Chapter 8

I spotted her the moment I walked through arrivals, and my heart skipped a beat. There she was, Elizabeth, looking stunning—no, breathtaking. She was impossible to miss. She stood out among the crowd, not just because of her platinum blond hair, but because of the way she owned the space around her. Her black leather thigh boots were styled over her jeans, tight and ripped perfectly at the upper thigh, revealing a sliver of smooth, bronzed skin. A sleek, black silk blouse clung to her curves, tucked under a black leather biker jacket that added just enough edge. She looked like a celebrity, like she’d just walked off a runway. I couldn’t look away.

My eyes lingered on her face. Were her lips always this plump? The way they glistened under the airport lights, full and perfect, they just begged to be kissed. I noticed something different about her face too—did she always have a mole on her upper lip? It looked stylish, subtle even, but something about it made me pause. I couldn’t recall if it had always been there. I pushed the thought aside. Who cared? She looked incredible.

My heart pounded harder as I walked closer, and that familiar rush of lust hit me like a wave. This sexy woman was mine—this platinum blond goddess, dressed to kill. The way she stood there, confidence oozing from her every pore, made me feel a surge of pride. And she was all mine.

When I got to her, she didn’t wait. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me—full, lavish, right there in the middle of arrivals. Her lips were soft and warm, but something else caught my attention. As her tongue slid against mine, I felt something strange. Cool. Metallic. What the—? A tantalizing metal ball danced against my tongue, and before I could ask, she pulled back slightly, flashing a mischievous grin.

“I got you a present,” she purred, sticking her tongue out slightly and wiggling it seductively, showing off a shiny silver ball. Her tongue was pierced.

I blinked, caught between surprise and lust. “You—when did you—?”

She cut me off with a playful laugh, placing her hand on my chest, her fingers lightly grazing my skin through my shirt. “I did it for you, silly. Don’t you love it? Now I can do so much more...” She let her voice trail off, leaving the implication hanging in the air.

I should’ve been shocked. Maybe even a little concerned. But the way she said it, the way she smiled at me with those pouty lips, the way her tongue moved when she spoke—it wiped away any objections I might’ve had. My body was reacting before my mind could even catch up. She had me, and she knew it.

Her words were like silk, smooth and soothing. “I missed you, baby,” she cooed, her voice filled with sweet seduction. “I wanted to surprise you. Don’t you like it? I did it for you, for us.” She was always good with words, but now, there was something different. Her playfulness had an edge, a kind of sensual confidence that made me forget all my questions. I was just hard, pure and simple.

And those movements ... God, her movements were different too. Everything she did was more sensual, more deliberate. She swayed her hips ever so slightly as she pulled me closer, brushing her leather-clad leg against mine. She was attracting attention, I could feel the eyes on us, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was her—how sexy she looked, how lucky I was. The way she held my hand, those long nails of hers trailing sensually against my palm, sent shivers down my spine.

She flashed me a radiant smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief, and I realized this wasn’t just about her appearance. Her whole attitude was different, almost glowing with confidence and, dare I say it, sluttiness. It wasn’t overt, but it was there, subtle and undeniable. And fuck, it turned me on. The way she looked at me made me feel like a king, like I was the only man who mattered.

“Come on, let’s get home,” I said, though my voice sounded rougher than I intended, my thoughts already drifting to what I wanted to do to her the moment we got back.

As we walked toward the car, I couldn’t help but admire her again. Even her walk was different, more deliberate, more sensual. She was moving like she knew exactly how sexy she looked, like she knew I was watching every step, every sway of her hips. And I was. Everyone was. And that sent another rush of pride through me. She was mine, and she was turning heads wherever she went.

Once we were in the car, she didn’t waste a second. Her hand was already on my thigh, her fingers trailing dangerously close to where I was already rock hard. She leaned over, pressing those soft lips to my ear, her breath warm against my skin.

“You look so good, Rod,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “I missed you so much ... I can’t wait to show you just how much.” Her hand moved higher, brushing against my crotch, and I sucked in a breath.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” I said, my voice husky with desire. I couldn’t help but smile at her, even as my mind struggled to catch up with her changes.

She giggled, a sweet, playful sound, but there was something naughty beneath it. “Everything for my man,” she said, batting her lashes and flashing me that pearly white smile. “You spoil me, so I want to spoil you.” Her hand pressed more firmly now, making my body respond without hesitation.

