The Gray Man Ch. 05 - Ariana

The symphony goers were dressed for the occasion as well -- tuxedos were the uniform for men, yet every imaginable dress adorned the women. From the traditional Little Black Dress to long sequined gowns.

TJ noticed Ariana Augustino immediately when her car pulled up. He quickly decided that it was a car that she had rented as it was one of the few to arrive without some sort of diplomatic plate.

TJ appreciated her dress, it was the perfect kind of dress for what he was planning for her. She was protected from the cold by a long cloak that kept much of what she was wearing hidden from view. From what TJ could see the dress was cut just above her knee, a deep burgundy that looked like a heavy velvet, which played beautifully with her mediterranean complexion and her dark hair. She had full breasts and hips that were made to be grabbed onto. He had given instructions to Gretchen to send a couple of items to her hotel to be worn this evening. It was time to see if she had complied with his wishes.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, like many of the other patrons that night his tickets were digital so nothing was unusual to be pulling a phone out while waiting to enter the theater. While others were opening their tickets, Gray opened an app that was linked to the small vibrator that Ms. Augustino was instructed to wear this evening.

The Lovesense vibrator that Ariana had slipped inside of her pussy was held in place by her thong. It rested snugly against her G spot and unless there was a pronounced quiet nobody would hear the vibrations against her G spot. Gray brought his phone to live and opened the app that would have also awakened the vibrator. He watched his target closely as he brought a small hum. He wasn't expecting her to jump or scream, but he was watching for the sign that the vibrator was in place, the small persing of her lips and a quick glance to try and identify the culprit was all that he needed to know that the true fun could begin.

As the Italian heiress checked the long cloak that had kept her covered outside of the theater, TJ was able to admire the dress as Ariana moved into the theater in front of him. It was simple, not overly pretentious or showy. It came off her shoulders and swept down her back revealing a beautiful spine and drawing attention to her ass. TJ followed the curve of her spine as she walked. He could see no form of bra for her large breasts and admired the way the dress kept her from being a spectacle. His hand gently teased the toy which caused her ass to flex slightly as she walked. A small smirk touched his face. "This could be fun," he mused to himself.

As Kavakos took the stage there was appreciative applause from the patrons gathered. TJ applauded as much for the "Willemotte" Stradivarius of 1734 as he did for the Greek violinist and composer. As the maestro masterfully played the Nocturne, Grayscanned the balconies for her and finally located her. She was using opera glasses. TJ smirked as he watched her scan the audience as much as the stage. He slipped his hand into his tuxedo jacket pocket and began to control the vibrator in concert with the performance.

Ariana was in the front seat in a box that was just to the right of Gray's normal line of sight allowing him to watch her without anyone noticing that he was watching her. He would control the toy with the music, leaving the Italian wine heiress lightly biting her lip throughout the Nocturne and Scherzo. Sitting in her seat she realized that the maestro conducting her vibrator was as gifted as the virtuoso on stage.

The mystery conductor wouldn't allow her to cum, yet was never too intense causing her body to go numb. He kept her just on edge, sometimes closer to going over than others. She found if she closed her eyes that she could feel the music in the depths of her pussy as much as she heard it with her ears.

During intermission TJ slipped to the coat check and handed the coat check girl a package and $50 to simply deliver the package to Ariana when she retrieved her cloak at the end of the performance.

During the second act Gray pushed the ante up even higher for Ariana as he continued to use the vibrator in unison with the performance. The moving third piece, the Passacaglia: Andante was a serious and fairly quiet piece. Ariana was terrified that the others in her box would hear the buzz of the vibrator or her small gasps as her unknown maestro tortured her from afar.

She moaned, her tormentor could be any one of the 2,000 people, her mind raced with that thought as she tried to think her way through the torment as the fourth piece began with a flourish of timpani drums. She almost screamed as the vibrator pulsed harshly against her G spot. The fast moving piece kept her off center as the torturous vibrator never missed a beat.

"Okay, Ariana," she whispered to herself, "It's a man, that means only 1,000 possible." If she thought that would calm her, she was wrong as the fast moving Burlesque: Allegro played, the vibrator keeping pace with the violin virtuo's hands. At one point Ariana fantasized that the entire violin section was controlling the electronic vibrations deep in her core.

