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It had been a nice night out. Baran had taken you out to an expensive restaurant as a treat and now it was time for desert. You were pouring over the menu, trying to decide between the chocolate lava cake or a regular sundae.
Baran was leaning back in her seat across from you, eyeing you over the menu. “I’ll have the lava cake,” she decided, setting her menu down and still staring at you. “What will you have?”
You smiled. “I think I’ll do the same.”
She nodded and beckoned a waiter and as she told them what you were to have, you felt your stomach tighten. The discomfort must have shown up on your face because baran glanced at you before adding to the waiter, “And we’ll both take two glasses of water.”
The waiter nodded and began to walk away before you spoke up. “I’m going to pop into the toilet—“ you were halfway out of your seat when Baran clicked her tongue.
“Sit back down.”
You stared at her for several seconds, awkwardly half risen from your chair before sinking back down. “But I need to use the toilet.” You mumbled somewhat petulantly.
“And you can hold it, my darling.” Baran cooed just as the waters were set on the table.
It was easy at first to ignore the discomfort but by the time you were in the car, you were absolutely busting. “I need to pee!” You snapped at Baran as she drove.
Baran kept her eyes on the road, one hand steady on the wheel, the other tapping lightly against it like she was counting seconds.
A small smirk played at her. “Mm-hmm,” she hummed, calm as ever. “We’ll be home in twelve minutes.”
You squirmed in your seat.
She reached over and patted your thigh, it felt almost condescending, “Breathe through it,” she advised smoothly, like this was some kind of meditative challenge instead of sheer torture.
“Baran!” You whined. “I can’t hold it that long!”
The traffic light ahead turned red, and she eased to a stop before reaching over again, and gently brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. “You’re doing great,” she said, her voice soft, and almost motherly in its cruelty.
You whimpered audibly and crossed your legs as tightly as humanly possible. Your foot tapped rapidly against the floorboard like a nervous metronome.
“You could always just pee right now,” Baran suggested. “I wouldn’t quite mind it.”
Baran's smirk widened just slightly as she watched you squirm, your foot now practically vibrating with the need to go. The car idled at the red light, engine humming softly.
She tilted her head, studying your pained expression like it was a fascinating medical case. "I mean," she added casually, glancing out her window at nothing in particular before turning back to you, "it would be more efficient than waiting twelve whole minutes."
The light turned green and without another word, she eased off the brake and accelerated smoothly onto the empty road ahead.
T he car rolled forward, and your stomach dropped from the sheer pressure building low in your pelvis. Every bump in the road sent a jolt through you.
Baran drove with infuriating calm, one hand on the wheel, her posture relaxed like she was out for a Sunday cruise. The streetlights flickered overhead as they passed by one after another.
You swallowed hard and shifted again, trying to adjust without drawing attention. But Baran noticed everything. She always did.
Her dark eyes flicked sideways at you for half a second before returning to the road. That smirk? Still there.
“You know, I wouldn’t get mad if you pissed yourself.” Baran goaded.
Baran kept her eyes on the road, but the corner of her mouth twitched up in amusement.
The car hit a small pothole.
You gasped and tensed before relaxing. It sputtered from you, soaking your panties and your dress before pooling under you on the expensive leather seats. You threw your head back, closing your eyes and opening your mouth. It felt good, it felt so fucking good, almost as good as having an orgasm. You let out a strangled, pleasured sound and Baran hummed, seemingly pleased with herself.