Midge

It wasn't really like Midge to go out on a date, she did occasionally go on dates, but it wasn't frequent, but at least when she did, she knew it was a date. She still had no clue what this was, but she knew she was nervous, more nervous than she'd ever been for a date before, which didn't help with the confusion. She'd taken an uber to meet Patrick where he'd asked, not sure of the parking situation or the plans for the night, she didn't want to have to worry about her car. Midge smoothed her dress out nervously, worrying that she looked good, another thing she never really cared about before, she usually just knew she looked good and didn't bother to be concerned. Finally, she stepped from the uber onto the curb, her eyes wandering as she looked for Patrick, trying not to let her nerves show through.

Patrick

Patrick waited outside the Bradbury Building, leaning against the ornate iron gate, his posture casual, his eyes sharp. The architecture wasn’t what caught his attention - he’d seen it a handful of times before. Tonight, he was more focused on the shadows, on the steady flow of people in and out, and, most importantly, on keeping his nerves in check. This wasn’t a date; he wasn’t supposed to be nervous. Still, a thin thread of unease tugged at him, and he had to remind himself to stay cool. He saw her the moment she stepped out of the Uber, and despite his usual restraint, a flicker of satisfaction crossed his face. She looked almost uncertain, her eyes tracing the building’s arches like she wasn’t sure if she was at the right place. That hint of vulnerability made him want to go to her, offer a steadying hand, but he stayed rooted where he was, letting the distance settle between them like a buffer. “Right on time,” Patrick finally spoke up, wanting to get her attention. His tone was light but his eyes serious. He pushed off the gate and moved closer, his gait deliberate, relaxed. “You look beautiful,” He said, leaning in and pressing a kiss right under her jaw. Dangerous territory, but not dangerous enough to look suspicious. The guard at the front desk paid them little mind as Patrick led her to the elevators, the ones with those vintage iron grates.

Midge

Her eyes scanned the area again, but she couldn’t help but jump when she heard his voice, causing her to shake her head, only slightly embarrassed. Midge stayed where she was, allowing him to come to her and allowing herself to take in the site of him. He was insanely attractive to her, and the way he kept her off balance only added to it. Midge's breath hitched in her throat as he kissed her, her hands resting against his chest, “You don’t look half bad yourself,” she returned, though she wanted to crawl into her shell at the cheesiness of her own words. She let Patrick lead her, trying to appear calm and in control of herself but she truly had no idea what to expect out of this situation. 

At the sight of the elevator, she felt her heartbeat quicken, she knew what she’d agreed to when meeting him here, but somehow this seemed more dangerous than she’d realized. The building didn’t seem that tall, so surely a single elevator ride wasn’t enough for him to actually fuck her? And yet, she had a feeling she was in for some surprises. Midge ran her fingers along the design of the iron gates, her mind not able to stop the imagine of him pressing her up against them. She looked from them to Patrick’s eyes, trying to read anything in his stone cold expression, but he was so in control of himself all she could see was his set jaw, his eyes that seemed to see directly into her mind, and his mouth that she had to admit she’d thought about quite frequently the last few days. “So, what now?” She finally asked, looking up at him and waiting for him to guide her further.

Patrick

Patrick watched her run her fingers along the iron gate, the intricate curves and flourishes seeming to hold her attention. He couldn’t help the way his gaze followed the movement, slow and deliberate, like she was trying to decipher some hidden message in the cold metal. Midge had that effect - drawing him into her thoughts, making him wonder what went on behind those wide, uncertain eyes. It wasn’t something he let happen easily, or often. Her question hung in the air between them. It was a test, a moment where he could either maintain his carefully curated control or let himself slip into something deeper. Patrick knew which option was safer, which one he should choose. But something in her voice - soft but steady - made it harder to just stick to his usual script. Patrick let a small, almost imperceptible smirk tug at the corner of his mouth as he stepped closer. He placed his hand on the gate, just above hers, feeling the cool iron under his palm. The elevator was their quiet little world now, and he liked that - being removed from everything else, away from eyes and expectations. It felt more honest, somehow. “You’re thinking too much,” he said quietly, his voice low and gravelly. It wasn’t a reprimand; more of an observation.

