"You're not questioning my command?"
I lifted my gaze to his face and smiled while I kept unbuttoning the coat. "It's what you want, and for the weekend, you own me."
"Correct."
"Then, no, Sir. I will let you know my feelings Christmas day." I gave him an impish grin.
I slid the garment from my shoulders and held it out to Sir.
"I'm sure you will." He hung it on the hook on the post of my bench.
Out of my peripheral vision, the server's eyes widened, but she didn't comment. My nipples hardened further at the thought of her doing more than looking.
"Just the right tightness." Sir brushed his knuckles across my breasts.
An involuntary sigh slipped past my lips. My fear turned to excitement.
Sir moved to the other side of the table, and the server stepped forward. "My name is..." she hesitated; her gaze fixed on me. I had hoped the vibe I felt from her wasn't a fluke.
"Welcome to..." As I slid into my booth seat, the ruffled skirt of the sheer lace corset dress lifted, showing where my thigh and ass met. Her breath hitched. My pussy gushed, and I refrained from lifting the skirt to show her my bare ass and pussy.
