Chapter 6

The week since I had come back from my trip abroad had been a whirlwind of surprises. Work had gone better than I could have imagined, and Matt recognized that. He called me into his office and, with a firm handshake and a congratulatory grin, handed me a sizable bonus for my “outstanding work.” The pride that swelled inside me was hard to put into words. I was doing well, and I wanted to celebrate in a way that made it clear to Elizabeth how much I appreciated everything she’d done since I’d been back. She had been different lately—sexier, more confident, always eager to show her love and affection.

When I told her we were going shopping to celebrate, her face lit up with that sweet but mischievous smile I had come to love. She was dressed casually sexy, something that had become her signature style lately. Low-rise, tight jeans hugged her hips, showing off her tanned fit stomach, and a tiny white crop top barely covered her midriff, highlighting her new belly ring. The piercing glinted in the sunlight, making her look little more out there, wanting attention. Her heels—those high, strappy ones that toned her tight butt—clicked on the floor as we made our way out.

“Ready to spoil me?” she teased, running her fingers over my arm, always clinging to me like she couldn’t get enough.

I grinned, feeling a surge of excitement. “Always. I only want the best for my woman.”

Her heavy makeup, false lashes, and glossy lips were perfect. Elizabeth looked stunning these days, always sexy and put together, as if every step was a performance just for me. Since the clit piercing, I swear, it’s like she’d gotten hornier, more playful—always teasing, always finding ways to make me feel like the luckiest guy in the room.

We walked through the mall, her laughter filling the air. Every few steps, she’d say something playful, something that caught me off guard in the best way.

“Look at that guy over there,” she whispered in my ear, her breath warm and teasing. “He’s checking out my ass. Think he knows I’m not wearing any panties?” She winked at me, biting her lip.

I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re too much,” I said, though secretly, I loved it. I loved how she played with people, with me—always walking that line between naughty and sweet, making it impossible for me to take my eyes off her.

At one point, we passed a group of girls who couldn’t help but look Elizabeth up and down. She noticed, of course, and gave them a sly smile before leaning into me. “I think they’re jealous, baby,” she said, running a hand down my chest. “They know I’ve got the best man in this place.”

“Is that so?” I played along, loving the confidence in her voice, the way she made everything feel like it was a game only we were in on.

As we wandered from store to store, I could tell she was in her element. She picked out pieces of clothing with an enthusiasm that was infectious—tight leather shorts that hugged her curves, a sleek oversized leather blazer that made her look like she had just stepped out of some high-fashion magazine. She returned wearing the leather blazer and shorts, turning to look at herself in the mirror.

“From the back, it looks like I’m wearing only wearing the blazer,” she said, shooting me a sweet wicked glance over her shoulder.

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked, grinning.

She gave me a slow, playful smile. “Not if it’s just for you, to see how people watch.” Sweet wink.

That sent a thrill through me. She was becoming bolder, more daring, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I loved seeing her like this, confident in her skin, fully aware of her power over me. And when she found things that she liked—whether it was a new pair of heels, a top that showed off her tan, or some ridiculously sexy lingerie—she’d turn to me, biting her lip, knowing full well that I’d buy it for her in a heartbeat.

She’d clung to my arm the whole time, her body pressed against mine, always teasing, always affectionate. I could feel the eyes of other men on her, watching her as she moved, but that only made me more proud. Elizabeth was mine, and spoiling her made me feel like I was claiming her over and over again.

In one of the jewelry stores, we found a pair of golden hoop earrings, the kind that were sophisticated but large enough to make a statement—four inches in diameter, perfect for her. I bought them for her without hesitation. And because her ears were now pierced in multiple places, I added diamond studs for her second and third holes. Only the best for my woman.

When the clerk handed me the earrings, I turned to Elizabeth and slid them into her hands. “Only the best for you,” I said, feeling that surge of possessiveness that I couldn’t quite explain. Spoiling her was more than just making her happy—it made me feel good, like I was giving her what she deserved.

