*follow up to chapter 10, dear god what did i just create* read that one for a little more context if ya want.

Public, torture/teasing, desperation, hidden toys, messy sex, squirting

Jester fidgeted with the hem of their skirt, shifting their weight ever few seconds.

"You alright?" Owen said, smiling.

"Mhm." Jester looked out the window, trying to ignore the pressure in their stomach. They had gone a bit too far punishing Owen a while ago, and he had decided that tonight was the perfect time to get back at them. There was a plug in their ass and a pink vibrator deep in their pussy, set to a consistent slow hum. But the reason tonight was so perfect for this was because they had to go get dinner with friends.

"Remember, you need to behave." Owen said as he turned into the parking lot. "We can't do anything until we get back home. Ok?"

"Ok." Walking wasn't as hard as they had expected, but they still needed to cling to Owen's arm.

The restaurant was busy, and the table buzzed with chatter that Jester tried, but couldn't focus on for the life of them. Owen had the controller in his pocket and every once in a while would reach into his pocket and fidget with it, tormenting Jester with sudden changes in speed. Their legs were clamped together and they were staring at their water glass, focusing on controlling their body. Their skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending sparking. They had been able to stumble through ordering food, but they were struggling to carry conversations.

All they wanted was to go to the bathrooms and play with themselves, pressing the vibrator against their clit and tugging gently on the plug, ending the torture and-

"So how's that project going?" Jester snapped back to attention and smiled.

"S-sorry, what?"

"The writing project you keep posting about!" Ambrose said. "How's it coming?" Jester's heart raced, and they tried desperately to muster out a coherent sentence.

"It's going well! I finally finished the- mm!" The toy sped up, pulsing rhythmically inside of them. "The um, the manuscript! I'm just working on the f-fine tuning now." Ambrose nodded and was about to ask more when Owen cut in.

"And they've been working on it with Blueberry," He said, pointing to him. He looked up, mouth full of food.

"Huh?" Ambrose started rapid fire grilling Blueberry about the manuscript. Jester looked to their right at Owen, smiling appreciatively, but jumped when the toy went up two speeds.

The rest of the dinner was fairly uneventful, and wrapped up pretty quickly. As people were getting up to leave, someone mentioned going out to a bar together. Jester smiled and shook their head, shakily getting to their feet.

"Oh, no, but thanks for-" Owen grabbed their arm and grinned.

"That sounds perfect. We'll meet you there." Jester's heart stopped, and they looked up at him frantically.

"Baby, I got through dinner fine!" They muttered as they walked out to the car. "Why do I have to do this, too?" Owen smiled.

"Ask any more questions and we're not going home until much, much later." Jester bit their lip, and they continued to the car in silence. They climbed into the car slowly, trying not to moan. Their muscles twitched around the toys as they shifted inside of them with every movement.

The bar was packed, and the deafening combination of music and chatter made Jester's head spin. The two of them split from their group of friends and Owen stood next to Jester at the bar. As soon as Jester sat, Owen flicked the slider on the controller. The toy buzzed to life, pulsing aggressively inside of them. They yelped and gripped the bar, screwing their eyes shut. Owen handed them a drink, but they didn't really drink it. They couldn't focus on anything other than the dull throbbing of their clit pressing against their soaked panties and the aggressive buzzing of the toy.

"How are you feeling?" Owen said nonchalantly, leaning in so they could hear him.

"You know the answer to-aahn!" Owen put a hand on their thigh and nibbled their ear gently.

"You better not be giving me attitude." He muttered against their neck. They shook their head.

"N-no, I'm sorry." Owen slid his hand up their thigh, sliding his fingers under their skirt. They whimpered, but the noise of the room drowned it out.

"You're so cute, kitten." Owen muttered, taking his other hand and tucking their hair behind their ear. They leaned into his touch, desperate for the affection he was giving. "You're so desperate, aren't you? Every time I've touched you, you've responded like I'm shocking you." He pressed his thumb into the soft skin of their thigh to demonstrate, and they jumped, yelping quietly. "Awe. You're such a good little slut." Owen withdrew his hand and leaned against the bar, putting his hand back in his pocket.

Owen messed with the controller again, slowing the speed to a slow pulse. Jester whined and clenched their fists, each pulse sending sparks up their back. Sweat dripped down their neck and their vision swam. They took a deep breath, and were about to speak when Owen set the controls to full speed. Sparks danced in Jester's eyes and their body tensed, their hips bucking. They choked on their words, whimpering an unintelligible string of expletives under their breath as they curled in on themselves.

"C'mon, we've been here long enough." Owen said, holding his hand out. Jester took it slowly and slid off the stool, collapsing against him. He held them upright and helped them to the door, their trembling legs barely holding their weight. They gripped his shirt with shaking hands, not a single coherent thought going through their head.

Owen helped them into the car, closing the door and walking to the driver's side. As soon as he climbed in and closed the door behind him, Jester grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him in, kissing him. He grabbed their thighs and ran his nails down them, lines of red running down their legs.

"FffUCK!" They moaned, arching their back. Their muscles tightened around the toy, wet dripping down the inside of their leg.

