Get in a limo and head toward the dance

Ashley's hand slides up your thigh, her fingertips grazing the lace of your dress. You feel the heat of her touch through the fabric, and your cock, already straining against the confines of your panties, starts to throb even more. She leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "You're going to be so good tonight," she whispers, her voice dripping with desire. "Everyone's going to know that you're mine."

The limo ride to the prom is a blur of stolen kisses and secret caresses, the anticipation of the night ahead building with every passing minute. You can't stop thinking about Garvin and what he might do when he sees you dressed like this. But the fear is overshadowed by the excitement of being Ashley's plaything, her secret toy for the night.

When you arrive at the prom, the lights and music hit you like a wall of sensory overload. The buzzing in your ass is now a constant presence, a reminder of the naughty little secret you're hiding from everyone. You hold onto Ashley's hand tightly, her grip reassuring and possessive.

As you walk through the doors, heads turn and whispers follow. You can feel the eyes of your classmates on you, you wonder if they can tell who you are. Or are they thinking who the new hot piece of ass is. You try to ignore them, focusing on the prize, the woman holding your hand, dressed in a naughty dress that makes her look like a angelic dominatrix.

Ashley leads you to the dance floor, the pounding bass of the music setting the pace for your pulse. She presses you against her, her firm breasts pushing into your chest as you sway to the rhythm. The vibrations from the plug are driving you wild, each beat of the music syncing with the buzz in your ass. You can feel your orgasm building, but you know you can't let it happen here, not yet.

Garvin's eyes bore into you from across the room, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he watches you in your dress. You can't help but feel a thrill of victory at the sight of his jealousy. He's surrounded by his entourage, looking every bit the popular jock he's always been, but you know the truth. You're the one who's been with Ashley, the one who's been her secret pleasure. He hangs out with his old friends as he a bit older than everyone here.

The song changes to a slower tempo, and Ashley pulls you closer, her hips grinding against yours. You can feel her hardness against your thigh, and you know she's enjoying the feeling.

"Oooo. Are you okay?" Ashley asks, noticing your squirm.

"Y-yeah," you manage to reply, your voice a little shakier than usual. "It's just... the dress." Even though it really the hard on poking a little towards in your small dress.

Her grin widens, knowing full well what's really going on. "It's okay, baby," she murmurs, her voice low and soothing. "You're doing so good for me."

The dance goes on, and with every step, the vibrations from the butt plug intensify, making it harder and harder to keep your cool. Ashley's hands roam your body, her touch electric. She's playing you like a fiddle, and you're loving every second of it.

As the night wears on, you can feel the eyes of the other students on you, their whispers and glances a constant reminder of your secret. But it's the thought of Garvin watching that really send goosebumps across your forearm.