She squealed with delight, and before I knew it, she’d pulled me in for a sloppy French kiss right in the middle of the store. Her tongue brushed against mine, slow and sensual, the taste of her lipstick sweet on my lips. She didn’t care who was watching, and neither did I.

“Thank you, hubby,” she whispered, her voice dripping with affection. There was a gleam in her eye, something that promised I’d be getting my reward later.

We spent hours walking through the mall, laughing and teasing each other. Elizabeth was more playful than ever, always finding ways to push the boundaries, to say something a little dirtier than she normally would. But I loved it. She made me feel alive, like I could be my best self when I was with her. The fact that she was so excited about my bonus, so proud of me—it made everything better.

I couldn’t stop grinning as we walked through the front door, our arms full of bags. Spoiling Elizabeth always gave me a rush, but today? Today was different. Seeing her face light up every time I bought her something expensive, knowing she was walking around in that sexy outfit just for me—it made me feel powerful. And now, as we unloaded the bags onto the couch, I felt a surge of desire. Spending that much money on my gorgeous wife had worked me up, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do about it.

Elizabeth caught the wicked smile spreading across my face and raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful grin of her own. “I know that look,” she teased, stepping closer to me, her hands resting lightly on my chest. “You look like a man who’s ready to be taken care of.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Maybe I am.”

Without missing a beat, she dropped to her knees in the middle of the living room, her eyes never leaving mine as she slowly, sensually opened my fly. My breath caught in my throat as she freed me from my pants, her soft hands stroking me with a gentle but deliberate touch. God, she looked incredible—her heavy makeup, her hair wild from the day out, and those big golden hoop earrings swaying slightly as she moved.

She started with teasing licks, her warm tongue tracing along my length, kissing me softly before sliding her lips over the tip. I groaned, my hand instinctively finding its way to her hair, feeling the thick, glossy strands slip through my fingers. “Liz...”

But before I could finish, she surprised me—really surprised me. For the first time, she took me in deep, deeper than I thought possible. Her hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer as she pushed me further into her mouth. I gasped, watching her with wide eyes as she effortlessly took me down her throat. There was no hesitation, no gag—just a hungry, determined look in her eyes as she worked me like she had been waiting all day for this.

The sensation was incredible. I could feel her throat tightening around me, the wet warmth of her mouth driving me crazy. She gagged slightly, but instead of pulling away, she pushed me in deeper, her saliva coating me as she moved back and forth with a rhythm that left me breathless. My legs trembled slightly as I looked down at her, watching her take me like a pro, her lips slick, her chin glistening with spit.

“Fuck, Elizabeth,” I muttered, completely overcome by the sight of her. She had never done anything like this before—this raw, this dirty—and I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt. I was lost in the moment, letting her guide me, her hands gripping me tightly as she bobbed up and down, her tonsils working me over.

The gagging sound she made as she took me in deep sent shivers down my spine. It was a sound I’d never thought would turn me on so much, but here I was, teetering on the edge, completely under her spell.

Before I knew it, the pressure built to a peak, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m gonna ... fuck ... I’m gonna cum,” I groaned, my fingers tightening in her hair as I lost control. I felt the release explode through me, and Elizabeth didn’t miss a beat. She took everything, swallowing me down as I came deep in her throat, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. It was the most intense orgasm I’d had ever making my hips buckle.

When it was over, she pulled away, licking her lips slowly as she wiped her chin. There was a brief flicker of something in her eyes—maybe hesitation, maybe fear. Had she gone too far? Had this been too much? But before I could say anything, she moved up, calming me with soft kisses on my thighs, cleaning me up with her tongue as if nothing unusual had happened.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet, but I could hear something beneath it—like she wasn’t sure how I’d take what just happened.

I blinked, still trying to process what had just gone down. “Y-yeah. Yeah, I’m more than okay,” I stammered, my heart still racing. I could see something had changed in her, though. She was different, more assertive, more willing to push boundaries.

