Conflict of control (closed)

Nervously Alice held her teeth tightly against each other, afraid to make a sound that would betray what was going on. Right now all was safe, as Patrick wasn't putting much effort into things but she knew that would quickly change. She was happy there weren't too many people around so no one was sitting to close to them, but she was aware that such situation gave Patrick a lot more freedom to do as he wanted.

She kept her pose rather the same, not giving him any further invitation. But absolutely not stopping him either
 
Patrick knew he had Alice's mind racing. He knew she was nervous. He knew that she had no idea of what he would do next. He allowed his fingertips to slide up and down her inner thighs...teasing her...knowing he would get a positive reaction from her.
 
- "Mmm"

A soft sound escaped Alice and her legs spread slightly to give him easier access. It were not actions she had wanted to do, but her body had a mind of its own at times. She focused her attention to the screen, trying to distract herself from the feelings and witnessed how the female star of the movie seductively removed her clothing for her partner.

Some guy in the theatre whistled at the sight, immediately getting several shushing sounds from nearby people.
 
Patrick was happy about Alice's reaction to the touch of his fingertips to her inner thighs. He knew the inner struggle that was going on with her. Alice's mind was opposed to everything they had done and what he was doing now. Her mind wanted to fight for control. Her body on the other hand loved what he did to her, and wanted more.

He continued to caress her inner thighs with his fingertips. He loved the idea of teasing her and his fingertips moved higher, but he did not touch her lips. Then he would move his fingertips lower...sliding them down almost to her knees...before sliding them higher again...oh, so close to her silkiness.
 
Patrick's teasing had the effect he desired as Alice felt her body responding more and more and while she stared at the breasts on the screen, her body moved for Patrick's fingers.

- "Please..."

She whispered, hoping he would either end his teasing or gave his fingers the freedom to play with her. Of course the latter would give very many other trouble but her body didn't care about that.
 
Patrick had no intention of letting Alice off that easy. He was going to torture her and make her lose control. His fingers continued to move slowly along her inner thighs...teasing her continuously. He didn't turn to face her. Patrick continued to watch the movie, although he wasn't sure exactly what was going on. All he knew was that he was having the effect on Alice that he wanted.
 
With each touch and each second, Alice felt her control slip further away. Her pussy was burning to feel his fingers... stroking her lips... invading her... fingering her and the way her body moved showed that very clearly. At least to her and Patrick, hopefully no one else would notice.

- "Please..."

She whined again, still whispering but a bit louder than before. No longer it was a 'Please stop' versus a 'please touch me', but now it was only a 'please touch me'. If he stopped it would be torturous, but not as bad as the torture he was putting her through now.
 
She was getting close to where he wanted her, but she was not quite there. She wanted him to touch her pussy. She was almost to the point where she needed him to touch her pussy. He needed to make sure that she understood the difference.

Patrick kept moving his fingertips over her inner thighs. Now, he moved his fingers even higher...to the point that they were ever-so-close to touching her silky pussy. He knew by the way she moved her body that he was finally going to touch her pussy, but then he slid his fingers back down her thighs. He could sense her disappointment. Soon he would have her almost screaming from need.
 
- "No... please Patrick... touch me..."

She begged him, once again surrendering control to him. Still her voice was quiet enough that no one else should be able to overhear her but it was getting more and more risky. Especially now the hot encounter on the screen was over and went back to just innocent material.
 
"I'm sorry Alice. Did you say something? I wasn't able to hear you." Patrick pulled his fingers away from her thighs as he said that to Alice. He wanted to make sure that he drove her absolutely crazy. He wanted to make sure that her body totally overrode what her mind was telling her.
 
Another whimper left her as his fingers moved further away. Earlier she wouldn't have minded him stopping, but now it was torture.

- "Touch me... please... Patrick..."

She stated more clearly and a bit louder. Loud enough for the first shush, but clearly soft enough that people didn't understand her words.
 
"Did you say that you want me to touch you? Is that what you said? You sound like such a needy little slut Alice." The people around did not shush this time, because it was very obvious what he was saying. They were obviously shocked about what they heard, but Patrick could have cared less. He was training his little pet, and other people were of no concern to him.
 
