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Restraint and Reward - (Seduce Me) James x Reader NSFW

AKA I'm sorry for only contributing content of my favorite one-- "orz

Okay I can't and won't lie: I wrote this entirely for my own self-indulgence. However, it is in first person and the narrator doesn't have a name, so hopefully you can still project if you like -u-

I sort of tried to mimic the writing style of the games. I broke up the text in many places to kind of emulate how text boxes might look in-game...? I'm bad at describing it, also it was 1 AM when I finished writing this so kdjfhg

ALSO I don't write smut... like... ever... cause I usually get too embarrassed halfway through to actually finish it sdghfj I'm sorry if it's subpar, I'm much more of a smut artist than a writer

one more thing: there's a faux choice in the middle of this thing. I originally intended to make two versions of a "part 2" and then link the respective choices, but I only finished writing for one of them, so I just… condensed it into this one post and left the "choice" in, cause I think it helps it flow better tbh. one day I'll probably try to write for the other one but for now-- EH

Anyway, Seduce Me fans I hope you're still out there 🙏 and if nobody sees it then that's okay too honestly gdkshfkg

Word count: 3308

Content: remote-controlled vibrators, public play, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation (briefly), Soft Dom™ James + submissive reader (who are also married)

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La Stanza Rossa.

An insanely fancy Italian restaurant that, growing up, I could only gaze at in awe from the car window during outings, due to the fact that I wasn't a wealth-hoarding multibillionaire.

…Alright, maybe that's a slight exaggeration. It was kind of upscale, but at least you didn't have to sell your organs to afford it.

You know what wasn't an exaggeration?

The name.

La Stanza Rossa. "The Red Room."

Not because of the color motif, the decor, or the branding…

But because this was going to be absolute torture.

I bit the inside of my cheek and stared hard at the menu, taking a deep breath. We haven't even ordered yet and this was already a struggle.

"Do you know what you want, love?"

I glanced up from the fancy leather-bound menu to meet the gaze of my husband, if only for a second. He flashed an innocent smile, gazing at me with those gorgeous whiskey-colored eyes. I could only imagine what kind of face I was making to garner that reaction.

He knew what he was doing.

Not wanting to keep him waiting, I cleared my throat and breathed a quiet sigh.

"I think I want to start with the lobster bi-i-isque--!"

I stuttered out the last word and snapped my lips shut, squeezing my thighs together to try and negate the sensation between them.

My fingers clutched the leather, leaving indents from my nails. Hopefully they wouldn't yell at us for damaging the menus.

Whatever. There are more important things to worry about right now.

Like the way James's sweet smile had turned into a teasing smirk at my response.

"I might have myself a cup of that as well," he added softly. "But I know that's not all you want, is it?"

Under any other circumstance, that sentence shouldn't have sounded suggestive.

But - and this might come as a surprise - it's very hard not to have dirty thoughts when there's a remote-controlled vibrator between your legs keeping you from choosing your damn dinner.

I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing.

In all fairness, I did agree to this…

Hell, I'd thought about trying this even before I learned that James was into BDSM.

Some time after that fateful and… enlightening conversation, we decided to visit a sex shop.

It was… interesting to say the least, walking into such a store alongside an incubus, but we figured it wasn't a bad place to start. It was our first foray into learning more about each other's boundaries when it came to intimacy. We considered it a bonding experience - no pun intended.

The vibrator caught his eye relatively quickly, and my only stipulation was that we got it in purple.

He chose the restaurant - and, in true James fashion, I swear it was a methodical decision.

Since it was a bit fancier, there weren't quite as many people as your average restaurant. The atmosphere was calm, and you could easily overhear the chatter of two tables over.

If anything slipped from my mouth, it wouldn't be hard for someone to notice.

I did at least get to choose what I wore.

I was never one for dressing up, nor was I used to going out to nice places like this, so I didn't have many options in my closet.

I decided I'd be just a bit bold, picking out a strapless black cocktail dress with tiered, gray ruffles. He did say he'd love to see me in black, after all.

It was a fine and comfy dress, reaching just above my knees.

But as I sat across from my incubus husband, the remote cradled in his hand under the table, this dress suddenly felt a lot shorter… and a lot tighter…

"Love? Did you hear me?"

