She tells him everything, because that is what he asks

Felicity can feel her cheeks redden as he whispers into her ear. His voice is calm and even, but his words are anything but, a clear reminder to her that what has just happened is anything but normal.

She’s about to talk when he holds up a finger, stopping her. “Maybe you need some refreshments before you tell me everything. And you will tell me everything won’t you Flis.” it’s more an order than a question and she again finds herself nodding in agreement. “Good, good, it’s important you admit what a dirty girl you’ve been. But first, coffee?”

The change in his tone from his whispered voice telling her what a dirty girl she’s been to asking if she would like coffee takes her by surprise, and again she just nods dumbly. He looks around and quickly gets the attention of a waiter, then looks back towards her expectedly. She takes a moment to understand what he is waiting for, but as the waiter appears and looks to her as well she realises he is simply asking her what she wants.

“Just a mocha” she finally decides, as if that decision was the hardest one she’s had to make today. The waiter disappears and once more he leans in towards her, his hand caressing her bare knee, and she knows it is confessional time.

“God, do I have to really say it?” she pleads softly, but she already knows the answer to that one, and he just squeezes her knee softly and remains silent. “Ok Ok” she continues, a nervous little laugh escaping her lips. “So, yes, they made me cum” she tells him, hoping that is enough to satisfy him.

“How?” he asks, quickly realising she isn’t going to say more unless pushed.

“With their fingers. They held my dress up and one fingered me then the other one did” she tells him, whispering quietly but so paranoid that someone close by might overhear her. She again pauses, and he gives her knee another squeeze, a clear indication that he wants her to say more. “The first one didn’t seem to really know what to do, he rubbed up and down like he’s never done it before, but then when his fingers went inside me, it felt so good” she admits to him, smiling as she recalls how good it really did feel to be fingered like that, in such a public place.

“And the second lad?” he enquires of her.

“He clearly knew what to do, he knelt down so he could look as his fingers worked inside me, and the other one was behind me, and… Oh God, you know…” her voice trailing off, still worried about being overheard, but he clearly has no such problems.

“Say it Flis, say what happened” he encourages her.

“I came, really really hard, his fingers were really deep in me, he fucked me with two of them and I came on them and I almost fell over but the other guy grabbed me and held me up and I could feel my wetness running all down my thighs and his hand.” Her words are rushed now as she admits what happened, as if saying it fast enough will mean it less likely she’ll be overheard.

“Good girl, I hope you said thank you” he laughs as she finishes her confession, just in time as the waiter reappears with her coffee just as she has finished.