She was radiant. Her happiness, her energy—it was infectious. The way she was talking, the way she was acting, made me forget all my doubts. She was just so happy to see me, so eager to please, and it was impossible not to fall into the rhythm of her excitement.

By the time we pulled into the driveway, I was already imagining what was coming next. Her words, her touch, her entire presence—it had swept me up, erasing every reservation I might’ve had about her appearance, about her changes. All that mattered was that she was mine, and I couldn’t wait to see just how much she had in store for me tonight.

I stepped into the house, the anticipation practically buzzing in the air between us. Elizabeth had been teasing me all the way home, her words sweet and slutty, her hands constantly brushing against my thigh, my chest, driving me wild. The second we were inside, she didn’t waste any time.

She turned to me, her leather boots clinking softly against the floor as she sauntered closer. Her platinum blond hair cascaded over her shoulders, and those lips—God, those new, full, luscious lips—were glossed and perfect, ready to wrap around me. I could already feel my heart racing, my blood pumping in my ears. The whole world seemed to narrow down to just her, just us.

Without a word, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her long nails trailing lightly up my legs as she worked her way up to my belt. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and there was something new in her gaze, something bold and raw, a hunger that took me completely off guard.

“How I longed for your big meaty cock,” she whispered, her voice dripping with lust as she pulled down my zipper. She freed me with a deftness that had me reeling. Before I could even process it, her tongue was on me—wet, warm, and sliding over me with the practiced ease of someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

The sensation of her tongue stud rolling along the sensitive skin of my shaft made my entire body tense with pleasure. It wasn’t like anything I’d felt before. She swirled the piercing around, teasing me, making me groan as she took me deeper into her mouth, her lips forming a perfect seal around me.

“Fuck, Liz,” I muttered, my hands instinctively going to her head, but she wasn’t finished yet. She looked up at me with those big, fake lashes, her eyes gleaming, and she slid her mouth all the way down my cock, gagging softly as she deepthroated me without hesitation. I could feel the tightness of her throat, her gag reflex barely reacting as she took me deeper than she ever had before.

It was raw, primal. She was in complete control, but it was as if she wanted me to think I was. I watched, mesmerized, as her tongue wiggled underneath, the metal stud pressing against all the right spots. Every move was deliberate, just as she had practiced. She was giving me everything, every inch of her devotion in that moment.

“God, you’re fucking hot,” I breathed, my grip on her hair tightening. She didn’t flinch—she welcomed it.

“Fuck my face,” she demanded, her voice muffled around my cock, but clear in its intent. “Come on, Rod, fuck my throat like I know you want to.” She teasingly spurred me on, so wild. Yes, so fucking slutty.

I could barely hold back. I took her head in my hands, pushing her further down on me, watching as her lips stretched around me, as she gagged just enough to make those wet, sloppy sounds that drove me mad with lust. The gagging made it all the more intense, every thrust sending a surge of pleasure through me.

My hips moved on their own, thrusting into her, deep, hard. She met each thrust with eager moans, her hands gripping my thighs as she let me take control. Her tongue kept working me, the stud rolling over the most sensitive spots with every pull back.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My climax hit like a freight train, and I roared as I came, my release pouring down her throat. She didn’t stop. She took it all, every drop, and when I pulled out, she wasn’t done.

She opened her mouth wide, showing me my cum on her tongue, and fuck, the glistening metal stud made it all the more erotic. I felt that surge of power, of pure masculine pride as I looked down at her. This beautiful, pierced, platinum-blond goddess had just eagerly sucked me off and savored every second of it like she was starving for it.

“Did my little present feel good on your cock?” she teased, her voice low and playful as she swirled her tongue around again, making the stud click against her teeth. The sight of her swollen, shiny lips, the mischievous glint in her eyes—it sent shivers through me. She was incredible.

“Fuck, yes,” I breathed, still trying to catch my breath. “That was amazing.”

She smiled up at me, all sweet and innocent, but there was that fire in her eyes. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock, then began cleaning me off with slow, deliberate licks, her tongue stud grazing against me and sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

I felt a rush, like nothing I had felt before. She was mine, this fierce, playful, slutty beauty was mine, and she wanted nothing more than to please me. Every move she made, every look she gave me—it was all for me.

I reached down, cupping her cheek, feeling that familiar surge of power. “You’re perfect,” I whispered.

She grinned, rising to her feet, her body still pressed against me, her leather-clad legs brushing against my skin. “I’m yours,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear, her voice dripping with seductive sweetness. “All yours.”