His voice was a bit distant, between the sound of my own quickened pulse and the daydream of our trip from yesterday.

I just needed a few seconds… Just a few, and I'll be--

"Hngh--mm--!!"

I threw a hand over my mouth and clenched my legs tighter when the vibrations increased again, snapping me back to the dinner table.

That's what I get for trying to distract myself…

"There you are~," James chuckled softly. "I lost you for a minute, there."

"S-S-Sorry…" I managed to spit out between the twitches of my body. "I was, u-um, thinking about what else I wanted…"

"Were you now?" He rested his free hand beneath his chin, drinking in what he could see of me with a hungry gaze. A small chill ran up my spine. "I understand if you're having a hard time deciding. Some of the dishes they have here are quite… tantalizing."

Oh, he was absolutely doing this on purpose now.

…Not that I ever really doubted that in the first place, though. He wasn't even using his enthrallment and I was already melting at just his words.

God, I love this man.

I cleared my throat again, so focused on saving face that I barely noticed the vibrations had died down to a nearly-silent buzz.

"I could go for a steak," I said. "I'm not… terribly hungry, so… maybe the filet mignon."

It was kind of hard to have an appetite right now for anything other than… well, him, simply put.

"You're not hungry?" he teased. "And why might that be?"

"James… Come on…"

"Tell me~."

I struggled to meet his gaze, but when I finally managed to do so, James's slight smirk turned into more of a devilish smile as he watched my slowly-growing frustration.

"James, you know why…"

He chuckled again. "I do. But I want to hear you say it."

"R-Right now??" I pressed my lips together quickly. That came out a bit louder than I had intended.

I looked to my right, and saw two people seated a short distance away, turning their heads towards us. They turned back quickly when I made eye contact.

"Careful now…" James's low, smooth voice taunted me. "You don't want us to get caught, do you?"

I put a fist to my mouth and took a deep breath through my nose, my heeled feet tapping the floor beneath the table in an attempt to ground me. Fuck, those were some good words.

Thank God the tablecloth was long, and I still had the sense to lay the napkin on my lap.

Still, it didn't really help me feel any less…naked under James's stare.

Where the hell is our server…?!

"Good evening, folks."

It was like God himself had come to answer me in person.

I could have jumped for joy if the nerves in my lower half weren't absolutely liquefied. I barely even managed to sit up straight in my chair as our server finally came to greet us.

"Welcome to La Stanza Rossa. My name is Caesar, and I'll be taking care of you tonight."

Caesar, you are a veritable lifesaver. I would never even dream of repeatedly backstabbing this blessed gentleman.

"Can I get you two started with something to drink? All of our wine is 20% off this evening." Caesar looked at us with bright, kind eyes, his hands folded neatly in front of him.

"I'll have a glass of Pinot Noir, then."

"Excellent, sir. And you, miss?"

I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

"Um…" I glanced up quickly at our server. "Just a water, please. W-With lemon."

He nodded, and I stared back down at the menu. I was honestly expecting James to turn up the vibrations as I spoke just then, but surprisingly, nothing had changed.

I glanced across the table at my husband, who simply smiled at me before proceeding to order.

I took that moment to readjust myself in my seat. Hopefully I could angle myself in such a way that the vibrator wasn't pressed so flush against me, without drawing attention to myself.

"And what can I get for you, miss?"

Caesar looked patiently at me, pen and pad at the ready, as I smoothed the napkin over my lap. What an innocent soul.

I cleared my throat. "May I have the fil--! --let mignon??"

There it was.

The vibrations had strengthened for only a second - enough for me to choke on my words - then faded just as quickly. I knew James was planning something.

Readjusting had been a mistake, too. All it did was shift the vibrator closer against the most sensitive spot between my legs, making the sensation that much more powerful.

I shook my head quickly, putting a fist to my mouth and trying to pass it off as a hiccup. "E-Excuse me-- I'm sorry--"

"No no, you're alright! And your two sides?"

Oh my god, that worked?

I took a short breath. For a moment, I was honestly amazed at how I managed to push through that.

"House salad and seasonal fruit. P-Please." I sputtered out my next sentence as quickly as I could, trying to prevent another choke.

Unfortunately, it didn't really make a difference.

James, who had been eagerly watching me the whole time I ordered, redirected his attention to our server to thank him. He didn't even glance aside at me while he turned the vibrations back up, even stronger than before.