She was covered in a fine layer of perspiration, thankful that the house lights were down and that nobody could see her nipples strain at the thick velvet dress, the lust in her eyes, or the fine sheen that covered her. True panic began to sit in as she knew that soon the house lights would be brought up and that she would be on public display. The panic only fueled her lust, this was what she wanted afterall - to be on display, to be tormented and tortured.

Ariana Augustino moaned a throaty moan as the applause started and people began to stand. She frantically tried to remember all that she had agreed to for the evening, hoping that by the end of the night she would get her brains fucked out because this torment was driving her mad.

At the conclusion to the performance Ariana made her way to the coat check where the sweet girl handed her the cloak and the intricately wrapped gift box with a small card that read, "You may want to open this in the privacy of the ladies room, your escort will meet you here when you return." Ariana blushed as she looked for the nearest restroom. She tried to discreetly open the package, but in a crowded bathroom at the conclusion of a symphony how could she tear paper and open a box without it being heard.

When she finally did get the package open it contained a jeweled butt plug, a small tube of lube, and an elegant but unmistakable collar. Not a choker, but a leather collar like someone would use for their cat - complete with a small clip for a leash. In penmanship that looked like a draftsman had written it she read the instructions: 1: Remove the vibrator. 2: Insert the plug. 3: Wear the collar. If I see the collar I will know that you wish to continue your evening ~ Gray.

In Italian Ariana murmured to herself, "Cagna perché hai chiesto di essere umiliato" (Bitch, why did you ask to be humiliated?) She removed her small vibrating friend and tucked it into her bag as she put a dollop of lube on her finger then on the jeweled plug and pushed it past her ring giving a small groan as she felt it fill her. Finally, she slipped the collar around her neck and clicked the small lock on it before she walked out of the restroom praying that nobody had seen her. With a red face and smoldering sexual need Ariana tried to relax and determined to at least get this part behind her.

As she turned the corner she immediately knew who her escort was. He was tall and lean and rugged looking. She wasn't sure how she knew just something in her gut told her that this was the guy. As she walked to the coat check her suspicions were rewarded as he smiled, "Shall we head to dinner, pet?" he asked as he positioned right arm allowing her left hand to slide into place.

Her escort got the attention of her driver and opened the door for her. From the front they heard the voice, "2 for dinner Ms. Augustino? Are you still going to Across the Aisle?"

She smiled as innocently as she could wearing the collar and butt plug, "Yes, the reservations are for two."

As Ariana looked away the driver caught TJ's eye in the mirror and winked. The couple sat in the back and made gentle small talk about the performance, the snowy evening and all of those other bits of small talk.

From his vantage point the driver could see his passenger was a bit more disheveled than she was on the trip from the hotel.

Ariana pursed her lips as she tried to not make her current situation obvious to the driver. Although she could smell her own musky arousal, she hoped that the aroma had not made its way to the front seat, or to her escort. However, there was no doubting the curling of excitement that teased through her loins.

It was tense, too tense, and the quiet whirr of the vehicle on the road, perfectly smooth, still seemed to send the tiniest of vibrations through her body. Her nostrils flared as she swallowed hard and half-twisted, making a pretense of staring out the window, but there was nothing happening on the late-night streets of DC that would attract her attention.

There was nothing out there to distract her and no number of short, sharp breaths could soothe the sense of unease, the pounding need that was becoming more and more urgent with every passing second. She could not go undetected.

As she looked out the window her escort's hand had slowly moved up her thigh, under the hem of her dress, past the top of her stockings. A finger had moved past the protection of her thong and separated her folds and slid inside of her. Her brain was busy talking to herself, "Questo è quello che volevi. Troia sporca" (This is what you wanted, Dirty slut)

Her escort kept his eyes forward as he kept moving his finger inside her. It was almost as if he anticipated every single bump in the road and grazed her G spot at the exact moment she felt the plug move in her ass. The bastard even kept casual conversation going as if he wasn't going to make her squirt all over the inside of the car.

The driver looked back and smirked as she opened her legs a bit more to give Gray access and reached out to grip his forearm. Arian's nostrils flared a bit more and she was having more difficulty carrying on conversation that she was accustomed to. When TJ felt her dig her nails into his arm and moan softly he knew she was getting close to orgasm, the obscenity of what he was doing to her bringing her rapidly to crisis.