Patrick leaned in, letting his lips hover just over her ear, close enough that she could feel his breath against her skin. “We’re gonna take this one step at a time,” he murmured, his voice a smooth rumble. His free hand came up to rest at her waist, fingers spreading just enough to feel the warmth of her through the thin fabric of her dress. “Starting with this,” he continued, his thumb brushing her hip in a deliberate, measured stroke. He pulled back, just enough to look her in the eyes, making sure he had her full attention. He raised his other hand, resting it gently against her cheek. It was a rare gesture for him, but one that he actually enjoyed. Tilting her chin up slightly, he waited to see if she’d pull away. When she didn’t, Patrick leaned in and closed the distance between them, capturing her lips with a deliberate slowness that bordered on agonizing. He wasn’t in a hurry - he wanted her to feel it, to understand that this was more than just an impulsive moment. His hand tightened at her waist, fingers curling into the fabric as he deepened the kiss, coaxing her to respond. The ding of the elevator and the loud noise of it landing on their level had him pull away slowly, and a self-satisfied smile tugged at his lips. “Now,” he said quietly, his voice a bit rougher than before, “we get in the elevator.”

Midge

She watched as his hand gripped the iron above hers, her eyes only meeting his again when he spoke, causing her to nod in agreement. She was thinking too much, her mind was going in 8 different directions at once. But then his breath was on her skin, and his hand was on her hip and mind seemed to all snap together at once and shut up. She felt like she was under a spell, and as thumb brushed against her hip, it rocked forward to meet his touch, her whole body was already craving him and he had barely touched her. She kissed him back, though she tried not to be too eager, she was sure he must have felt how badly she wanted more of him. When his grip tightened she couldn’t help but to let out something close to a whimper, the sound practically begging for more on its own. 

Her face was hot when he spoke again, the distance between their lips brought her back to reality and she remembered where they were. Midge stepped into the elevator silently, moving to lean against the far wall. The antique floor of the elevator felt solid underneath her feet, but the same couldn’t be said for her legs that felt shaky as they struggled to hold her up.

Patrick

Patrick followed her into the elevator, closing the iron gate with a deliberate click that seemed to echo in the enclosed space. He liked the feeling of being in control here, the way the heavy metal separated them from the rest of the world, leaving just the two of them in this narrow, intimate space. But even with that sense of control, he couldn’t ignore the way his pulse quickened at the sight of her leaning against the far wall. There was something so intoxicating about her uncertainty, that quiet vulnerability she tried so hard to keep hidden. He could feel the tension between them, taut and humming, and it pulled him in like a magnet. As the elevator started its slow ascent, he kept her close, his hands resting at her hips, steadying her. He leaned in, brushing his nose against hers. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve got you.” 

The elevator slowed to a stop, and Patrick felt her tense slightly in his grip. He knew he had to be careful now, had to keep the atmosphere from slipping into something too serious, too heavy. So he did what he was best at - he shifted the tone, leaned into the moment without letting it get too real. With a small, mischievous smile, he kissed her again, slower this time, taking his time. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss as his hand slid up her side, fingers brushing against her ribs. He could feel her body, the way she was breathing through the fabric, and he allowed the feeling to surge through his fingertips for a moment, before pulling away from the kiss. His other hand found the panel of elevator buttons behind Midge, and as he opened his eyes, he smirked and hit the “STOP” button, causing the elevator to abruptly pause its trip. Bending down, he grabbed onto her ass and lifted her up, pushing her back against the iron bars behind her and diving in to leave kisses on her neck, her pulse beating under his lips.

Midge

His words were like a spell, when he told her to relax, she did. Not fully, of course, she didn’t think that was possible, but she let her body relax into his. She reminded herself that as much as he was in control, she was, too. She could stop this at any time, but she was supposed to trust him, so she let herself do just that. Her hands clung to him, feeling the muscles in his lower arms as she took in the scent of him. 

She let him lead, kissing him back, her hands moving to his midsection as his own explored her body over her dress. She watched as he pulled away, her eyes widening when it stopped, but she couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her. She let out a moan at the feeling of his lips on her neck, her legs spreading to wrap around him now that he held her. She was reminded of choice not to wear anything under her dress suddenly by the feeling of her own wetness on her thighs. Midge’s arms wrapped around his shoulders now, one hand moving up to tangle into his hair as he kissed her, her hips grinding against his. She wanted more of him, but she was stuck going his pace, and every second that he took to move things along felt agonizing, and incredible, and forced her to give up the control that she was so used to.

