It’s our first night out with friends in a long time. Quarantine’s been rough, but at least we’ve had each other. It’s nice and warm tonight and we decided it’s safe enough to hit up a patio for beers with our old group of pals among all this pandemic madness.

Halfway through my first drink I get a notification. Without thinking much of it, I pull out my phone to check, assuming it’s a meme someone posted in group chat. But it’s from you, even though you’re sitting right across from me.

“You’d better be ready for what's coming to you as soon as we get home. I’m going to pin you down and take you so fucking hard. I’m going to make you beg for me to cum in your filthy little whore mouth.”

I almost drop my phone, I’m flustered and shocked. I blush a deep red instantly and stare daggers at you as you’re in the middle of telling a story to our friends. You don’t even bother to look me in the eye or toss me a smirk. You don’t even acknowledge me.

I don’t reply.

The server comes by and brings another round when my phone lights up again. Text from you. I lower the brightness all the way before discreetly reading it under the table. I’m not making the same mistake as last time.

“Your complexion is back to normal. Can’t let that stay for long. I need you to be flush and sweaty and screaming my name tonight.”

I look up and catch you smiling adoringly at me. I look back down, new message.

“I’m going to tear your clothes off, and pull your panties off with my teeth. After I make you cum the first time, I’m going to blanket you in kisses, covering every inch of skin. From the tip of your head to your taint, I’m going to taste every bit of you. I'll catch all the juices that drip out from your pussy on my tongue before making you cum again with my mouth.”

I reply back, “Okay I get it, but can we stop with the texts right now? Someone could easily see these.”

1 new message.

“That's the fun, isn't it? I need your panties to be soaked through by the time we leave. I’m not going to stop until you’re a wet, whimpering, submissive mess. Ready to crawl to me. Ready to please me. Ready to do anything for me.”

I reply, “You’re relentless.”

“That’s right, my sweet little slut. I’m relentless for you.”

I squirm in my seat, partly from embarrassment and partly from arousal. I have no idea what's going on in our group's conversation.

1 new message.

“The more perturbed you are, the harder I get. If my words can make you lose your composure, imagine what my cock can do to you. I’m going to melt your mind so the only words you can muster are 'Fuck me, Daddy.’”

I swallow hard. I can ignore you, just watch me.

…that lasts all of one minute. I can’t help it. I’m curious. I love the attention, the rush of adrenaline. You knew I’d like this game, didn’t you? Just one quick check to see if there’s anything new…

“Imagine us now. My hips driving into you, over and over. You want to sink right onto my lap, you want to ride my cock right now, don’t you? Can’t you just feel it inside you? That throbbing when I pulse for you, when you’re getting close and you tighten up around me? I can practically feel your warmth and wetness around me now.”

I have to pretend to cough to stifle a soft moan that escapes involuntarily as I read your words. This has gone way too far. My screen lights up again.

“Good girl. You look so cute trying to keep a straight face, struggling to remain cool while your body temperature rises. But you look even better under me, being pressed into the mattress as I grip your hair and smack your tight ass.”

I black screen my phone, drop it in my purse, and zip it shut to continue with my conversation with our friends. I pretend you haven’t utterly lost your mind and I'm not completely dripping between my legs.

As you get up to pay the bill, you slide by me. Your hands graze my waist and your fingers dig into my side possessively. Your lips come to my ear and your whisper makes the hairs on my neck stand up.

“You’d better check your phone one last time, darling,” you warn me before leaving a soft kiss on the side of my head. We look adorable, don’t we?

I unzip my bag and glance down at your final note.

“I’m going to force feed you my cock in 15 minutes, no matter where we are and who’s around. If you want to be home by then, we'd better leave now.”

Attached is a screenshot of the timer you've set.

With that, I wish our friends a safe evening and race out the door, tailing you home to culminate this evening.