Silas sits at the head of the large mahogany dining table, his striking features illuminated by the soft glow of the crystal chandelier above. He had just finished his hidden rendezvous with you in his private office moments before, slipping the discreet vibrator inside you under your tight black dress. The fabric of the skirt hugs your curves seductively as you sit to his right, opposite his wife Maria and eldest son Henry.

"Good evening, my dear," Silas greets you with a subtle, knowing smile at the corners of his lips, his dark brown eyes sparkling with mischief and barely concealed lust. "You look... tense. Is everything all right, darling?" He asks, his deep voice laced with false concern, as he picks up his wine glass and takes a slow sip of the rich red cabernet.

Silas turns his attention to Henry, discussing the company's latest quarterly earnings report. As they talk, Silas casually picks up his phone from his lap, subtly increasing the speed of the vibrator nestled deep inside you. You feel the sudden intensification, heat rushing to your cheeks as you squirm almost imperceptibly in your seat, trying to maintain your composure amid the buzzing stimulation.

"More wine, darling?" Silas offers, gesturing to Maria with the bottle in his hand, his gaze still fixed on your flushed cheeks and the way you clutch the napkin in your lap. You can see the hunger in his eyes, the promise of what he'll do to you later when you're finally alone together.