Dinner, Drugs & DeLovely’s Delight
The text from Licious came in bold and unflinching, as always:
“Wear something fuckable. We’re going out to dinner tonight. And yes — you’ll be plugged again.”
Attached as a reminder was a photo of the plug she had sent to him earlier: polished stainless steel, base adorned with a crimson gem that caught the light like blood in candlelight. It was heavier than the other she’d used on him. It made a statement. A claim.
Brandon stared at the message for a full minute before replying.
“Yes, Goddess.”
An hour later, he was lubed, stretched, and flushed—plug seated deep inside him, snug and pressing with every movement. His jeans were tight, offering no mercy. The sensation made him feel vulnerable. Owned.
And, God, how he loved that feeling.
When Licious pulled up in a black town car that evening, Brandon opened the door to find her dressed to annihilate—a black silk blouse that kissed her cleavage, leather pants that clung like skin, and red lips that screamed authority. Her braids were pulled into a high knot, her earrings catching the city lights.
But she wasn’t alone.
“Brandon,” she said coolly, “these are my girls. Say hello.”
In the backseat sat Marisol—curvaceous, caramel-skinned, sultry-eyed—and Suki, a petite beauty with Thai-and-Black features, bronze glowing skin, and a sharp, assessing gaze.
“Hi,” Brandon said softly, trying not to stare. Or blush.
“He’s cute,” Suki said, cocking her head.
“Quiet too,” Marisol smirked. “Shy boys are fun to break in.”
Licious slid into the seat beside him, her hand immediately on his thigh. “He’s already broken in. Aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Goddess,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.
He felt their eyes on him and shifted in his seat. The plug reminded him exactly what kind of night he was in for.
Dinner was at a rooftop lounge, sleek and expensive. The vibe was cool and low-lit, a soundtrack of soft R&B pulsing under clinking glasses and whispered laughs.
Brandon sat at Licious’s side like a good date, but more like a well-trained pet—responsive, obedient, silently aching. Her hand never left his thigh. Her thumb occasionally tapped the gem at the base of the plug through his jeans, just enough to make him twitch.
He blushed every time she did it.
“Still warm?” she whispered.
He nodded, face flushed.
“Good. Keep it that way.”
Midway through dinner, she handed him a discreet water bottle.
“Two sips,” she said.
He obeyed. The familiar tingle of molly started melting its way into his bloodstream.
She laughed and leaned in. “There’s my sweet, obedient slut.”
He glanced at her friends—laughing, drinking, gorgeous. He felt the heat rise to his face again.
Marisol caught it.
“Aww. He’s shy.”
“I like him that way,” Licious said. “He pretends he’s hesitant, but the second I give him a command, he’s dripping.”
Suki snorted. “Boys like him always are.”
He lowered his eyes to his plate, silently grateful for the dim lighting.
But deep down… a familiar ache bloomed.
He wanted to please her. Even if it meant being watched.
Back at Licious’s place, the mood changed instantly.
He stood near the couch, nervous energy coiled tight as Licious shed her heels and began to undress. Marisol and Suki made themselves comfortable, like they owned the place.
When Licious walked over and unbuckled his pants, Brandon instinctively looked to the others.
She caught the hesitation.
“Look at me,” she commanded.
He did.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Goddess.”
“Do you want to make me happy?”
“Yes.”
“Then show them how well you serve.”
He swallowed hard. Nodded.
She bent him forward slightly, pulled the plug from his ass with a slick pop, and whispered, “Good boy.”
He whimpered from the sensation—empty again, needy.
She brought the plug to his lips.
“Clean it.”
He glanced at her friends.
“Now.”
He obeyed, cheeks burning, tongue flicking over the metal as he tasted himself.
The girls exchanged impressed glances.
“See? So cute,” Marisol said.
“He’s trying not to moan,” Suki added. “Precious.”
Brandon was already hard.
Licious led him by the leash down the hall.
Tonight, the dungeon door swung open wider than ever.
Red lighting bathed the room in heat. The leather bench gleamed. Her throne waited, polished and imposing.
“You’re going to serve me tonight,” she said, “and they’re going to watch.”
She strapped him in—wrists behind his back, chest down against the fur-lined bench. He trembled. Not from fear, but from anticipation.
“You’re doing so well,” she said softly, kissing the nape of his neck. “Don’t fight it. This is what you need.”
She spread his cheeks.
Rimmed him slowly.
He gasped, face burning. He knew they were watching. But he couldn’t stop the moans from slipping out.
Then her cock—her thick, uncut, gorgeous cock—replaced her tongue.
She sank into him.
Brandon’s entire body tensed.
He whimpered, muffled into the cushion.
“Take it,” she growled. “They’re watching, and they know what a good slut you are.”
She fucked him slow, deep, every stroke pushing past his resistance until he was groaning and begging through gritted teeth.
Then she pulled out, shoved her cock into his mouth, and came. Hot, heavy spurts filled his throat. He swallowed every drop.
Still hard, she bent him over again.
“Now I mark you.”
She came again, deep inside his ass this time—leaving him filled and breathless, leaking onto the bench below.
Later, he curled up at her feet while she smoked and the girls whispered in excited tones.
Licious stroked his cheek and whispered, “You were nervous tonight. But you did it. You pleased me. And that’s all that matters.”
He closed his eyes, her scent wrapping around him like praise.
And inside… he couldn’t wait to be used again.
To be continued…