She had pumped my ego to the max, and all the doubts I might’ve had just melted away. Elizabeth wasn’t just my wife anymore—she was this stunning, fierce, sexy creature who knew how to push every one of my buttons. And I couldn’t get enough.

I stood in front of the mirror, running my tongue over the shiny new ball in my Monroe piercing, admiring how it caught the light. My lips, plump and glossed to perfection, were still fresh with the memory of Rod’s taste from last night, a sweet reminder of just how well I’d performed. But as much as I had felt his satisfaction, there was always the looming presence of Mistress Hardgraves watching, analyzing, ready to point out every imperfection.

I had done my best for Rod. The look in his eyes when he first saw me at the airport—that raw hunger, the way his gaze raked over me—had given me a rush I’d never felt before. My heart raced just thinking about it. I told Mistress everything, every slutty detail of that night. How he was amazed by my new tongue piercing, how he reacted when I told him to fuck my face.

“I got so wet, Mistress,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper, as we sat together in her office, reviewing the camera footage. “When I gagged on his big cock, feeling it slap the back of my throat ... I almost came from just that.”

Mistress smirked, her cold eyes fixed on the screen as we watched it all unfold again. The video showed me on my knees, eagerly working Rod’s cock with the kind of skill that only she could have trained into me. I felt a mixture of pride and shame as we watched, every gag and moan replayed in excruciating detail.

“I know, slut,” Mistress said, her voice sharp. “I saw everything. But you can do better.”

Her words hit me hard, cutting through the fleeting pride I had felt. Better? I had done everything she’d asked of me. I had been slutty, submissive, eager. What more could she want?

“You’re still holding back,” she continued, eyes narrowing as she hit pause on the video. “You think this is good enough? No. You need to be even more pornographic, more raw. You need to make him crave you like nothing else, Elizabeth. Do you want him to think you’re just any woman? No, you’re his slut. Act like it.”

I swallowed hard, feeling my heart sink. Mistress always knew how to make me feel small, inadequate. But I also knew she was right. There was a level I hadn’t yet reached, and I needed to push myself further. For Rod. For us. For everything we’d built.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied softly, feeling the weight of my submission settle over me. “I’ll do better.”

Mistress’s gaze softened, just a little. “Good girl,” she purred. “Tonight, there will be no more restrictions. Step up your dirty talk. I want him to want you so badly that he can’t even think straight. I want you to be the best cocksucker he’s ever had. You’ll make him forget any doubt he’s ever had about you. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I repeated, the words starting to feel more natural, more ingrained into who I was becoming.

“Your voice—higher, more naive. I want you to sound like the horny little slut you are,” she said, eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. “And enough with that brown disk in your Monroe. It’s time to stop hiding. Swap it for a shiny silver ball. Make it glisten, make him notice. And while you’re at it, I want extra trashy makeup. I want you looking like the slut you’re supposed to be.”

I felt a flush of arousal mixed with anxiety as I nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

The next hour was spent preparing. My hands shook slightly as I swapped out the Monroe piercing for a gleaming silver ball, feeling the weight of it on my upper lip. The small brown disk had been a way to blend in, to keep things subtle, but there would be no more hiding. Not tonight.

I looked at myself in the mirror, running my hands through my newly platinum-blond hair, my long nails grazing my scalp. My reflection looked back at me, the woman in the mirror almost unrecognizable from who I used to be. The trashy makeup—thick eyeliner, heavy mascara, bright pink gloss over my fake lips—made me feel like a living doll, but not the innocent kind. No, I was the kind of doll men used for their pleasure. My honey-bronzed skin glowed beneath the harsh bathroom light, highlighting every curve I had worked so hard to sculpt for Rod’s pleasure.

And my eyes ... my eyes were filled with the kind of submission I’d once feared, but now embraced. The piercings, the fake nails, the platinum-blond hair—all of it screamed slut, and I loved it.

I picked up my phone, taking a selfie that perfectly captured the transformation Mistress had ordered. Pouting my new lips, I posed just right, letting my eyes give that innocent, horny look she’d drilled into me. I hit send, waiting for her reply, my heart racing in anticipation.

A minute later, my phone buzzed.

“Perfect, slut,” Mistress had written. “Now, make him fall to his knees for you.”

I smiled, feeling a surge of pride at her approval. Good girl. That’s all I ever wanted to hear from her. It was the validation I craved, the push I needed to know I was on the right track.

I heard the door open downstairs. Rod was home.

