“What did I tell you?” Caitlyn snaps, nails biting into the supple inner flesh of your thigh under the long dining table.

The sharp sting of what should be claws makes you jump in your seat, earning a few concerted murmurs from the guests around you. Though, your girlfriend just brushes it off. It’s just cramps.

“You’re in for it when we get back home. You know that?”

Her seething voice pierces through your sensitive eardrums, making your heart hammer rapidly against your ribcage. You knew you should’ve have been doing what you were doing.

Slipping your hands under her dress, whispering dirty words when no one’s listening, grinding your hips against her ass..

Yeah, you are definitely done for.

“Don’t try to get yourself out of it.”