Elizabeth smiled, her eyes softening as she gently stroked my thigh. “I just want to be your princess during the day and your slut in the bedroom,” she whispered, her voice laced with both affection and that same seductive tone that drove me wild.

I didn’t know how to respond to that, not with words anyway. Instead, I reached for her, pulling her up onto the couch next to me, my hands running over her body. The feel of her skin, bronzed and smooth, the shimmer of her belly ring catching my eye—it all made me want her even more. I kissed her hard, my fingers slipping beneath her crop top, feeling the warmth of her skin against my hands.

Her breath hitched as I moved lower, trailing kisses down her neck, my hands slipping under her skirt to find that little piercing she’d been teasing me with. The moment my fingers grazed her clit, she moaned, her body arching against mine.

“You like that?” I whispered, my fingers pressing against the stud playing over her sensitive bud, feeling the way her body responded.

She nodded, biting her lip, her eyes half-lidded with desire. “More, Rod ... I need more.”

I didn’t make her wait. I slipped two fingers inside her, then three, and by the time I added a fourth, she was trembling beneath me, her moans growing louder, her words filthier.

“Fuck ... yes,” she groaned, her body bucking against my hand. Seeing her so excited like this slipping her eagerness around my fingers made me feel strong. “What are you?”. “God, I’m such a dirty slut for you, Rod ... I need you so bad.”

I couldn’t believe how vocal she had become, how willing she was to let go like this. It was intoxicating, hearing her beg, hearing the way her voice shook with every thrust of my fingers. I added more pressure, watching her fall apart, her body writhing against me, her words spilling out in breathless moans.

“Oh fuck, Rod ... I’m gonna cum,” she cried, her voice raw and filled with desperation. “Don’t stop ... please, don’t stop.”

And then, just like that, she shattered. Her orgasm hit hard, her body convulsing around my fingers, her moans echoing through the living room. I watched her, completely mesmerized by the way she looked—her face flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. The thrill of making this beautiful woman tremble in pure lust. My heart swelled.

When it was over, she collapsed against me, panting, her body still trembling with aftershocks. I held her close, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she smiled up at me, that mischievous glint in her eyes had faded into a loving stare.

“I love you,” I whispered, kissing her softly.

She grinned, nuzzling into my neck. “I love you too, baby. Fuck, you made slush.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, feeling both exhilarated and proud. Elizabeth had surprised me, sure, but in the best way possible. And as we lay there together, tangled up in each other, I couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this dream was real.

I woke up the next morning still riding the high from the previous evening—Rod’s praises, the way he looked at me, the excitement of everything that had happened. It was hard to believe how much had changed in such a short time. As I slipped out of bed, I felt a surge of dread. I was becoming someone new—someone powerful, confident, and undeniably sexy. I felt naked without my makeup. My fake nailed finger played with the jewel in my cunt. The little taps of my nail against the metal in my pussy got me dripping. I was becoming such a horny slut.

Rod was getting ready in the bathroom, but when I glanced at him through the mirror, my heart swelled with pride. He took in my lean bejeweled naked body. His proud horny gaze got me shiver like a teen girl. He had no idea how much I was growing, how much I had changed. But he loved it—loved the confidence I radiated, loved how sexy and put-together I looked. I was making him stronger. I could feel it. His departure left me empty and focused.

I padded over to the mirror and took extra time with my makeup, carefully crafting each detail. My lashes were long, thick, framing my eyes in a way that made me feel invincible. My lips, glossed and plump, looked perfect for teasing, and my skin was smoothed out into a flawless, bronzed glow. My honey-blonde hair fell down my shoulders in loose waves, perfectly styled. I’d learned these skills under Mistress’s guidance, and today, I needed to be impeccable.