My heart skipped a beat as I stood there, staring at my reflection one last time. This was it. This was who I had become, and tonight, I would show him every inch of the slut I was meant to be.

Hearing his footsteps approaching, I took a deep breath, ready to step into my new role fully, ready to seduce him with every word, every look, every move.

This was who I was now.

And I couldn’t wait to show him.

As I sat across from Matt, my boss and mentor, his words filled me with a sense of accomplishment. “You’re doing great, Rod. You’re becoming quite the corporate player,” he said, his tone carrying both authority and approval. I could feel the power in his voice, like he was passing some invisible torch of leadership to me. “I can see you have been working out. Keep it up. Your wife will show her gratitude, when you look this strong.”

“Thanks, Matt,” I replied, a sense of pride swelling in my chest. This was the kind of acknowledgment I had been working toward for years. Climbing the corporate ladder took time, patience, and relentless dedication, but I was finally seeing the fruits of my labor.

Matt leaned back in his chair, folding his hands on his desk, his gaze softening just a little. “How’s life at home? A demanding job like this can be a real stress builder, you know. Nice to have someone who can address your needs—helps release that tension. Elizabeth’s taking good care of you, I assume?”

His words hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting. I’d never talked with Matt about Elizabeth in any deep, personal way, but he was right. Elizabeth had become essential to my career success. Her attention to me, her new sexual energy, her enthusiasm—it wasn’t just good for me; it was making me a better man at work. Hell, I had even started feeling more powerful in the office. More assertive. Matt could see it.

“Yeah,” I nodded, a small grin forming on my face. “She’s ... different lately. Taking care of me, keeping things exciting. It’s definitely helping.”

Matt raised his eyebrows slightly, giving me a knowing look, the kind a mentor gives when they see a student finally stepping into their own. “Good,” he said. “That’s what I like to hear. You keep her happy, and she’ll keep you focused. Trust me, Rod, that balance is important. She’s part of your success.”

I couldn’t argue with that. He was absolutely right.

On my drive home, I couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation. Elizabeth had truly become my secret weapon. Her energy, her playful teasing, her dedication to me—it all had a ripple effect on every aspect of my life. I could feel myself walking taller, my shoulders back, feeling more confident. And why wouldn’t I? My boss had just praised me. I was killing it at work, and I had a gorgeous, supportive wife who was clearly enjoying her role in my success.

By the time I pulled into the driveway, I was ready to take that attitude home with me. As soon as I opened the door, I saw her, and my breath caught in my throat.

Elizabeth stood in the living room, and I was mesmerized. She looked like a walking fantasy. She wore thigh-high black leather boots over cut-off jean shorts that barely covered her. A leather jacket hung open over a tight white tank top, hugging every curve. Her hair was styled perfectly—platinum blonde, cascading over her shoulders. And her face—heavy with makeup, thick false lashes framing her eyes, and her lips ... her lips were plump, glistening with gloss. But what really caught my attention was the silver ball in her Monroe piercing, perched just above her upper lip. It gave her this slutty edge that was both shocking and ... enticing.

“Do you like it?” she asked, her voice laced with a mix of sweetness and seduction as she lightly touched the piercing with her long, perfectly manicured nails.

I couldn’t even form words at first. Part of me was stunned by the sheer brazenness of it, but another part ... another part was aroused. There was something about the way she carried herself, this boldness, this unashamed confidence that made my blood run hot.

“We can’t go out this way,” I finally said, half stammering, trying to wrap my head around it. “You look ... like a slut.”

She just smiled, walking over to me, her hips swaying with that newfound confidence I couldn’t quite reconcile yet. “I like showing off for my man,” she said, her fingers trailing over my chest, the feel of her touch electric even through my shirt. “We can go a town over. No one will see. Ready to go?”

She was so sweet, so confident in her sluttiness that my objections began to melt away. I felt torn between my desire to maintain the corporate image Matt had praised and this primal urge rising in me to take her as she was—this seductive, playful, sexy woman standing before me.

“Come on, Rod,” she purred, stepping closer. “It’s just us tonight. Let’s have some fun.” She batted her thick lashes, her pouty lips parting in a smile that made my pulse quicken. “You’re always so focused. Tonight, let me help you relax.”

God, she knew how to manipulate me. Her voice was honeyed, every word sliding over me like silk, erasing the tension I didn’t even realize I was holding. She pressed her body against mine, her lips brushing my neck as she whispered, “Don’t you want to show me off, baby? I’ll make you feel so powerful.”

