That smug look on your face drives me crazy, I hate that you have this control and I don't. The elevator doors open just as I'm about to express my frustration AGAIN at being left un-fucked. An elderly couple step off the elevator, and we part to let them by. When we get onto the empty elevator and prepare to ride the 35 floors down to the ballroom level. You lean against one wall, looking like you don't have a care in the world, like you don't have the least bit of pent up sexual frustration ready to claw its way right out of you.
"Damn you," I mutter as I glare across the elevator car. I contemplate my options, glace at the numbers moving very slowly down, and decide I've had enough of following orders. "To hell with that," I say as I cross the car, and mold myself against your body, placing my hand against your very hard dick that was the only tell tale sign that you weren't as unaffected as you seemed. "You are gonna fuck me" I demand.
"You think so?" You smirk at me, as you turn me around, and lift me so that your body is holding mine against the corner of the elevator. Your hand moves under my skirt, up between my thighs to probe at my pussy that is still wet, soaked actually, from the orgasm I'd had in the room. You push two fingers deep inside of me, as your thumb moves hard and fast against my clit.
You lean in to whisper in my ear, "You want me to fuck you, you are going to have to wait. I'll stick my dick inside this wet little pussy of yours, but you don't get that until after dinner. Consider it dessert if you can behave. Right now, all you are going to get is another mind blowing orgasm. Deal with it."