"Let's try something new."

Connie was enjoying her chocolate silk cake when Stevens voice shattered her thoughts. "Huh?"

"I said," he murmered locking his heated eyes onto hers. "Let's. Try. Something. New." His voice had dropped to a whisper in the crowded restaurant so that Connie had to lean in to catch it.

"Wha-what do you mean?" She looked around dubiously and brought her gaze back to his. She felt all the blood leave her face. "You don't mean..."

He said nothing, but his eyes sparked in reply.

"But, but Stevennn... I just wanna eat my cake." She pouted.

"So do I." He said, his silken voice entrancing her. He raised a finger and asked for the check. The waitress smiled and winked at him, but he paid no mind.

"I disobeyed once in public Steven. Its not a punishable offense!" Connie hissed.

"Mmmm... whos in charge here, Connie?" His voice was almost mocking and arrogant but his eyes were compassionate. He smirked as she fidgeted seeing her losing an internal battle of free will and submission only made his ego even bigger.

She sighed in defeat and bit her lip before muttering, "You, my Diamond."

"Good girl." Steven praised.

Connie involuntarily shivered as lust danced down her spine. He was looking at her. Normally that didnt bother her one bit. In fact, at times she would notice but not pretend not to catch on just to tease him a little. But this was different.

His gaze was heated. Not figuratively, either. She could feel the legitimate warmth eminating from him. It was odd, because normally physical contact was required to feel his heat. He was leaning on his fist watching her with determination and grit. She felt her will fading until she found herself deep in a headspace of submission.

He had finally sat back, just in time for the waitress to come back with the receipt. Steven looked down to see the waitresses number scrawled down on the bottom. Annoyed, he crumpled it. "Connie?"

"Yes, my Diamond?"

"Give me your panties." He said with the same casual tone he might use to ask her to pass the salt.

Connie blinked. "N-now?" She dared to break away from her headspace long enough to hesitate.

"D-did I s-st-stutter?" He replied.

Connie swallowed. While the idea of giving him her panties in the middle of a restaurant was naughty and arousing, she didnt know what he planned to do with them. Perhaps tuck them in his back pocket, so theyd stick out as she accompanied him out the door? Or maybe he was testing her obdeience. She glanced around and shifted to get her black lace thong over her hips and down her thigh. Steven leaned forward and locked eyes with her again as she pulled them down her calves.

She stopped and smiled. "Would you like to finish the job?"

He reddened a bit but shook his head. "No.... you seem more than capable of undressing your self without my assistance."

She tittered a bit. How could she forget? He loves the suspense. She slid them off all the way and looked at him questioningly.

"Give them here." He put his hand palm up on the table and Connie delicately gave them over. He smiled his 'million dollar Universe charm' smile and stood abruptly. "Lets go."

Connie looked over and noted the discarded underwear on the table. "Arent you forgetting something?"

He glanced back at the table and his face went solemn. "No."

And with that he pulled her away and out the door just as the waitress came back and yelped in shock. The underwear had been over a $20 tip with a note saying:

'Taken.'

A/N: I love this side of them. It's the damn persona Steven takes for Connie. 🥵🥵🥵