First things first, that was MY seat!

That little cutie really could’ve used a lesson in manners. So, I decided to put my newfound ability to the test. She was still glued to her phone, completely oblivious. Without a second thought, I snapped my fingers right in front of her face.

The sound startled her. She blinked up at me, wide-eyed. “Hang up the phone,” I said, calm but firm.

Without a word, she ended the call mid-sentence, setting the phone in her lap, confusion painting her features.

“Get up and let me sit down,” I continued, my tone leaving no room for debate.

She blinked again, caught off guard, then slowly stood, stepping aside so I could take her seat.

Finally settled, I leaned back, glancing over at her. She still stood there, clutching her phone awkwardly, her gaze fixed on me, a strange mix of defiance and embarrassment in her eyes.

“Your name’s Sarah, right?” I asked.

She nodded, stiff and unsure.

“Do you know who I am?” I added, just to push it further. She nodded again, more stiffly this time, her eyes flicking down.

“You realize you’ve been rude, don’t you?” I pressed.

Her cheeks flushed a soft pink. This time, her nod was accompanied by a slight drop of her gaze.

“Alright,” I said, gesturing to my lap with a sly grin, “now that we’ve got that straight, you can sit back down.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, her mind racing with the implications. “But, Mr. Messer, I don’t think…” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

I didn’t wait for her to finish. “Ok,” she muttered, clearly not having the courage to resist. Hesitantly, she lowered herself onto my lap, her weight light at first, like she was trying to avoid touching me at all. So cute, really.

I could feel the warmth of her body through her jeans, her awkwardness practically vibrating through me, and it was... well, satisfying. The train lurched forward, rattling along as usual, but Sarah? She was stiff as a board, trying to maintain some semblance of decency while perched on me. It was almost adorable how hard she was trying to pretend this wasn’t happening. Every tiny shift she made sent a jolt of warmth through my body, especially as I felt myself responding.

The more she squirmed, the more... stiff I got. And with every hesitant move, I couldn’t help but notice how her discomfort was becoming my pleasure. The harder she tried to avoid rubbing against me, the more it seemed to happen, and the more it seemed to fuel something darker in me.

If she thought she could stay still, well, good luck with that. Because every movement she made just made the line between her discomfort and my growing enjoyment blur more and more. I didn’t even notice I was fidgeting with the ring with my thumb, trying to keep my cool, but the buzz of its energy lingered. It wasn’t just my body responding—it was something deeper, something harder to deny.

I couldn’t even pretend to care anymore. Not about her. Not about anything.

The thrill of control was intoxicating, pushing me to explore further how far this power could go. I squeezed her knee with one hand while pulling her back with the other to make her lean on my chest. Approaching her nape, I caressed her inner-thigh as I snaked a hand under her brightly colored hoodie to stroke her nice, flat belly.

“Stay still!” I whispered softly in her ear, making her shiver slightly, “I’m pretty sure that you like this…”

Sarah swooned, lightly biting her lower lip, she laid back, head lolling to the side to offer me her neck.

I was happy to take the hint; I kissed it, occasionally moving up to her ear, nibbling away delicately as I went.

Excited and embarrassed equally, she whimpered quietly as I unbuttoned her jeans with one hand. Probably realizing what to expect, she opened her legs a little to facilitate my access while instinctively wrapping her fingers around my wrist, albeit without trying to hinder me, merely accompanying my movements.

With my mouth still pressed against her neck, I brushed the smooth fabric of her panties with my hand. Her body tensed immediately in anticipation as an almost inaudible, guttural moan quietly resonated against my lips. With a sly smile stamped on my face, I firmly stroked her over the front of her panties, eliciting cute little moans.

As soon as I deemed her ready, judging by how wet she was through the soft fabric, I deftly peeled her panties aside, arching back a couple of fingers and plunging them inside her folds.

Clasping her free hand above her mouth, vainly trying to muffle her own gasps, Sarah closed her legs as I was pushing in, trapping my fingers inside her. Her other hand left my wrist to move up and cling to my other sleeve, nervously tugging and twisting it.

Firmly wedged inside her, I continued to move my hand as she was bracing up, rolling her hips and rhythmically squeezing her knees together.

Breathing raggedly and still holding her mouth firmly, she was nearing her orgasm, almost unable to contain her muffled moans.

My thumb rubbing over her clit, she continued to hump down against my hand, perspiration sticking her hairs to her forehead and temples.

As my fingers continued their exploration, I felt Sarah’s body respond to every touch—shifting, arching slightly against me. Her breath came faster now, shallow and uneven, as though she were on the edge of something. But I wasn’t here to let her get there—not yet.