Patrick

Patrick felt her body respond to him, the tension slowly unraveling beneath his hands as she leaned. It was a subtle shift, the kind you could only notice if you were paying close attention - and Patrick always paid attention. It wasn’t just about control; it was about reading the moment, knowing when to push and when to pull back. Right now, he was pushing her limits, seeing how far she’d let him lead, where her trust ended, and feeling that subtle resistance fade was enough to make him want more. But he kept himself steady, reminding himself that this was all part of the dance. His grip on her tightened, feeling the way her legs wrapped around his waist. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way she was already arching into him, seeking more. “Easy,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. He could feel her grinding against him, her breath hitching with every movement, and it was taking all his restraint not to lose the careful control he prided himself on. 

Her laughter - a nervous, breathless sound - was unexpected, almost disarming. It made him pause, eyes narrowing as he glanced at her face, trying to decipher what she was thinking. But then she moaned as he kissed her neck, her hands clinging tighter, and whatever hesitation he had melted away. She was just as caught up in this as he was. His voice was rough when he continued, his words edged with a quiet urgency. “I’m not done with you yet.” He could feel the warmth of her skin, the way she seemed to tremble under his touch, and it made it that much harder to keep his resolve. But he didn’t rush. Not yet. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over hers without fully committing to the kiss, just enough to feel the way her breath mingled with his. It was maddening, knowing she wanted more and holding back anyway. “Trust me, remember?” he whispered, his voice barely audible in the small space between them as his hand started a journey to move between her legs to feel just how wet she was for him.

Midge

Every move he made had her head spinning, she wanted so badly to get her feel back on solid ground, take control by dropping to her knees in front of him. But that wasn’t the point of this, he was in control and she was meant to trust him, even though the slowness and deliberateness of every move he made seemed to wind her up further. Even just stopping herself from deepening the kiss took so much self control. Midge leaned her head back against the bars behind her, nodding at his words. 

Midge let out another quiet moan as she felt his hand between her legs, again, resisting every urge to grab it with her own and speed things up. Instead she felt her breathing grow faster, as if the anticipation of him touching her was enough to send her over the edge. “Please, Patrick,” she finally whispered, lifting her head again to meet his eyes, “I need…” but she didn’t know what she needed. She needed this to continue, she needed him to touch her, she needed anything but she shook her head, reminding herself to let him lead.

Patrick

The sound of her soft moan hit Patrick harder than he’d anticipated, sending a ripple through his usual stoic composure. There was something in the way she was surrendering to him, the way she was struggling to hold herself back, that made him feel both powerful and unexpectedly vulnerable. He hadn’t expected her to fall into this dynamic so seamlessly, or to crave him so openly. And the way she whispered his name, that quiet 'please' - it made him feel as though he was holding more than just her body in his hands. His fingers trailed over her skin, barely brushing against her clit, deliberately keeping her on the edge. It would be easy to give her what she wanted, to rush and take everything she was offering. But Patrick liked that this was challenging her, pulling her out of her own head and into his rhythm. It wasn’t just about control; it was about trust, and as much as he held the reins, he was keenly aware of the way she was giving him something beyond just her desire. 

He leaned in close, so close that his breath was warm against her ear, his voice a low, teasing murmur. “Hm?” he hummed against her lips, biting down on her lower one softly. “What do you need, Midge?” His hand stayed steady between her legs, not moving, just a reminder of his presence. He watched her expression, the flicker of uncertainty and desire, the conflict between wanting to be in control and wanting to surrender to him completely. He didn’t wait for her to answer; he could see she was grappling with the words. Instead, he moved his hand back onto her ass, lifting her up and placed her legs over his shoulders, his face burying beneath her dress, so he could finally give her something; but selfishly, his mouth was also watering in desperation to taste her juices on his tongue. His lips wrapped around her clit and his tongue started working on her core, knowing exactly how risky this was, at a place like this.

Midge

Her body rocked against his hand, searching for more contact from him, but his hand was steady against her. Midge’s eyes slammed shut again when he bit at her lip, forcing herself not to fall apart completely at his words. She didn’t know what to say, but it didn’t matter, he was moving her again, lifting her higher, and all she could do was grip the iron gate behind her now that his shoulders were underneath her legs. 

