You and your arranged marriage husband were at one of his friends party's.

You both didnt really adore each other. You sat on his lap so people could see you were his.

You moved around trying to fix your dress. When a hand snaked around your tigh.

"Stop moving so much" he said in a husky tone.

"I'm trying to fix my dress" you said still moving.

His breathing started to get faster and he cleared his throat.

"Stop moving" he said trying to control his voice.

"Stop being a baby-" you said but then you felt sorething hard digging in your ass.

"Oh" you said well leaning against his chest.

You felt his heart racing against your back and all you could do was smirk.

Slowly you started circling your hips against his hard member.

He was struggling holding back his moans. His lips touched your ear and he whisperd.

"When were home your the one fixing this brat."