The entirety of my body tensed and I bit my cheeks to suppress a whine, nearly dropping the menu in the process. I somehow managed to close it and promptly set it down on the table beside me. My hands quickly found their way to my lap, where I clutched the napkin tightly between my fingers for purchase, and my feet curled involuntarily beneath the table. I squeezed my eyes shut a few times to clear the spots from my vision.

I was so certain I had given myself away.

Miraculously, Caesar collected the menus from the table and continued his script. Whether he noticed and simply kept silent, or whether he truly had no idea what was happening, I didn't know.

At this point, it was difficult to care about anything but the pleasure that was coursing throughout my lower body. A heat bubbled in my chest, making me want to gasp, but I managed to hold it in until Caesar left for the kitchen.

Once our server was out of sight, I closed my eyes and heaved a shaky sigh, letting my body slump forward and my head lower.

"You did so well."

My cheeks burned and my breaths wavered as I slowly turned up to look at James. He leaned over the table and reached his hand out, holding my chin gently in his fingers. His half-lidded eyes bore into me and he gave me a warm, teasing smile, before uttering two wonderful words.

"Good girl."

I could have perished on the spot.

The power this man--this demon--had over me right now was unbelievable. I was putty in his hands by this point.

And we hadn't even gotten our drinks yet.

I couldn't help but whimper as he took his hand away, letting his index finger trail under my chin.

The vibrations didn't lower again. Throughout our dinner, he would wait for me to get used to one setting before raising it to the next, knowing that the weaker ones wouldn't be enough to make me squirm anymore.

My only respite was that he'd turn off the vibrator entirely whenever I was approaching my peak. It gave me a moment to breathe, sure… but each time, he would wait longer and longer to turn it off, until I was so tantalizingly close that the sudden stillness would leave me a frustrated, whining mess.

All the while, he'd watch me shift in my seat while the pleasure wracked my body, gripping my silverware with such herculean force it could have launched right out of my hands. He'd smile as I tried my damnedest to stay quiet in this erotic game of keep-away, praising me when I spoke to our server without stuttering and chiding me whenever he saw someone glance over at us.

At one point, he had cranked up the vibrations so high that my knees reflexively jerked upwards and whacked the underside of the table. Upon hearing my cry of distinct pain, he instantly broke character and turned it off, coming over to make sure I hadn't cut myself on the wood or the like. Even in the midst of a sneaky, sinful outing like this, it would always warm my heart to see his concern for me.

That mishap definitely turned some heads--thankfully out of concern and not suspicion--so we both agreed to give it a rest for the remainder of the evening. I was definitely going home with a nice bruise, though.

We paid our check--well, more accurately, James paid our check. I offered to split, but he insisted it was to make up for what he had put me through.

When we were in his car, however, he didn't take off immediately. One of his hands rested atop the steering wheel, the other on his leg, just over the pocket of his slacks. He stared ahead, seemingly deep in thought.

"James? You okay?"

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he uttered a thoughtful hum and turned his head towards me, his lips curling into a smirk.

He took the hand on the steering wheel and instead brought it to my face. Slowly, he smoothed it over my cheek and underneath my chin, tilting my head up to meet his dreamy gaze. He spoke with a low, sultry tone.

"I think you deserve a reward for tonight, my love."

I sank into his touch, my voice catching in my throat. With a bright blush, I could only bring myself to repeat his words back at him.

"A… A reward?"

"For being so well-behaved at dinner," he said. "Would you rather wait until we get home? We could settle into bed, or somewhere else…" He licked his lips, sending a shiver through my body. "And we could be as loud as we want."

At his words, flashes of my incubus husband absolutely dominating me in various places at home played in my mind.

James pinning me from behind against the bookcases in the library.

His head nestled between my thighs as I sat atop the kitchen counter.

Binding my arms and legs to the bedposts and refusing to touch me until I begged him for it.

Despite how insanely tempting these daydreams were… they really weren't doing my patience any favors…

James continued to speak, bringing me back to reality.

"Or…"

From the corner of my eye, I could see his other hand take the remote from his pocket. He pulled me closer and leaned over, until his soft lips ghosted over mine.

"Do you think I've teased you enough already?"

I trembled at his words, caught between my patience and my libido.