Owen withdrew his hands and grabbed their face, pushing them away.

"Can you really not even make it home, kitten?" They whimpered. "C'mon. It wont take too long. Can you make it a little while longer for me?" They hesitated for a second, then nodded. "Good boy." Their eyes fluttered and they sat back down, pulling the seat belt across their body.

Jester swayed their hips gently, hoping Owen wouldn't notice them as they tried to grind against the plug. They whimpered and froze, and Owen smiled.

"We're almost home, kitten." Owen's voice was quiet, and his knuckles were white around the steering wheel. He wanted to get home as badly as Jester did. He pulled into the driveway and Jester stumbled out of the car. Owen helped them through the door and up the stairs, closing the bedroom door behind him and smiling.

He pushed them onto the bed and his hands flew over their body, tearing off their clothes and throwing them to the floor. Once they were naked, he stopped and stared. Their skin was flushed and slick with sweat, and the insides of their thighs were coated with their juices. They gripped the sheets and looked away, pressing their legs together.

"D-don't look at me like thaaat." Jester whined, voice shaking and broken. Owen smiled and started undressing.

"In your front, kitten." Owen ordered. Jester obeyed, and they lay on their front, spreading their legs. They reached back and gently pulled their ass cheeks apart, showing off the base of the plug that was keeping them stretched and full. Once naked, Owen crawled onto the bed and sat between their thighs, admiring their dripping pussy and the growing puddle of wet beneath it. He gently gripped the base of the toy and pulled, easing it out of them slowly. Jester moaned as it popped out, their gaping asshole twitching slightly as the toy pulsed inside their aching pussy.

Owen's dick throbbed between his legs and he reached between their thighs, roughly fingering their pussy. He used their wet as lube and pushed the head against their swollen pink hole. Jester moaned as it filled them, stretching them out and making their head swim. Once he was halfway in he paused and pulled out so only the head was inside, then snapped his hips and buried himself balls deep inside of them. Jester's toes curled and they arched their back, pain shooting through their body. Owen kept thrusting, gripping their hips hard enough to bruise them. Jester moved their body against him in time with his thrusts, and the sound of his hips smacking against their ass filled the room.

"You're so cute, kitten." Owen growled. "I love listening to you moan while I fuck your tight little asshole." Owen could feel the toy vibrating inside of them, pulsing rhythmically.

"D-daddy?" Jester whimpered, looking over their shoulder.

"Yes, kitten?"

"Can I cum yet? Please?" Owen smiled and pulled out slowly. He moved to sit against the headboard and spread his legs, gently swaying his hips.

"C'mon, kitten. Earn it." Jester crawled to him and licked from the base to the tip. Owen groaned as they wrapped their lips around him and started bobbing their head, slowly taking more of him, inch by inch. He wove his fingers into their hair and pulled, forcing their head to move faster. "Do you like tasting yourself on me, kitten?" They moaned against his dick, choking as the tip hit the back of their throat. They pulled away and gasped for air, but Owen kept a firm grip on their hair. "Did I give you permission to stop?" Jester opened their mouth to respond, and Owen pulled their head down, burying himself into them. Their throat bulged and tears filled their eyes. "Don't disobey me again." They moaned, and he let go, letting them fall back, gasping for air.

He pushed their shoulders against the mattress and forced their legs apart. Without removing the toy, Owen buried himself into their aching pussy as deep as he could. Jester arched their back and screamed, their pussy stretching around him and the toy. Their stomach bulged as he fucked them, and wet dripped out of them and coated his stomach.

"How does it feel, kitten? How does it feel to have your precious little pussy stretched out?" Owen growled against their neck.

"F-fuck! It feels really-aahn! G-good!" Heat coiled in their stomach and their thighs trembled. "I-I'm-fffuck! Mmmm!" They couldn't finish their sentence before their body started shaking and their eyes rolled back. Owen didn't slow down, and continued fucking them roughly as they came. They scrambled to grab his shoulders, and hurriedly pushed him away. "S-stop! I'm too sensitive! P-please!" They whined, their body trembling. Owen pulled out and slid two fingers into them. Their pussy tightened around him as he pulled the toy out.

Owen pushed the vibrator, still on full speed, into their asshole. Jester bucked their hips and moaned, drool dripping down their chin. He slid his dick back into them and kept fucking them roughly. Their head swam and their heart pounded, their body felt like it was melting.

They couldn't do anything but moan while Owen fucked them, and they didn't want to. They could feel themselves getting close again, but they couldn't get the words out. Owen reached between their legs and attacked their clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. It throbbed under his fingers, swollen and sensitive.

"Come on, kitten. Cum for me." Jester whined, and Owen felt their muscles clench around him. His vision blurred around the edges and he moaned, burying himself into their throbbing pussy and filling them with cum.

He pulled out, and a sloppy mix of their cum poured out of them and onto the mattress.

The two of them lay on the bed and caught their breath.

"So?" Jester said after a while of silence.

"Mm?"

"Did I make up for what I did?" Owen laughed.

"Yes, yes you did."