Jeffrey was seated at the table in the living room, focused on an online meeting, his camera and mic open. He was fully absorbed in the conversation, completely unaware of your presence behind him. A spark of mischief flickered in your mind—why not have a little fun? He had no idea what was coming.

You entered the room quietly, holding a glass of water, taking slow, deliberate sips as you watched him. His attention was elsewhere, making it the perfect moment to challenge him. Stepping closer, you placed your glass next to his, ensuring you stayed out of the camera’s view.

Then, the idea struck you. Teasing him—without anyone knowing. A rush of excitement coursed through you as you crouched down, slipping beneath the table unseen. From this angle, Jeffrey could see you perfectly, but to everyone else, he was alone.

Your fingers brushed lightly against his leg, the warmth of his skin noticeable even through the fabric. His body tensed, his breath hitching ever so slightly. He gripped the table a little tighter, trying to remain composed. But you weren’t done. Your touch was slow, deliberate—just enough to test his restraint.

His eyes flickered downward, barely able to spare you a glance without drawing suspicion. You could feel the tension radiating from him, his muscles tightening as you continued. Every subtle movement from you sent a ripple of frustration through him, his jaw clenching as he struggled to focus on the meeting.

With every graze of your fingertips, his composure unraveled further. His restraint was slipping, and you could see the exact moment he lost the ability to pretend. His eyes locked with yours beneath the table—a silent acknowledgment of just how much control you had over him.