He wouldn't do that to her, not here, not yet. The trick was to take her close, as close to the edge as he could, and then stop. The warmth of his practiced hands were even more intense than the vibrations of the G spot vibrator. Ariana watched him as he stopped and a small smirk crossed his face. The bastard was enjoying his control of her. He was playing her body as well as Kravakos played the Stradivarius.

TJ smirked, knowing Ariana would retain the wanton heat until he could begin the next step once they arrived at the restaurant. Then later he knew that the feel of his cock inside of her would turn her into a shameless sexual animal.

He smirked as he withdrew his finger, leaving her hanging in her distress. She squeezed his arm harder in a silent plea to get her off, to finish her and damn the consequences, but he just licked off his fingers and continued the small talk as she mewed in frustration and tried to arrange herself.

The hostess approached as the couple entered the restaurant. She smiled shyly at TJ, "Good evening Mr. Gray, welcome back. I have you at the Chef's table." Ariana looked appreciatively, little did she know that TJ and the chef had been intimately entangled just a few weeks before As Ariana sat she noticed the small key reflecting the candlelight. It was hanging by a short chain from Gray's lapel pin. The key to the collar that she had willingly placed around her own neck just a short time ago. Gray notices her eyes and he smirks and slowly touches the key, with the same finger that had been inside of her pussy on the drive over.

An attractive young server made her way to the table, "Good evening Mr. Gray, I am Ashley, I'll be taking care of you this evening. Ariana glances at the wine list as TJ smiles at the server. "She needs a moment, I'm sure she's looking for a wine from her vineyard. I've kept her a bit distracted this evening. My apologies, Ashley."

Gray locks eyes with Ariana, "See anything you want?" TJ winks at her as a smirk dances on his lips, further distracting her. Underneath the table, his hand has moved to her knee. She was aware that the table cloth was not low enough to protect her from the prying eyes of the beautiful chef or anyone else in the kitchen.

Suzi walks up to the table and greets TJ with a kiss on the cheek. As TJ introduces the two women Ariana detects a touch from Suzi that is beyond casual. Jealousy creeps into her face as the two women talk. After some conversation about wine and the vineyard Suzi smiles at the Italian woman, "Stop by tomorrow and we can talk business - if you can walk." The chef winks as she turns and heads back to work.

TJ allowed the wine expert to choose the bottle for the evening. Ariana chose a nice, dry red. TJ placed the order when Ashley returned. Ariana was incredibly uncomfortable, she felt like Ashley and Suzi knew exactly what was going on. If her deference to TJ didn't give it away, then surely the collar she wore did. Did they know how much control she had given him, did they know he had fingered her all the way to the restaurant? They had to know that he was going to fuck her. She felt the humiliation she craved and it turned her on even more

When the wine steward came with the bottle he opened the bottle and poured the wine. Ariana was sure she noticed a knowing glance shared between the steward and her date, then tried to convince herself that she was just being paranoid. As TJ swirled the wine in the glass and lifted it to his nose to smell. The smirk returns to his face as he looks at Ariana, "Where are my manners, you are the sommelier and vineyard owner?"

He held the crystal wine glass across the table for her to sample. Only, he didn't extend his arm all the way across the table, causing Ariana to lean forward, pressing her tits against the table. Her ample cleavage spilled out of the top of her dress as TJ smiled. The wine steward and Ashley had a great view of Ariana's full breasts. The steward let the double entendre slip, "Very nice, Sir. If I can help in any way tonight please do not hesitate to ask."

Ms. Augustino blushed, she wasn't sure if it was just her face that turned pink, or if her cleavage was glowing red as well. Ariana pulls her arms close to her chest, trying to salvage some of her dignity as her date takes further control and orders for her. Gray shares a wink with the waitress which further messes with Ariana's sense of stability.

As the couple chat and sip wine for the next several moments Ariana's mind raced. Was the entire staff in on the game? Was she just being paranoid? Why was she so turned on? What did the chef mean about her not being able to walk in the morning? She had been in tense situations and negotiations before, but never with her pussy so on fire and a butt plug firmly planted in her ass. Before dinner arrived she excused herself to go to the ladies room. TJ stood and helped pull her chair out and whispered into her ear as she stood. "Nothing comes out."