She didn’t bother to hold back the moan that escaped her when she felt his lips on her clit, she didn’t think she could have controlled it even if she had wanted to. They hadn’t been in this elevator long and yet it seemed like an eternity of her wanting him so badly. She looked down, seeing he was covered by her dress and dared to pull it up around her hips. She wanted to see him devouring her, like watching a lion circling its prey before pouncing. She didn’t often feel like the prey in these situations, not ever, really but clearly this was different. She let her hips grind toward him just barely, not wanting to change the pace but not being in full control of her body at the moment.

Patrick

As Patrick held her there, watching her body shudder under his touch, he felt a surge of satisfaction that went beyond the physical. He was starting to understand that it wasn’t just about having her; it was about the way she gave herself to him, surrendering her trust bit by bit. That flicker of control she handed him had a way of getting under his skin, rattling his resolve in ways he hadn’t expected. He felt her hips pressing forward, seeking more contact, more of him, and for a moment, he just let her need take him in, let her response drive him deeper into this relentless, teasing rhythm. His hands gripped her thighs, steadying her against the ironwork, feeling the flex of her legs and the way her body pulsed with anticipation, each sound she made pulling him along like a magnetic force he couldn’t quite resist. 

When she looked down, lifting her dress to meet his gaze, he gave her a sly smirk, his breath warm against her skin as he pressed his mouth back to her. Patrick’s voice was low as he broke away just enough to murmur against her skin, “You don’t know how you look right now, do you?” His words came out more genuine than he’d meant them to, a trace of wonder mixing with the edge in his tone. He knew he was testing her, that this pace was slower than she wanted, but that was exactly what he enjoyed. Watching her squirm, feeling her fall apart beneath him while he stayed in control - it had him hooked. He moved his hand up, pressing his thumb just barely against her, matching her own rhythm as she rocked forward, grinding against him. “If you can keep quiet, we might actually get away with this,” he added with a playful tilt in his voice, though he didn’t mind if they were found. The risk added a dangerous thrill, but he wasn’t about to tell her that.

Midge

She didn’t know how much of this she could take, but something told her Patrick was far from done, that he planned to explore every inch of her before giving her what she truly craved. A few more moans fell from her lips as he let her rock her hips pushing her clit toward his thumb, even if it was barely enough pressure. She clamped her mouth shut when he spoke again, her moans turning into quiet whimpers now. 

More than anything she wanted to beg for him, she wanted him so badly she could barely keep her breathing under control. Maybe this was what he meant, pushing her until she broke by her own choice, because she felt like she was about to snap. “Please, Patrick,” she whimpered again, her voice barely above a whisper, “I need you, I need you to fuck me. I can’t take anymore, this is torture, tell me what you want me to do or say and I’ll do it, but I need you to fuck me right now.”

Patrick

Patrick let out a low, amused hum at her desperate pleas, her words ringing with a hunger that mirrored his own. The way she whimpered his name, teetering right at the edge, was too tempting, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t test his own restraint. With her legs draped over his shoulders, her body rocked to his rhythm, he felt each tremor, each subtle shift as she chased more of him. He held her firmly against the iron bars, his grip steady as his mouth continued its slow, torturous work. He heard her pleas and felt the tension radiating through her, a mix of frustration and raw desire. For a moment, he let himself revel in it, watching her eyes widen, her breath ragged as she clung to his control - and he knew he was walking a tight line himself, feeling the pressure behind his closed pants. 

Her pleading hit him, and he couldn't get enough of it. Selfishly, he needed her too. So he leaned back, his arms bringing her back on the ground, before he started unzipped his pants and reached in for his hard cock. "Be a good girl for me," Patrick started, grabbing her leg and lifting it up, so he could have much better access to entering her. "And be quiet," he warned her, though he'd appreciated the fact that she'd managed to whisper. He pushed through her folds, a deep and low groan sitting in his throat as he started to feel her tighten around him. "God, you feel amazing." He leaned in, a hand cupping her cheek as he captured her lips in a hungry kiss.

Midge

She gasped when he put her down. Midge didn’t know what to expect next, but she was almost sure that her begging would just encourage him to tease her further, and yet, it seemed like he was giving her what she wanted. The realization clicked into place that this wasn’t about him being in control, it was meant to be about trust, and he was showing her that she could trust him to give her what she needed.