I smiled as I picked out my little black dress—the one Roderick bought me at the mall. It hugged every curve of my body, and the cut-out midriff showcased my belly ring, the jewel which had now become a symbol of my seduction, not to mention my clit piercing making me jingle always. I paired the dress with thigh-high boots, no panties as always. I smiled at my dripping wet pussy. Fuck, my clit was on fire. Mistress had made it clear that under her guidance, underwear was unnecessary. It was my secret—a constant reminder of my submission, a token forwarding the way I had embraced this new role.

Before I left to meet Mistress, I leaned into the mirror and whispered to myself, “You’look hot slut.” The words felt playful, rolling off my tongue with ease. It was something I never imagined saying to myself, but now, it was second nature.

Mistress was waiting for me when I arrived at her mansion, her eyes gleaming as she scanned me from head to toe. “He spoiled you, didn’t he?” she asked with a smirk.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, feeling a rush of excitement. I thought back to the night before—how I had gagged on Rod’s cock, how much I had wanted to please him, to show him how deeply I wanted him. How he made me cum with his fingers. It was intoxicating.

“But,” Mistress continued, her tone hardening, “you didn’t thank him properly for letting you cum twice, did you? That’s not what a good slut does.”

Her words cut through the haze of excitement, bringing me back to reality. She was right. Rod had been so good to me, so generous with his attention, and I hadn’t shown him the proper gratitude. I felt a wave of guilt.

Those damn fucking camera’s ... My fierce Gemini said.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I whispered, lowering my gaze.

Mistress tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. “We’ll fix that. But first, I have a special task for you tonight.”

My heart quickened. “What task, Mistress?”

“I know you are visiting Robert and Olivia.”

Olivia. Just hearing her name made me smirk. Olivia had always acted like she was superior, as if no one could touch her. She flaunted her wealth, her perfect life. But tonight, I’d show her. I’d show her exactly who was in control.

Mistress grinned, seeing the fire light up in my eyes. “You’re going to knock them dead, slut. Show Olivia who’s the alpha, make her jealous. Let Robert see what a real woman looks like.”

I nodded, the fire inside me igniting. “I won’t disappoint, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” she said with a satisfied smile. “Now, go make him proud.”

Back home, I redid my makeup meticulously.

When Rod saw me, his eyes widened in surprise. “Isn’t this a bit much?” he asked, his tone uncertain.

I strutted over to him, letting the sway of my hips and the confidence in my stride melt away his hesitation. My fingers brushed his chest, and I leaned in, whispering, “I want to show Olivia who’s boss. Don’t you want everyone to know how powerful we are?”

His hesitation evaporated, a smile curling on his lips. He liked that. Rod looked incredible in his tailored suit, sharp and commanding. He was my man, and tonight, I’d make sure the world knew it.

When we arrived at Robert and Olivia’s, the tension in the air was immediate. I could feel Robert’s eyes on me the moment I walked in, his gaze lingering on my legs and the way the dress hugged my body. Olivia’s expression was priceless—thinly veiled jealousy behind her polite smile.

I handed my leather jacket to Robert, letting my fingers brush against his. “Thank you,” I said sweetly, giving him a flirtatious smile that left an impact. I could see the confusion on Olivia’s face as I moved through the room, commanding attention without saying a word.

Olivia was wearing a leather skirt, just as I wore when they bumped into us at the restaurant. “One step behind. I see”, I said looking down at her leather skirt with triumph, while adjusting my thigh high leather boots with flair. You should have seen those petty jealous eyes of hers.

The dinner was a game, and I was winning. Every moment was calculated—leaning into Rod, laughing softly at his jokes, touching his arm, making it clear that I was the queen beside him. Olivia watched, seething with jealousy, while Robert couldn’t keep his eyes off me. I caught him glancing at my belly ring more than once, curiosity written all over his face.

“Rod’s been doing so well at work,” I said proudly, my voice dripping with admiration. “He’s so successful, and he’s been spoiling me with all this beautiful jewelry.”

I reached up to touch the hoops in my ears and then trailed my fingers down to the thick gold necklace around my neck—my slut collar. It felt like a private victory, knowing that while Olivia thought it was just an accessory, it meant something far more intimate.