voice low and teasing, her thumb still resting lightly on the remote.
Jamie exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around the edge of the table. "You're evil," he murmured, but there was no real heat in his words—just a breathless, strained amusement.
Hannah laughed softly, the sound warm and rich, like the wine they'd been drinking. "Oh, come on. You love it."
Jamie's jaw clenched as another pulse shot through him, his body tensing in response.
His eyes locked onto Hannah's, dark and intense, as he fought to maintain his composure. The candlelight flickered between them, casting shifting shadows that seemed to dance in time with the vibrations coursing through him.
Hannah watched him with a slow, deliberate smile, her thumb hovering over the remote. She could see the way his breath hitched, the way his fingers dug into the tablecloth. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You're not going to let me win that easily, are you?"
Jamie exhaled sharply, his voice low and rough.
*"You're enjoying this way too much."*
Hannah smirked, swirling her wine glass with deliberate slowness. The candlelight caught the deep red liquid, making it shimmer like liquid rubies. *"Maybe. But you started it."*
His jaw tightened, but his eyes never left hers. The remote in his pocket buzzed again—just a flick, just enough to make her breath catch. The vibration between her thighs pulsed in response, slow and insistent, sending a fresh wave of heat through her. The sensation was intoxicating, the way their game had shifted from playful teasing to something far more intense.
Hannah could feel the heat between her thighs, the way her body responded to the vibrations, to the way Jamie was watching her. She took another slow sip of her wine, letting the cool liquid slide down her throat, trying to steady herself.
Jamie’s fingers tightened around the edge of the table, his knuckles whitening. The candlelight flickered across his face, casting shadows that made his expression seem even more intense. Hannah could see the way his breath hitched, the way his body tensed with each pulse of the vibrator. "You know, we could always call it a tie."
Jamie’s eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense.
The candlelight flickered between them, casting shifting shadows that seemed to dance in time with the vibrations coursing through them both.
*"A tie?"* Hannah repeated, her voice low and teasing, her thumb still resting lightly on the remote. *"Where’s the fun in that?"*
She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. *"I think we both know you owe me more a tie, Jamie."*
The vibration between her thighs pulsed again, sharp and sudden, as Jamie’s thumb brushed the remote in his pocket. Hannah gasped, her fingers tightening around the edge of the table. The candlelight flickered across her face, highlighting the flush creeping up her neck.
Hannah's thumb pressed down hard on the remote, and Jamie's body jerked in response, his back arching slightly against the booth's velvet upholstery. His fingers clawed at the tablecloth, crumpling the fine linen like he was trying to anchor himself to something solid.
"Fuck," he breathed, the word barely audible over the distant clatter of plates. The remote in his pocket buzzed again - this time with a higher intensity setting she'd just activated. His jaw clenched, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a mixture of frustration and something hotter, needier. The candlelight caught the sheen of perspiration forming on his forehead as his breath came in short, controlled bursts.
Hannah watched him with a slow, deliberate smile, her own pulse quickening as she felt the vibrations between her thighs respond to her movements. The game had shifted - no longer just playful teasing, but something more primal, more charged.
Hannah's thumb pressed down hard on the remote, not just a flick this time but a deliberate, sustained press that sent the vibrator between his thighs into overdrive. The sudden surge of intensity made him gasp, his free hand gripping the edge of the table as the sensation pulsed through his entire body.
The candlelight flickered between them, casting shifting shadows that seemed to dance in time with the relentless vibrations.
Jamie's breath came in short, controlled bursts, his dark eyes locked onto Hannah's with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. The remote in her hand buzzed faintly against her palm, a constant reminder of the power she held—and the way he was responding to it.
Hannah leaned back in her chair, swirling her wine with deliberate slowness. The deep red liquid caught the light, swirling like liquid rubies in the glass. she murmured, her voice low and teasing.
*"You're not going to last much longer, are you?"*
Jamie's fingers tightened around the edge of the table, his knuckles whitening. His breath came in short, controlled bursts, but she could see the way his body was responding—the way his muscles tensed beneath his crisp dress shirt, the way his dark eyes burned into hers.
Hannah smirked, his silence telling her everything she needed to know.
She let the remote's low hum fill the space between them, a teasing threat. "I could just keep going," she said, her voice a conspiratorial whisper across the table. "Let's see how long you can last in a room full of people enjoying their carbonara."
Jamie’s jaw tightened, a muscle feathering as another wave of sensation hit him. "That’s a dangerous game," he managed, his words strained.
"Everything fun is," Hannah countered, her thumb resting lightly on the button.
She watched the conflict play out across his face—the desire to let go warring with the sheer practicality of their public setting. The candlelight caught the deepening flush on his neck, the quickening rise and fall of his chest beneath his shirt. He was close, and they both knew it.
"Or," she said, leaning in as if sharing a secret, "we could make a deal."
His eyes, dark and focused, locked onto hers. "What kind of deal?"
"I stop right now, before you make a mess in those nice trousers." Her gaze was steady, playful but serious. "In exchange, you're mine. For the whole rest of the night. No arguments, no negotiations. You do what I say."
Another intense pulse made him suck in a sharp breath, his fingers gripping the table's edge. The need for release was a palpable force between them, a tightening coil. He gave a single, frantic nod. "Yes.Okay. Please."
Hannah released the button instantly. The abrupt silence was jarring, a vacuum filled only by the distant restaurant chatter and Jamie's heavy, relieved exhale. A fine tremor ran through his hands where they lay flat on the table.
"Good," she said, her voice soft with promise. She stood, gathering her purse and leaving cash on the table."Let's go. The car. Now."
Hannah didn’t wait for a reply, turning on her heel and weaving through the candlelit tables with purposeful speed. Jamie followed, the charged silence between them thicker than the restaurant’s aroma of garlic and basil.
The cool night air hit them in the quiet parking lot, a sharp contrast to the warm tension coiling in the car. Hannah fumbled with the keys, her hands unsteady with anticipation, and unlocked the doors with a sharp click.
“Get in the back,” she said, her voice leaving no room for debate. Jamie slid across the smooth leather, the familiar scent of their car—clean upholstery and her forgotten coffee cup—now feeling charged and unfamiliar. Hannah climbed in behind him, shutting the door and plunging them into a dim, intimate silence broken only by their breathing.
“Take off your pants. I want to see your cock. Now.” she said, the firm command slicing through the quiet. Jamie exhaled, a shaky, surrendering sound, and fumbled with his belt and zipper in the confined dark. The soft rustle of fabric was loud in the stillness.
He was already hard, just as she knew he would be, the evidence of their restaurant game still taut and eager. Hannah didn’t hesitate, lowering her mouth to him, her tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path that made his hips jerk against the seat. She took her time, her movements practiced and knowing, each flick and suck a calculated extension of her control.
Jamie’s fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding but grasping, his breaths becoming ragged, pleading gasps. “Hannah, I’m—” he choked out, but she just increased her pace, swallowing him deeper until his warning dissolved into a helpless groan. His climax hit him, a sharp, full-body shudder, and she took every pulse of it, swallowing until he was spent and softening in her mouth.
She pulled back, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes glinting in the faint light from a distant streetlamp. She grinned at him deviously. “I couldn’t just leave you like that, I’m not heartless after all. You have until we get home to be hard again though” she stated, her voice calm and impossibly cool. She slid out of the back seat, leaving him breathless and rearranging his clothes, before slipping into the driver’s seat and starting the engine.