Table for Two, Please: A Daring Domination at Dinner

I crossed the room, his gaze on me… possessive… unyielding.

He had chosen this place, this night, to show me off—his perfect prize in an upscale restaurant brimming with the city's elite. Each whispered command sent a shiver of excitement down my spine, a public display of his complete control over me.

As our night deepened, so did the game. "Proceed," he'd murmur, pushing me to the brink of daring in a room full of innocent eyes. His words were my undoing, demanding and possessive. My submission promised a reward, a sweet release with his masterful fingers that will push me to limits I hadn't dared cross.

Under the cloak of opulence, he orchestrated a symphony of arousal and dominance that left me no choice but to surrender to his will. Would I fall in love with his game or be caught and humiliated?