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dating Patrick Bateman was one of those things you never saw yourself doing.
You’d thought it was sweet when he’d offered to walk you home after your first night working as his secretary. You’d thought the extravagant flowers on your desk the next morning was a customary way to welcome you to the workplace.
You hadn’t noticed the lingering looks or the subtle signs at first, but they were hard to miss as they became more frequent.
The way his tongue would dart out to wet his lips when listening to you speak, the way he would lean back in his chair like he was trying to get a better view at a strip club, the way his hands would twitch slightly whenever you held his brown-eyed gaze for too long. Damn those eyes.
You’d thought you were just imagining it at first but now it was unmistakable. He didn’t look at you like you were his secretary. He didn’t look at you like you were his lover either. Hell, he didn’t even look at you like you were a person. He looked at you like you were a piece of meat that he was dying to devour piece by piece.
Despite all of that you somehow found yourself sitting across from your boss at one of the most prestigious restaurants in all of New York. Dorsia.
You couldn’t recall how exactly Patrick had coaxed you into accompanying him to a double date with one of his associates but you did remember the car journey here.
You were wearing a black dress, Patrick had insisted upon it, and matching heels along with a few bits of expensive jewellery courtesy of Mr Bateman himself. You didn’t care much for the ensemble but looks were important to him and you respected that.
The dress was form-fitting, so you were sitting rigidly in the taxi so that it didn’t hike up too much. Patrick didn’t seem to take much notice as he was too busy gazing at the flashing streets go by.
At Least he pretended not to notice until you went to adjust the hem of your skirt. His hand tightly gripped yours, preventing you from bringing your skirt down. You looked up at him with wide eyes and in return, he gave a small smile. He reached into his trenchcoat pocket and took out something you couldn’t see.
Before you could ask what it was he had reached into your skirt and moved aside your panties.
You could have tried to stop him but you wanted to see what he would do.
He slipped the vibrator in between your folds and you had to bite your bottom lip slightly to keep from alerting the cab driver to the lewd actions being made in the back of his car.
You felt yourself getting wetter by the minute as he kept pushing it higher.
He leant in so that his mouth brushed lightly against your ear. You could feel his warm breath on the back of your neck, the sensation giving you goosebumps.
“Be a good girl tonight.” Was all he said before giving you a look and turning back to his window.
Your mind was racing as you considered the insinuation of the command. He hadn’t said what would happen if you obeyed or didn’t obey which was a thing that Patrick normally made a point of doing.
This was the first time he’d attempted anything like this in public. Sure you’d maybe done some less than professional things in his office in between meetings and had the occasional exchange in an elevator or two but never something as risky as this.
You’d noticed Patrick had been getting quite a bit more daring recently as during your last hook-up he’d asked to film it. To be completely honest he didn’t so much ask as to say: ‘You don’t mind if I film this, do you?’ while setting up the camera.
You could feel it as you walked in, hand in hand but tried to pay it no mind. You worried it would slip out while you were walking and the whole restaurant would see but thankfully that ended up not happening.
The couple you were dining with on the surface weren’t unusual in any way whatsoever. They greeted you both in a warm manner like you would an old friend.
The woman was blonde with sharp features. The first thing you noticed about her was her nose. It was one of those noses that suited a person so well you couldn’t help but wonder if it was made for it if you know what I mean.
She had an average body at best but the shawl adorning her shoulders did well to hide that.
Her date on the other hand could pass for Patrick’s brother. You’d done a doubletake when he’d first shook your hand but successfully disguised it by continuing your head turn until it rested on your boyfriend.
They both had extremely similar haircuts but you silently decided that Patrick’s was slightly better. You may have been a little biased in your decision making, however.
You were sat next to the blonde with Patrick being sat opposite you. It was a slightly awkward arrangement as the two men mostly talked to themselves so you had to turn yourself slightly to make small talk with the woman next to you.
Your knees kept accidentally brushing against each other and you could tell she was also slightly uncomfortable but she disguised it better than you did.
After ordering your meals the man next to Patrick whose name you never learnt addressed you directly.
“So how did Patrick here land a complete catch like you.” He asked jovially, leaning forward slightly.
Warmth crept up your neck at this as you hadn’t been expecting the question at all. None of Patrick’s friends had ever complimented you in that kind of way so you’d had your guard down.
They didn’t see you as worth their while simply because you were a secretary. Well, perhaps that wasn’t true. They didn’t see you as worth their while simply because they were complete assholes.
Your lips parted slightly but no noise came out. You simply stared blankly at the two men before clearing your throat slightly.
“Well, I wouldn’t say I’m a catch but uh we work together if that’s what you mean.” You flashed the man your best smile and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Patrick’s hand casually delve into his suit-jacket pocket.
“Listen. No offence to cake face over here,” The man nodded toward his date, “but you’re a ten. If you weren’t dating my very good friend Patrick I’d dump this brawn even if it meant simply getting your number.”
This time your mouth fully hung open in dumbfoundment. How could he just say that right in front of his girl? Patrick seemed unfazed by this and a quick glance at your neighbour told you she was only slightly upset by this turn of events.
Your hesitation before speaking wasn’t something that women were expected to do when spoken to like this at dinner. It wasn’t a rule but in high society, you were supposed to take it in your stride.
“Uh Well, I-” Your sentence was interrupted by a sharp intake of breath that you involuntarily took when the forgotten vibrator suddenly made itself known. You swallowed slightly to compose yourself before continuing. You didn’t dare even take a glance at Patrick.
