Chapter 15: Pregnant Public Risk Peak

The loose maternity sundress whispered against Emma’s thighs as she stepped out of the car into the warm afternoon sun of the upscale outdoor plaza. Fabric the color of soft cream draped over her rounded belly, the gentle swell now unmistakable beneath the thin cotton, drawing the occasional lingering glance from passersby. The slim day collar lay hidden beneath the wide neckline, its delicate chain resting cool and secret against her collarbone, while the small remote vibrator nestled firm against her clit inside her panties hummed to life with a low, insistent pulse the moment Marcus’s thumb brushed the controller in his pocket.

Her breath caught sharp, knees softening for a fraction of a second as the vibration rolled through her already-sensitive core. He’s doing this here, where everyone can see my pregnant belly and no one knows I’m collared and dripping because my own father is edging me in broad daylight. The thought sent a fresh gush of slick soaking the lace, her inner thighs pressing together instinctively as they began to walk.

Marcus kept his hand at the small of her back, guiding her through the sun-dappled paths lined with boutique windows and café tables. His touch was light, almost casual, but the hidden leash in the way he steered her felt heavier than ever. The sundress swayed with each step, the fabric brushing the underside of her fuller breasts and the curve of her belly, nipples already tight and faintly damp against the material from the constant low-level leak that had started weeks ago. Every stranger’s eyes that flicked toward her rounded middle made her core clench harder around the pulsing toy. A young couple smiled at her belly as they passed; an older woman murmured something kind about how radiant she looked. Emma forced a polite smile, cheeks burning, while the vibrator kicked up a notch and her pussy fluttered helplessly.

Marcus leaned close, voice velvet against her ear. “Keep that pretty face calm, pet. They think you’re just a glowing expectant mother. They have no idea your cunt is clenching around nothing because Daddy’s toy is teasing the same womb he filled.” The words landed low and filthy, twisting the shame into liquid heat that dripped steadily down her thighs. She bit the inside of her cheek, fighting the whimper that wanted to escape as they paused outside a small bookstore. The vibrator thrummed stronger now, the setting shifting in slow waves that made her hips rock almost imperceptibly against nothing.

They stepped inside the cool, quiet shop. Shelves of books rose around them, the faint scent of paper and ink mixing with the clean citrus of Marcus’s skin. He guided her deeper into the stacks, the remote pulsing faster between the rows where no one could see. Emma gripped a shelf, knuckles white, her breath shallow as the toy pressed firm circles against her swollen clit. Milk beaded faintly at her nipples, darkening two small spots on the sundress. The risk coiled tight in her chest—anyone could round the corner, notice the flush on her cheeks, the subtle tremble in her legs, the way her pregnant belly strained against the fabric while she fought not to moan.