In Plain Sight

It’s just brunch.

Two people, a Sunday morning, a sunlit café with crooked chairs and the scent of fresh pastries in the air.

To anyone watching, we could be any couple—laughing, leaning close, trading sips of coffee.

But I feel the charge beneath her skin like a live wire.

She wears the dress I chose for her—soft blue cotton, just a little too short when she crosses her legs. No bra.

My command. Her compliance.

I watch her from across the table as she runs a finger along the rim of her glass.

Eyes lowered. Shoulders relaxed. But her mouth curves into a knowing smile.

She’s glowing. Not because of last night—but because she’s mine. Still marked, inside and out.

“You’re quiet,” I say, reaching out to touch her hand.

She smiles up at me. “I like being watched.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Are you talking about me or everyone else in here?”

Her blush gives her away.

I lean forward. Voice low. Calm.

“They have no idea, do they? That you’re sitting there with my cum still inside you. 

That I could snap my fingers and have you follow me to the restroom without a word.”

Her pupils dilate. I feel her thighs tense beneath the table.

“You wouldn’t,” she breathes.

“I wouldn’t,” I say. “Not today. Today you just get to be pretty for me. Obedient. Soft.”

She bites her lip. Her eyes dart down.

“Color?”

She looks up, instantly. “Green, Sir.”

Good Girl.