Interactive Series — Styled Into Submission (10/?)

I got a little carried away with this part... so I've split it into 2 parts! Part 11 will be out tomorrow, so be on the lookout!

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There was a knock at the door.

Dani practically jumped to her feet, heels clicking on the hardwood as she minced toward the entrance a little too quickly. She tried to slow down—tried to keep it casual—but the way her hips swayed in that scandalous little skirt made it impossible to look anything but excited.

She opened the door, and her breath caught. Tall. Broad. That easy, masculine confidence in his posture. The way his eyes slowly swept down her body, taking in every curve, every polished, perfected detail before meeting hers again. He was exactly the kind of man Nicole had described—strong, handsome, and effortlessly dominant.

“Oh…” she breathed, eyes going wide as she looked up at him—holy shit, he’s so hot. “H-hi,” she stammered, biting her lip as she offered her dainty hand in greeting. It looked so small swallowed up in his thick, calloused grip. The second he wrapped it around hers, her penis gave a helpless twitch in its cage.

“You must be Danielle,” he said smoothly.

She giggled. “Mhm… that’s me,” she said, voice higher than normal. “You’re, um… like, wow,” she giggled, tilting her shoulder coyly. “You’re, like… so manly…”

He chuckled softly. “C’mon, gorgeous,” he said, guiding her to the car.

His hand settled low on her back—too low. She let out a soft gasp as he helped her in, trying to keep her knees together while adjusting her scandalously short skirt. During the ride, his hand slid to her thigh, fingers spreading slowly over her smooth skin. He didn’t say a word—just kept gently squeezing, stroking, idly tracing circles with his thumb. Every time the car bumped, his hand would flex—thumb sliding a little higher, fingers dipping farther inward.

Dani shifted slightly in her seat, trying to adjust, but his hand tightened in response—firm, possessive. Her breathing grew uneven, lips parting as a faint whimper escaped her throat. Her shoulders tensed beneath the thin straps of her tight black crop top, the zipper between her tits practically trembling with each breath. His thumb toyed lazily with the skin just beneath the hem of her skirt, heat building between her legs with every subtle motion.

By the time they reached the restaurant, she was already squirming. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing shallow, her mind spinning. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, fidgeting in her seat as her caged clitty strained helplessly. His hand never left her thigh, fingers toying idly with her skin, and every time he leaned in to whisper something soft and low, she practically shivered.

“You look amazing tonight,” he said, his voice warm, deep, and just rough enough to make her squirm harder. “That skirt’s driving me crazy.”

“Ohmygod,” she gasped, eyes going wide as she giggled nervously. “S-stop, you’re, like… ugh, you’re gonna make me blush!”

He smirked, fingers tightening just a little on her thigh. “Good. I like watching you squirm.”

She laughed again—too high, too breathy. She reached for her water glass, hands trembling slightly, her nails clinking softly against the rim. Her seat felt too warm. Her thong clung tightly between her thighs, the fabric damp where her caged clit kept pulsing helplessly against it. She didn’t even know what she ordered—only that his hand was still on her leg, and she didn’t want it to move. Not for a second.

“So,” he asked, leaning closer. “Wanna come back to my place after this?”

“Mmm—yesss,” Dani practically purred, the word sliding from her tongue faster than she could think. “I-I mean... yeah. That sounds, like, super nice~”

They barely made it inside. The door had just clicked shut behind them when he turned to face her fully, watching her with that slow, hungry look. He stepped in close, brushing a strand of hair off her shoulder with one hand, the other coming to rest gently at her waist.

“You’re even prettier up close,” he murmured, voice low enough to vibrate against her skin.

Dani’s lips parted, but no words came. Her breath caught, her lashes fluttered. Her fingers fidgeted at her sides, trying to find something to do, but there was nothing—just him, his closeness, his eyes on hers.

And then he kissed her.

His mouth crashed into hers—hot, forceful, claiming—and Dani melted on contact. She let out a soft, broken whimper as her manicured hands clawed at his chest, her heels slipping beneath her, too weak to hold her weight as she kissed him back like a girl starved.

His tongue pushed past her lips, and she moaned as his broad chest pressed into hers, her huge tits squishing against him, soft and warm between their bodies. Every grind of his body, every squeeze of his grip sent sparks through her as she completely lost herself in the kiss.