"Sì, signore," she whispered as the blush returned to her face.

A few moments later as Ariana returned to the table. A bit taken aback as Suzi, the chef/owner brought their dinner to the table. A wonderful order of seared scallops with a white wine sauce for Ariana, and a braised rack of lamb with a demi glaze for Gray. As Suzi bent forward to place Ariana's plate her eye went to the flash of cleavage framed by the navy blue Chef's jacket. Arian's eyes fill with panic as she sees a small key dangling from a fine chain between her breasts. Ariana's dark eyes look at Gray's lapel and the key is gone. Ariana's eyes widen as she sucks in her breath, trying to not hyperventilate. The bastard had given the key to the collar around her neck to the chef.

"Does everything look okay?" Suzi innocently asks. Ariana nods silently as TJ locks eyes with her, winks and replies, "Everything looks amazing Suzi, you are the queen of your kitchen. Thank you."

Suzi smiles, "Unless there is a white knight to cause the queen to lose her mind."

The panic began to rise even higher in Ariana. The chef was in on the game. She can't even think about eating as she looks at her escort as he calmly cut a small bite of the lamb, dabbed at a smear of the demi glaze and put the fork to his mouth. He winks, "Everything OK? You look troubled. Are you worried about something? The sly smirk returns to his face as he puts the small bite of lamb into his mouth.

"How could you?!?" Ariana whispered.

"How could I, what? Isn't this what you expected? Also my dear, I'd choose words very carefully, it seems as if I am the one in control at the moment." TJ leaned forward, the playful green eyes had turned serious

Ariana pauses, carefully choosing her words. "What does she know?" she asked as politely as her trembling voice would allow.

That damned smirk and this time he added in a wink. "Perhaps nothing," Gray replies between bites, "or perhaps, everything. You were in the bathroom for several minutes. Much conversation could have happened in those moments. Maybe I told her about the theater, the vibrator, the butt plug and the collar, and how wet your pussy is and that I won't let you cum." TJ winked at her across the table again, "Or maybe I told her nothing and just asked her to wear it for me." He slipped another small bite of lamb, the smirk gone and his eyes betraying nothing.

"Bastardo," she murmured, "You need to get that key back.".

TJ chuckled, "Really, why is that?" He reached up and touched his neck. "It seems as if I am wearing a bow tie, not a locked collar." Ariana took a deep breath, unsure of what to say as TJ placed his fork on his plate, "Answer me this. Are you feeling humiliated?"

Ariana nodded, "Yes, I am."

TJ went on, "Isn't this what you requested?"

Ms. Augustino nodded, "I didn't know to expect this."

Gray's hand slipped up her knee again, "If I slide my hand further up your thigh will I find that you are still as wet as you were on the drive over?" This time there was no answer, just a soft moan as TJ went on, "So, you are here, not on display to the entire world and people that may know or recognize you and ruin your reputation. If you prefer we can finish dinner and go our separate ways, or we can continue with where we were going." His voice remained calm, soothing even with the smirk returning to his face. "In short, if you want the key, you'll need to get it from Suzi"

Ariana's legs opened slightly, "I want to do work with her, professionally."

TJ's hands slid higher as he started to gently massage just at the opening of her wet pussy. "You will, if you can walk tomorrow."

Ariana sat stunned. What kind of prick was he? Kind,caring, protective while at the same time pushing her to her limit. She quickly made a mental note to never ever get on Mr. Gray's bad side. She had made millions knowing grapes, knowing wine, controlling men, and reading people. Tonight she realized she was playing a game that she would never win as she could not get a clear read on the man who was playing with her body and her mind.

The look on TJ's face didn't give Ariana any comfort. His green eyes twinkled and the smirk just lingered on his face. The joy of the situation is that the anxiety and humiliation is a product of Ariana's own mind. Each possibility gets played out in her mind. First, is that the real key? Could TJ have given Suzi a different key and told her nothing, hoping to trick Ariana into revealing her own humiliation? If she said nothing and doesn't get the key back, will TJ eventually free her later, after the evening is over or would she come to the meeting in the morning still in a collar?"