She picks her out fit for dinner

Leslie enters her walking closet letting her bath robe fall to the floor. As she looks at the out fits hanging on the hangers she removes what Craig said to wear something sexy and slutty with easy access. Leslie looks through all of panties and Leslie trying to find something to wear to make Craig happy. Something sexy and slutty but nice enough to wear to dinner. Leslie’s finds her outfit for dinner.

Leslie’s fingers brush over silky fabrics, her breath shallow with anticipation. She pauses at a sheer black bodysuit, the lace trim teasing against her skin as she pulls it from the hanger. The plunging neckline and open-crotch design make her cheeks flush—*exactly* what Craig wanted. She steps into it slowly, shivering as the cool material clings to her curves. Next, she selects a pair of thigh-high stockings, the delicate garter straps snapping into place with a whisper against her thighs. A short, tight red dress follows, the hem barely skimming her over fat round ass as she zips it up.

As she finishes up getting ready she hears Craig he was at home and enters the bedroom where she is getting ready. The sharp click of the bedroom door opening makes Leslie’s breath hitch. She turns just as Craig steps inside, his dark eyes raking over her—the way the red dress strains against her chest, the flash of lace-trimmed thigh where the hem rides up. His lips curl in approval.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, crossing the room in three strides. His fingers graze the curve of her hip, dragging the fabric higher, exposing the black garter straps biting into her soft skin.

Before we go I have something for you Craig said it was a wireless remote control vibrator bullet and butt plug I want you to wear these tonight. Leslie’s pulse jumps as Craig’s hand slips into his pocket, withdrawing a sleek black remote and two small, gleaming toys. The vibrator bullet winks under the closet lights, its smooth curves promising wicked vibrations, while the butt plug—tapered and flared—makes her thighs clench instinctively.

“Before we go,” Craig murmurs, thumb tracing the remote’s controls, “I want you stuffed full.” His voice is low, rough with command. Leslie’s breath hitches as he presses the bullet into her palm, the silicone already warm from his grip.

Leslie’s fingers tremble as she parts her thighs, the slick heat between them already betraying her arousal. With a slow, deliberate motion, she hooks a finger under the sheer fabric of her panties and pulls them aside, exposing her glistening folds to Craig’s hungry gaze. The vibrating bullet hums to life in her palm, its faint buzz sending a shiver up her spine as she guides it toward her dripping entrance.

Craig’s breath hitches as she sinks the toy inside, her back arching at the sudden burst of pleasure. The vibrations ripple through her, drawing a soft moan from her lips as she works it deeper, her thighs quivering.

Leslie’s breath came in shallow gasps as Craig circled behind her, the cool metal of the butt plug gliding between her cheeks. His free hand gripped her hip, holding her steady as the tapered tip pressed against her tight ring of muscle. She whimpered, the vibration still buzzing deep inside her pussy as he applied slow, relentless pressure.

“Relax,” Craig murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as the plug breached her resistance. A sharp, delicious stretch burned through her, and Leslie’s nails dug into her own thighs, her body trembling as he worked it deeper. The flared base settled snugly against her, every slight shift sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her clenching walls.

The vibrating bullet inside Leslie went abruptly still as Craig’s thumb pressed the remote’s stop button. A whimper escaped her lips at the sudden absence of sensation, her swollen clit throbbing with unmet need. Craig’s breath was hot against her neck as he traced the flared base of the plug with one finger, making her gasp when he gave it a teasing twist.

*"Better?"* His voice was rough, laced with dark amusement as he palmed the curve of her ass, kneading the soft flesh just hard enough to make her squirm.

Leslie whimpered as Craig’s fingers tightened possessively on her hip, his other hand tracing the edge of the plug with maddening slowness. *"I bet you want to cum,"* he growled, his teeth grazing the sensitive curve of her neck, *"but not yet, my slut. We still have dinner to get through."*

The bullet inside her pulsed back to life—just a teasing flicker—before cutting off again, wrenching a **** gasp from her lips.

Craig’s thumb clicked the remote off, the bullet going silent inside her. Leslie’s breath shuddered as she pulled the slick toy free, her thighs trembling where she stood. With slow, unsteady fingers, she straightened the ruined lace of her panties, the fabric clinging damply to her swollen folds. Craig watched, his knuckles brushing the flared base of the plug still seated deep—a silent reminder as she smoothed the red dress back over her hips.

*"Good girl,"* he murmured, tucking the remote into his jacket pocket. His palm settled possessively at the small of her back, guiding her toward the bedroom door.

The bedroom door clicked shut behind them, Leslie’s stiletto heels sinking into the plush hallway carpet with each unsteady step. Craig’s hand never left the small of her back, his fingers dipping just beneath the curve of her dress to trace the top edge of the plug—a silent threat as they descended the stairs.

The car waited in the driveway, sleek and dark. Craig opened the passenger door, his smirk deepening as Leslie hesitated, the red dress riding up her thighs when she slid onto the leather seat. The moment the engine purred to life, his fingers curled around the remote in his pocket.

*Click.*

The bullet roared to life inside her, vibrating violently against her swollen clit.

Leslie’s back arched against the leather seat as the vibration surged through her, a choked gasp escaping her lips. Her fingers clawed at the edge of the dress, knuckles white as the relentless pulses teased her oversensitive clit. Craig’s smirk was dark in the dim dashboard light, his thumb hovering over the remote.

*Click.*

Silence.

The sudden absence of sensation was almost worse—her thighs trembled, slickness pooling between them as she squirmed in helpless frustration.

Leslie bit down on her lower lip to stifle another whimper as Craig guided the car into the restaurant's valet lane. The leather seat creaked beneath her when she shifted, the plug shifting just enough to make her thighs press together. Craig killed the engine with one hand while the other slipped into his jacket pocket—his fingers brushing the remote in silent warning as a valet approached.

*"Reservations for two,"* Craig said smoothly, his free hand settling high on Leslie's thigh as the hostess glanced at her tablet. The bullet lay dormant inside her, but the weight of his palm—warm through the thin fabric of her dress—made her pulse throb.

*"This way, sir."