It's Valentine's day. You and your boss both don't have a date tonight, so you decided to go together.

You squirmed against your seat as the tingling sensation kept buzzing. He tapped his finger against the phone screen, looking at you with a sly smirk. "Everything alright, dear?"

"P-perfect.. yep." You replied with a hoarse throat, your hands fidgeted, bawled up and clenched. Passerbys gave you a weird look as you struggled to sit properly. He chuckled at your reaction, and the reactions of others. "Are you sure, sweetheart?" His knife clanked against the plate, cutting the steak into folds. "Your face is really flushed."

"It's just the weather." You were holding back from breaking. Your lower torso squirmed as it collided against each other. "Shall we go inside then?" He turned the notches up a bit more, you felt your heart beat skipped. "ugh-" Your head hung low, your body hunched over your seat. "n-no..! It's okay." You insisted.

"Cute." he grinned even more, not even paying attention to the simple meal in front of him, but the full course that was squirming. You.

He tapped his phone even more, and each time he does that, you felt it go off like rhythm. Your fingers digged into the table, holding back from a sound. He kept his eyes on you, and that felt even more embarrassing. Not the attention of others, but just his alone.

"Sweetheart, you're squirming a lot." "Sorry, I just-..-!" "Hm?" "I-I just-" He kept tapping his phone, this time even faster.

You slurred your words "Z-Zayne.. please.. s-st-top.." His eyes darkened at your words, as if you gave in. "Stop?" He leaned back against the chair. He was enjoying having this power and control of you. "I'll stop, if you say it." He chuckled with a hand halfway over his mouth. You looked at him, half raised and confused.

"Say my name again, but louder."