The restaurant was dimly lit soft jazz, sparkling chandeliers, red wine breathing beside their plates. Janelle sat across from Mirabel, legs crossed, cheeks flushed. Not from the wine.
But from the toy inside her.
Remote. Hidden. And fully under Mirabel's control.
She looked like a goddess Mirabel, not touching her food, sipping her wine slowly, eyes sharp and possessive. Watching Janelle squirm like a good girl pretending to be innocent in public.
Then the waiter came.
He smiled too much.
"Is everything okay with your meal, miss?"
He looked at Janelle. Not Mirabel.
His eyes dropped to her neckline. Too slow. Too damn obvious.
And Janelle… laughed. Nervously, but she did.
Just a tiny laugh.
That was all it took.
Mirabel pressed the remote.
Full vibration. No mercy. No warning.
Janelle choked on her wine. Her hand flew to the tablecloth, gripping it, knuckles white. Her thighs clenched tight. But she didn't make a sound barely held it in.
The waiter blinked. "Are you okay?"
"She's fine," Mirabel said, voice smooth like silk hiding a blade.
Her eyes never left Janelle.
"I think the food is too hot for her."
The waiter chuckled and walked off.
The moment he turned away, Mirabel leaned in, just slightly.
"You like being smiled at, don't you?" Her voice was ice under fire. "You laugh when another man looks at you? Right in front of me?"
Janelle shook her head, lips trembling. "No
no, I didn't."
Click.
Another vibration. Deeper this time.
"You're not allowed to speak unless I tell you to," Mirabel said, pulling back her chair. "We're leaving."
"But we haven't."
Click. The toy went higher.
Janelle stood up fast. Embarrassingly fast.
Mirabel didn't touch her. Didn't help her up. Just stood and walked, heels echoing like punishment.
Janelle followed. Head bowed. Legs barely steady. Her whole body on fire.
The night was far from over.
And mercy wasn't coming.
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To be continued