Tasty

Even by the time they started their main courses her arousal was painstakingly, hopelessly high. Fortunately for Nadia, it only made her pasta tastier and the view more beautiful. Similarly for James, being opposite the most beautiful woman he could comprehend and watching her this wound up was a rare treat, amplifying the wonder of his surroundings.

This might be the tastiest pasta she'd ever had, she thought to herself. She closed her eyes as she let the flavour of the delicious pasta sauce flow through her sensitive body, combining with the arousal like two powerful waves combining forces. Her body still longed to get out of here so she could break her curse and get her release, but it was, so far, kept in check by her senses.

As she finished her last bite she looked up to James, smiling suggestively. She bit her lip. "That was amazing. How about we get out of here though?" At this point, she'd meant to run her foot, under the table, along the inside of his leg, but found herself unable to make contact. Instead, she found herself just lifting her leg in his vicinity.

"I don't know, what are you suggesting we do next, Nadia?" He asked, feigning innocence.

She squeaked and gripped the table with her hands as she felt her heart skip a beat and abdomen clench with pleasure. "Hnng!" She could no longer sit still. She felt so horny, she couldn't bring herself to stop squeezing the table. Her breaths became shallow and fast and her attention was drawn to a throbbing yearning below her.

"I don't know, I fancy dessert," he said, leaning back on his chair, rubbing his abdomen. "Don't you?"

"You know damn well what I fancy," she said, through gritted teeth.

At this point, a waiter appeared to take their plates.

"How was your main?"

"Delicious!" The couple said in union.

"Fantastic. Would you like to see the dessert menu?"

"Definitely!" James said, politely.

"No thanks," Nadia said, barely managing to sound polite. She shot yet more daggers with her eyes, cognisant that he was dragging this out on purpose. She tried to rub her thighs together, but could only squeeze them. Even stimulation from rubbing them together was being denied of her.

The waiter placed one menu on the table and left them.

"James?"

"Yes honey?"

She squeezed the table, trying to pace her breathing. She started to try to scheme around her limitations but she couldn't see a way. She was **** enough to go to the bathroom to try to relieve tension, but she knew there wouldn't be any option in there. He knew how she worked, and had already thought about it in the design of this potion. She just needed to figure out his end game.

She sat opposite him, angry, impatient and, most of all, aroused out of her mind as she watched him savor his chocolate mousse.

"Isn't the view amazing?" he remarked, outwardly oblivious to her suffering, secretly enjoying it much more than either the mousse or the view.

Running out of the energy to be coy, Nadia replied, "Fuck me. Now."

James smiled. "All in good time."