Looking down, she groaned at the sight of his cock, her desire growing even deeper, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips. Later she would find a way to get that cock in her mouth, but right now she needed it somewhere else. Letting him position her she met his eyes when he told her to be a good girl, wondering if he knew just how much of a turn on it was for her to be called that. She gasped as he entered her, her head lolling back against the iron gate again, her whole body adjusting to the feeling of being so completely filled by him. Midge looked at him, grateful for the kiss, her own mouth opening against his so she could let out a muffled moan. Rocking her hips in rhythm with his she could tell that she was already close to an orgasm after all of the anticipation, but she needed to hold out long enough for him to be ready too. Midge grabbed his hand that cupped her cheek, pulling it towards her mouth, “help me stay quiet,” she said, her voice still sounding like he was begging, as she wrapped her lips round two of his fingers, pulling them as far into her mouth as they’d go, using them to clamp her tongue down, to gag herself.

Patrick

Patrick felt a pulse of satisfaction as Midge took his fingers into her mouth, her lips tight around them, muffling her sounds as she moved in sync with him. He hadn’t expected her to trust him so willingly, to let herself be so open and vulnerable in his hands. And watching her now - eyes glazed, breath labored, her body pressed so perfectly against him - only made him want her more. “Good girl,” he murmured lowly, his voice almost a rumble as he kept her pinned between his body and the iron gate, steadying her every arch and sway against him. He’d been set on control, pacing things deliberately to keep them both on edge, but her trust shifted something in him. Her fingers tight around his hand, the soft pressure of her lips against his fingers, and the way her body shivered with every movement made him want to give her everything she’d been begging for and more. 

He rocked into her steadily, feeling her walls around him, and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers as he picked up his pace, his voice rough with desire. His nose rubbed against hers and he groaned as the feeling of her lips around his fingers, and her walls around his hard member sent waves of pleasure straight into his abdomen. “Let go for me, Midge. Don’t hold back.”

Midge

‘Let go for me,’ those words echoed through her as she did exactly what he told her to. There was barely room between him and the iron gates but her back arched as she pushed against him, her eyes rolling back as an her orgasm swept through her. Her leg on the floor felt like it could give out at any moment, but trusted him to keep her steady. She moaned against his fingers, her other hand gripping him tighter as her nails dug into the back of his hand. She could feel her walls pulsing around him as she came undone. She was losing control, unable to muffle the sounds she made or hold her body steady, and she wanted to feel him come inside her more than anything. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity her body began to relax against the iron gate again, her moans turning into soft whimpers as she opened her eyes to look at him again. Midge sucked on his fingers one last time, as if cleaning herself off of him before removing them from her mouth so she could kiss his palm again, then leaned forward to capture his lips in hers, before finally, letting her forehead rest against his shoulder. Her whole body felt limp, spent, used up, and all she could do was try to catch her breath against him.

Patrick

Patrick felt her body convulse around him, her moans vibrating through his fingers as he held them to her lips, and it sent a powerful surge through him. The restraint he'd maintained - the control he clung to so fiercely - began to dissolve as her body softened and gave in to him. She let go entirely, her movements and sounds tugging him right to the edge. As her back arched, pulling him deeper, Patrick’s own body reacted. Her pulsing warmth was more than he could resist. He gripped her tighter, leaning in to kiss her neck, his breath coming harder now as he lost himself in the feeling of her surrender. The slow, deliberate rhythm he’d held onto broke, and with a low, guttural groan, he released, pressing against her as he buried himself completely. For a brief moment, he let go - no teasing words, no barriers, just the raw, intense pleasure of the moment. 

They both fell still, their breaths heavy and mingling in the quiet. His forehead came to rest against her temple as he worked to steady himself, every muscle in his body relaxing as he came down from the high. He held her close, letting the silence settle between them, allowing himself the rare, quiet moment without the need to pull away. Finally, he lifted his head, smirking slightly but with a glimmer of something more. “You were such a good girl for me,” he murmured, his voice soft as he brushed his fingers along her jaw before slowly lowering her leg. His hand lingered on her hip, steadying her, not quite ready to let her go even as they came back down to reality. “What do you say we go and get something to eat?"

Midge

She was certain she could live in this moment for an eternity, feeling so completely satisfied, but as he lifted his head, she knew it would have to end. Midge smiled when he spoke, not fighting the blush on her cheeks when he called her a good girl again, God, she really was under his spell. She found her footing, nodding when he mentioned dinner, she needed to eat after that. She didn’t let go of him quite yet, though, instead she kissed him, letting her lips linger just a few seconds longer than she needed to, “Just call me your good girl one more time, please?” She asked, finally pulling her lips away. “Then we can go.”

Patrick