I pulled back just enough to break the rhythm, giving her a moment to breathe, to realize where this was going, just to abruptly tug my hand away from her pussy and out of her pants. Her excited moaning instantly turned into a surprised, long, and almost pained whine.

“NOOOoooo-ooooooo…. Sooo cloooooseeee!!” The confusion in her eyes was palpable, mixed with the burning need to continue. But I had no intention of letting her finish, not just yet.

I leaned in, my lips grazing her ear as I whispered, “Only good girls deserve to cum,” nibbling at her neck and savoring the slight saltiness of her shuddering skin.

Her body quivered under me, her chest rising and falling erratically. “Please, Sir, please, please pleeasee!” she pleaded, her voice trembling as she neared desperation.

“No!” I cut her off with a sharp tone. “Now get dressed and be quiet.”

Her face twisted in disappointment, but she complied, pouting as she stiffly rearranged her clothes. The slow, calculated movements only heightened the satisfaction of knowing I had control. My mission of administering the rightful punishment was complete, but I couldn’t help but glance at her cute little face as she sat back down, still on my lap.

I was trying, and failing, to will my aching hard-on into submission, but it was getting harder to focus on anything other than the situation.

“Listen,” I said with a grin, watching her carefully.

She sat up straight now, her hands nervously folded in her lap, her gaze fixed downward. Her teary eyes avoided mine, still processing the intense rush of emotions and sensations.

“Have you learned your lesson?” I asked.

Her head dipped slightly in a weak nod.

I chuckled darkly, the corner of my mouth twitching upward. “You liked that…”

This time, her nod was decidedly more vigorous.

“I’m pretty sure that, from now on, you’re going to think about today a lot,” I said, letting the words hang in the air between us.

Sarah gave me a glance from the corner of her eye, a mix of curiosity and something else—a spark that flickered, hesitant but eager. Her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t speak. Instead, she looked away, as if weighing something deep inside her.

I leaned in just a little closer, my tone taking on a deeper, almost coaxing note. “I’m pretty sure that you’ll find yourself thinking about me… more than you ever expected. All the time, really. Even when you don’t want to.”

She didn’t respond right away, but I caught a quick nod, so faint it almost seemed involuntary. It was as if her body already knew the truth before her mind had caught up.

I pressed on, enjoying the power that swelled inside me. “I’m pretty sure that you’ll masturbate, a lot, thinking about this. Every time you close your eyes, I’ll be there. And from now on,” I let the words roll off my tongue slowly, deliberately, “you won’t be able to cum unless you’re thinking about having sex with me. Do you understand?”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t protest. There was no defiance in her gaze anymore, just a brief flicker of surprise before it dulled into resignation. She nodded slowly, acknowledging what I’d just said as if it were an inevitability, not a command.

I smirked, pleased with how easily she fell into line, the ring’s influence working its subtle magic. I let my fingers graze the side of her neck, brushing a stray lock of hair from her nape. She shivered, her body reacting without her permission.

“Fine then,” I murmured, almost to myself, watching her shudder again, this time more from the weight of my words than the physical touch.

Without waiting for her response, I turned my attention to my phone, scrolling through emails like nothing had happened. But my fingers never fully left her, tracing idle circles on her stomach under her hoodie but through the fabric of her shirt, the contact light but enough to keep her tethered to me.

The rest of the train ride passed in silence, but the atmosphere was thick, charged. I could feel the weight of her anticipation, her mind swimming with thoughts I had planted, and I reveled in it, letting the quiet linger.

Finally, the train slowed to a stop at my destination. I rose, motioning for Sarah to take my seat. She looked up at me, hesitant, but I could see something else—something dangerous, a spark in her eyes, as though she had become keenly aware of how little control she had left.

As I stepped toward the door, she called out to me, “Goodbye, Mr. Messer. See you soon.”

The words were so casual, yet there was something new in her tone. Something different. It almost sounded like an invitation, though she hadn’t realized it herself.

I turned to face her, a smirk curling at my lips. “Goodbye, Sarah,” I said, my voice low and knowing.

She smiled back at me, her expression almost too eager, too knowing for someone who had just been utterly humiliated. But it didn’t matter. I could feel the weight of the exchange settling into her, the subtle shift in her perception, and I knew: very good indeed.

As the train doors slid shut and I stepped onto the platform, I watched her settle back into her seat, the full gravity of the moment beginning to hit her. And I couldn’t help but smile to myself as the train pulled away.