>> “I can wait ‘till we get home."

>> “No more teasing.”

Like he even had to ask.

I just sat in a fancy public eatery with a vibrator assaulting my clit for over an hour, with my own husband at the controls. I lost count of how many times I was just about to come when he suddenly stopped with a devious smile and left me to whine. Not to mention the extra effort of making sure that nobody caught wind of what we were doing.

I did not want to wait any longer. I couldn’t wait any longer.

I leaned forward and closed my eyes, pressing my lips to his in a desperate series of kisses.

“Please…” I begged between contact. “No more teasing…”

I knew James liked it when I begged.

But honestly, my pent-up need was so genuine, I don’t think that knowledge would have mattered right now anyway.

James’s grip on my chin tightened slightly as he gave me one final, deep kiss. And again, he trailed his finger under my chin as he parted, my head instinctively following to maintain that electric contact.

My eyes fluttered open, and I saw him fastening his seatbelt and shifting into drive.

Wait, really?! Come on…!

James simply nodded to me. “Go ahead and buckle in,” he prompted.

I was about to protest, but then I saw his eyes. A bright golden color stared back at me, and beneath it, a knowing smile. The warmth that surged through me from his enthrallment could have melted me to the seat.

That wasn’t a prompt. That was an order.

I did as he told, making sure the belt was snug against me. James rested one hand on the wheel again, not breaking his gaze at me.

“Good girl.”

I couldn’t stop the mewl that came from my throat at those words. He simply chuckled and turned to face the road, starting our trip home.

I sat with bated breath, but James said nothing. It was easily the longest 15 seconds of my life.

That is, until a familiar sensation hit me.

“Hnnh--!”

My knees jerked up as the vibrator started up again--thankfully, at its lowest setting, and with no table in the way this time.

I was already so sensitive from our time in the restaurant. With James’s enthrallment in effect as well, it was a wonder I didn’t pass out immediately from the overwhelming pleasure.

I clutched the edge of the seat tightly with one hand and covered my mouth with the other. Even though we were in the car by ourselves, cruising down a mostly empty road, my instinct was still to remain quiet.

James heard my stifled cries, and from the corner of my eye, I could see his thumb move over the buttons on the remote before he spoke.

“Don’t hold it in.”

Not even a second after those words, the vibrations increased, and my hand suddenly lost the strength to stay clamped over my mouth. It fell to my lap and clutched the hem of my dress, and I lowered my head as a long, loud whine escaped my throat.

“There we go. That’s it,” he purred. His voice alone was enough to draw another one out of me.

I could barely form a coherent thought. My heart pounded in my chest, my breaths became ragged, and my hips jutted up from the seat and further into the vibrator. I was already so close... Not surprising, considering what I had just been through prior.

“James, I--I ca…” I could barely manage between breaths. “I-I’m--”

James simply hummed, and I heard him set the remote in the cupholder between us before reaching over to slip my hand into his.

“That’s it, love,” he cooed. “Come for me.”

My hand squeezed his and a lengthy moan sounded from my throat, my body naturally obeying his command. White spots filled my vision as my much-needed release finally washed over me in a series of mind-numbing waves. I could only shudder and whimper as the aftershocks made me crumple back into the seat.

There was a fraction of a second afterwards where nothing existed, except the post-orgasmic bliss that served as my reward for a long, torturous night.

And then my eyes snapped open as another pleasure-filled jolt shot through my body.

It wasn’t stopping.

“H-Huh…??”

James chuckled softly and let go of my trembling hand, picking up the remote once more as we came to a stoplight. He looked at me with a sultry smile.

“What? You think I’d only let you come once?”

Between the ceaseless overstimulation between my legs and James’s teasing tone, my mind couldn’t even begin to formulate a response. I could only utter a vaguely-inquisitive whimper.

“After the evening I’ve put you through…” he continued. “If I didn’t make it up to you in full, well… That would just be cruel, now, wouldn’t it?”

My chest heaved as I looked ahead of us, and my eyes widened when I saw the names of the intersection.

James was taking the long way home.

Struggling to form words of any kind, I could only look up at him with big, pleading eyes, to which he tilted his head.

“I told you, you deserve a reward.”

James’s thumb ghosted over the buttons.

“And I intend to spoil you."

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