Alice blushed and felt the looks of others on her. Right now she hated Patrick, but her body needed him. If her husband had talked to her like that... or anyone for that matter.. she would have slapped him hard and shown the world she was not a needy little slut.

With Patrick she couldn't do that... he had the videos, but more important... right now she did feel very much like a needy little slut. She just hated the way he let others know about that. She didn't dare to shush him however
 
Alice's silence and the fact that she was still sitting next to him showed Patrick that she was coming around. "It seems to me that your silence is confirming that you are a needy slut, Alice. Tell me...are you a needy slut? And if you are, tell me who you belong to and what you would like me to do to you."
 
She looked at him, aroused... angry... upset. She hated how he treated her and even more that she let him... and now was not any different. She looked at him for a while and then nodded.

- "Yes... I am your needy slut... I belong to you... please touch me..."

She kept her words a soft whisper, but now people were paying attention... even the softest whisper could be overheard
 
Patrick smiled to himself. He knew how pissed she was, and he knew that she would spend a great deal of time plotting how to get back at him. It was his intention to make sure that the videos that he held over her were not the reason she kept coming back to h I'm and doing what he told her to do. She was going to come to him because she needed him....mind and body. He reached over and allowed his fingertips to brush over her wet pussy lips.....momentarily. "Is that what you desire?"
 
A little sound escaped her as he touched her, showing better than any word could that she truly was his needy slut right now. And if it wasn't enough how her pussy betrayed her... her breasts and nipples also started to interfere. She hated how often they needed release, especially at times it was impossible to get that release.

She closed her eyes, trying to push the feelings away
 
Patrick paused for a second and then he brushed her pussy lips with his fingertips again. He was going to drive her out of her mind. By the time he was finished with her she would be screaming for him to let her cum. Her body was going to take total control over her mind, and she was going to need him more and more.
 
- "Can we... go... somewhere?"

Alice asked him, as quietly as she could. She was ready to cum, to be fucked, to be milked by him. She knew everyone would understand why they left, but right now that was less bad than staying here and suffering
 
"Where is it that you want to go pet? What do you want to do when we get there?" Patrick knew that he was pushing the envelope, but it was exactly what she needed in order to make sure she knew what her role was. She needed to understand that he was in total control, and that she was going to enjoy that.
 
- "Any... where... just... fuck me..."

She hissed at him, and with that she handed over the last bit of control she had over the situation. Right now she would do just about anything he would tell her... and most likely she would love it, as long it was rewarded with a passionate orgasm. At least for now... maybe even today.

Her pussy needed attention, her breasts demanded attentions
 
Patrick got up and walked out of the theatre. He assumed that Alice would follow him out. He made no eye contact with her as he walked away. Once outside, he stood next to her car. "Call the babysitter and tell her you will not be home tonight. Then go to the Ritz and get us a room. The most expensive one they have available. I will be waiting in the lobby for you." He walked to his car and drove away.
 
Alice felt like quite the slut as she followed him but at the same time knew that if Patrick turned around and told her to suck his cock there and then... she would. Everyone seemed to stare at her and she was happy once they were outside.

She obediently nodded to Patrick's instructions and made the call before going to the Ritz. Money was not an issue, the control was. And right now she did not have any. After getting a penthouse suite, she went to the lobby.
 
Patrick arrived at the hotel before Alice did. He sat in a chair where he could see her enter, but she would not see him right away. Patrick had chosen the Ritz because the agency used it quite often for clients and high end corporate types, and he was sure that Alice would be recognized there.

Patrick saw Alice looking around before she went to the desk. When she went to the counter to complete the registration, he moved closer to her. When she was finished and turned around, Patrick moved toward the elevator. He waited there for Alice to arrive and push the button for the elevator.
 
Alice was happy they had the elevator all for themselves, at least when they stepped in. She didn't dare to look at him and had the idea the elevator went torturously slow upwards. Still she felt her juices tease her pussy and slowly drip down her leg while her breasts still needed some relieve of the milk. Oh how she wished she could have gone home first to feed the little one
 
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