Everyone had noticed your slight gasp and widened eyes but thankfully no one commented on it.
“That’s very-” You pause. The stimulation on your clit makes you start to lose focus. “That’s very flattering of you um thank you.” The end of your sentence sounded more like a question but the man seemed pleased by your response.
He opened his mouth to undoubtedly continue the uncomfortable conversation when his face was obscured by a server’s arm.
The attention slipped from you and onto the meals being placed in front of each person. You took this moment to sneak a look at your date. Patrick was studying the food scrutinizingly as though the restaurant was going to try to poison him with a Waldorf salad.
He glanced up at you just as you went to look away. His brown orbs stared you down coldly despite the playful smile on his lips. You quickly glance down at your food and begin taking small bites of it.
You tried to ignore the constant vibrations resonating through your lower half by concentrating on your meal.
It was absolutely delicious but what else would you expect from Dorsia. It passed in relative silence apart from a few comments made about the food to no one in particular.
The entire night Patrick had been unusually quiet. Normally he would have brought up a new album he had been listening to or expressed his opinions on something by now but no. He’d mostly been listening to other people talk the whole time.
Wrapped up in your thoughts about Patrick you didn’t notice the fork on the very edge of the table as you moved your hand to take a sip of your water.
It clattered to the floor but none of the tables around you spared it any mind. The man opposite you however looked as though he might kill you on the spot.
He still kept the same friendly expression he’d worn all night but behind his hazel eyes was pure rage.
You nervously give him an apologetic smile before swiftly bending down to retrieve it from the floor. This only seems to enrage him further as the moment you’ve returned to your original position you have to grab the table to steady yourself.
You can nearly feel tears in your eyes as the vibrator relentlessly tortures your insides. You’re almost certain your blond neighbour can hear the faint buzzing and yet Patrick doesn’t seem to care. His companion though looks slightly concerned.
“Are you alright?” He asks slowly. You go to open your mouth but you have to bite your lip harshly to stop a moan from escaping it.
“She’s just had a bit too much to drink. Right sweetheart?” Patrick’s voice doesn’t give away anything but he emphasizes the last word.
He never uses terms of endearments so you know you’ve screwed up.
“Yes.” You manage out, trying to take subtle deep breaths through your nose. Patrick stands up abruptly and moves to grab your arm.
“We really should be getting going.” He addresses his ‘friend’ while pulling out his wallet with his free hand.
“Before dessert?” He asks, oblivious to the tension in the air.
“Yes, we have some business to take care of.” His voice sounds slightly strained as he places a couple of notes on the table. “Have a good night.” His tone’s no longer friendly.
He practically drags you out of the place and it’s all you can do to try and look dignified as he does so.
He doesn’t head for the exit like you expect him to, however. He drags you in between tables until you make it all the way to the public bathrooms. The male sign on the door doesn’t stop him as he drags you inside.
He doesn’t even check if there’s anyone in there before attacking your neck. He sucks at your sweet spot leaving behind a sizeable mark before moving down your neck.
“How fucking stupid can you be.” He says against your skin. The combination of his attention on your body and the vibrator already have you panting and building up.
“Were you trying to make me fuck you right there on the table?” He pins your hands above your head against the bathroom door and slides your panties down your legs.
“You fucking slut.” He punctuates each word with another kiss on your chest. Your breath hitches in your throat as one of his slender fingers enters you to play slightly with the vibrator. You let out a quiet moan to this.
“You clumsy bitch.” He starts pumping into you with two of his fingers, bumping into the vibrator as he does so. You feel a knot forming in your stomach and you can barely hear him over your heaving breaths.
“Patrick mmf.” You moan and he disregards the vibrator altogether. He slides it out easily thanks to your overwhelming wetness and replaces it with another one of his fingers. If it weren’t for Patrick’s spare hand keeping your hands in place they would have certainly moved to his back for support.
His fingers fucked you relentlessly, pounding into you so roughly your knees were already weak. You were so close. You manage to get one of your hands-free to cover your mouth as a string of lewd sounds exit it. Patrick leans even closer and you can feel the heat of his face against your right cheek.
“Are you gonna cum already?” He says softly. This pushes you over the edge and your loud moan is cut off by his lips colliding with yours. His fingers keep pumping as he forces his tongue down your throat. You feel like you can’t breathe as you start coming down from your high. With his fingers keeping up their inhuman pace the overstimulation starts to become too much. You moan into his mouth to try and convey this but he doesn’t get the message. Understandable.
He only stops to break for air and he begins removing his fingers from your folds. You look down and see they’re absolutely soaked in your juices. Luckily none of it got on his suit because if that happened you don’t even know what he’d do.
You’re sure you look like a complete wreck but he doesn’t have a hair out of place. The only evidence of your endeavour so far on him is your cum which he takes his time licking from his fingers one by one. The sight alone is almost enough to make you come undone again.
He lets go of your remaining hand and pulls down the hem of your dress. You get the idea and pull up your panties as he sets to fixing your hair.
“Don’t think we’re done here.” His voice is low, so low you almost didn’t catch it. “When we get back I’m going to punish you so bad you won’t be able to stand.”
You think he’s already accomplished this as he moves away, without his support your knees give up and you slide to the floor. He looks at you amusedly. Not the reaction you were expecting.
“Are you coming or not? I’d rather not fuck you senseless in a public bathroom but if I have to I will.”