"You look gorgeous. I need to get you more dresses in that color." Oliver commented, leaving against the door frame, adjusting his cufflinks as you unraveled the hot rollers from your hair.
You hum softly, holding the curl loosely between your fingers, spraying a generous amount of hairspray, "I look wonderful in jewel tones, don't I?"
Oliver pushes off the wall, stepping up behind you, his eyes lingering on your figure in the mirror, "Are you certain we have to go to the gala? I'm sure we could still find a table at that Italian restaurant you adore."
"Yes," You laugh lightly, closing the lid on the curlers, setting it aside, sliding clips into place to hold back your hair so you could finish your makeup, "We have managed to find some excuse not to attend the last three galas, and we are running out of excuses. We have a duty to attend and uphold the Queen name."
Oliver groans playfully, draping himself over your back, though he is careful not to disturb your hair, lest you yell at him for ruining it, "Why do you have to be sensible?"
"Poor baby," You chirp playfully, knocking the makeup brush on the back of your hand, letting the loose powder fall, "How ever will you entertain yourself?"
Oliver stills for a moment, his eyes following the brush as you seamlessly blend the colors into your skin, giving off a warm, sun-kissed look. Running his touch over his teeth, he smirks widely, pressing a myriad of kiss along your throat.
"What if we played a game? See how long it takes those...stuck ups to notice something is amiss?" He purrs, running his hands over your sides and you tilt your head, giving him a bit more space.
"What kind of game?"
"A fun one. You'll enjoy it, I promise." He responds, nipping your neck lightly, laughing as you push him away, tilting your head immediately to see if he had left a mark you would inevitably need to cover up. "Don't worry love, I didn't leave a mark."
Huffing, you rolled your eyes, "Alright, fine. We can play a game. Do I at least get to know the rules before we arrive?"
He grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed, "Nope. Not until we get there."
Rolling your eyes once more with a small smile, you went about finishing your makeup.
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"We have arrived, Mr Queen." The driver calls as the car pulls to a stop within the line of cars waiting to drop off their riders.
"Thank you, Derek." You chirp, looking over at your husband with a raised brow, "We're here now, what are the rules of this little game of yours?"
Oliver grins, pulling you into a steamy kiss, one hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, nearly in his lap. Moaning softly, you leaned into the kiss, eyes slipping closed.
Squeaking quietly, you pulled back as something cold slid between your thighs, slipping into your core as he pushes his fingers inside, "Oliver!"
"Shh... you're fine, love. I thought you wanted to play a game?" He says mockingly, looking down at you with a grin.
You swallowed, seeing the dark look in his eyes and the slight hesitation behind them. You knew if you kicked up a fuss, Oliver would take it right back out again, and end any potential discomfort or anxiety that it may cause. Nodding lightly, you watched his expression soften, leaning down to kiss you once more.
"Come on, gorgeous. We have a gala to attend." He murmurs, taking your hand as Derek opens the door, gently guiding you out of the car, adjusting your skirt to fall naturally once more as you step out.
You smiled as the cameras flashed, trying not to think about the inevitable thought of Oliver teasing you throughout the Gala, and instead focused on hanging off his arm for the photos, waving politely.
"Mr and Mrs Queen," You elbowed Oliver lightly when he let out a quiet scoff, before smiling brightly.
"Mrs Abernathy, how wonderful to see you again. How are y-you?" You stumbled over your words as the vibrator started up, playing it off with a small cough. "Apologies, inhaled wrong."
Mrs Abernathy gave you a scathing glare before plastering a fake smile, "Mrs Queen, a pleasure to see you again. We weren't sure the two of you would grace us with your presence tonight."
The insult was blatant, hidden behind false pleasantries and faux concern, "Oh, Ollie has just been so sick recently. We finally received the all clear from our family doctor." You lied, letting out a small breath of relief when the vibrations stopped, slick pooling in your panties, causing you to shift slightly.
"Good, good. Well, I won't monopolize your time."
You ducked your head into Oliver's neck as Mrs Abernathy walked away, "I can't believe you. What if she had noticed? It would have been plastered on every news outlet from hear to Mars."
Oliver chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist, guiding you deeper into the gala hall, "Nobody will notice, love. And if they do, they wouldn't dare to mention it."
As the night progressed it became a cycle of Oliver randomly turning the vibrations on to different levels depending on the importance of the person you were speaking with. The higher the importance of maintaining propriety, the lower the vibrations. But it was driving you stir crazy.
You were so wound up, clutching the snack table tightly as vibrations wracked through you. Breathing deeply as you pressed your thighs together, trying not to let anything show on your face and risk a scandal hitting the papers in the morning.
Biting down a whimper, your fingers curled in the table cloth, knees nearly shaking invisibly as you fought to remain standing as he turned the vibrations up, smirking at you from across the hall as he spoke to some dignitary.
"Are you alright, dear?" Mrs Jones-Miller asked, gently setting a hand on your arm, nearly making you jump.
"Mrs Jones-Miller! My apologies, you scared me. I'm alright. I...I think I just need to go power my nose." You lied, biting your tongue as rhythmic pulses shot through you.
"Of course, dear. Do let me know if you need anything, won't you? Between you and me, I always keep a little something in my purse to help with nerves." She joked quietly, and you would have laughed in any other scenario, but you simply nodded, catching Oliver's eye for a second before be-lining for the restrooms.
Within seconds of stepping into the stall, your back hit the stall door, whimpering as the vibrations peaked again. Pulling your dress over your hips to roll your hips against the meat of your palm. Throwing your head back, eyes squeezed tightly shut as you chased your peak.
*vvvvv-vvvvv* You eyes flew open hearing the buzz from your phone, fishing it out of your top with shaking hands, nearly whining when you saw the text from Oliver.
Don't you dare cum. You know the rules. You cum on my cock or nothing.
A second text followed the first.
You wanna cum so bad? Leave right now and I'll fuck you in the car.