And just like that, I was hooked. Her words, her touch, her confidence—it all worked together, making me forget about any reservations I had. I felt the power shift in me, this primal energy taking over. I grabbed her waist, pulling her close, kissing her hard, tasting the sweetness of her lips, the faint sensation of that silver ball teasing my tongue.

“Let’s go,” I said, my voice deep and rough with desire.

As we walked to the car, her hand slid into mine, her long nails lightly grazing my palm. I felt that familiar shiver down my spine, the one I always got when she touched me just right. I glanced over at her as we drove, catching the way her leather-clad legs stretched out in the passenger seat, her hair catching the faint glow of the streetlights.

“God, you look incredible,” I admitted, my eyes unable to leave her for long.

She smiled at me, that sultry, playful grin that made me feel like the luckiest man alive. “You make me feel incredible, baby,” she purred, her voice thick with that intoxicating sweetness. “Everything I do, I do for you.”

Her words were like a drug, pulling me deeper into her spell. She leaned over, her hand resting on my thigh, those long nails lightly scratching the fabric of my pants. “I love making you feel strong,” she whispered. “I love being your sexy wife. Don’t you like it when I make you look good?”

I nodded, unable to do anything but agree. How could I argue with that? She was everything I’d ever wanted—a stunning, confident, sexy woman who was all mine.

By the time we reached the restaurant a town over, every doubt I’d had was gone. All I could think about was showing her off, letting everyone see just how lucky I was. She had won me over completely, her words, her confidence, and her love making me feel invincible.

As I parked the car, I couldn’t help but smile. Tonight was going to be special.

And Elizabeth ... she was going to make sure of it.

I walked into the restaurant with Elizabeth on my arm, and I could feel the weight of every eye in the room turning towards us. She had a way of pulling attention, like she was dragging it behind her with every step. And who could blame them? She looked incredible—her black leather thigh-high boots accentuated her long legs, while the cutoff jean shorts barely left anything to the imagination. The tight white tank top stretched over her chest, outlining her small but firm breasts, and the leather jacket she wore over it gave her this bad-girl edge that screamed confidence.

Her makeup was heavy, her false lashes thick, batting flirtatiously whenever she looked up at me. She had this smirk on her face, the one she wore when she was about to be a little naughty, her lips slightly pouting, freshly glossed and full. The silver ball on her Monroe piercing gleamed under the dim restaurant lights, and I could swear every time she stuck out her tongue just a little, that stud caught the light and made my heart race.

She walked with a sway, hips moving in rhythm like she knew every pair of eyes was glued to her. Hell, she made me forget for a second that we were even here for a quiet dinner. We hadn’t even sat down, and I was already thinking about what the night had in store for us.

As soon as we were seated, she casually slid off her leather jacket, revealing the full extent of her outfit. I glanced around the restaurant, catching the looks of both men and women. Some whispered to each other, others simply stared. A wave of possessiveness washed over me. This sexy, stunning woman was mine.

She leaned in close as she picked up the menu, her hand sliding across my thigh. “I can’t wait for dessert later,” she whispered, her voice sultry, her fingers brushing over my bulge. “You’re going to love what I have planned.”

I felt my pulse quicken. “You’re going to get us kicked out before we even order,” I whispered back, but I was smiling. It was impossible not to.

Elizabeth leaned back, flipping her hair over her shoulder in that casual, sexy way she did, her eyes scanning the menu. When the waiter came by, she played with the silver ball on her tongue, sticking it out just a little as if she was deep in thought. The waiter barely kept his composure.

“I’ll just have a salad,” she said, batting her lashes. “I’ll have my meat later.” Her voice was playful, teasing. I could see the way the waiter swallowed hard, and I couldn’t help but feel this surge of pride.

She was mine.

As the evening went on, I started to notice more of her little mannerisms. The way her tongue stud flashed when she talked, how she would touch her lips after each sip of wine, as if reminding herself of their fullness. When she excused herself to retouch her makeup, she sauntered toward the restroom, her hips swaying provocatively. I watched as heads turned to follow her, eyes glued to her tight shorts and those boots that clung to her legs. She didn’t just walk—she performed.

When she returned, she was radiant, her makeup flawless, her lips glossy and pink again. Her nails, long and perfectly manicured, brushed against my hand as she sat back down. “You like when I look perfect for you, don’t you, baby?” she asked, her voice a little higher, almost innocent, but I could see the mischievous glint in her eyes.

During dessert, she leaned in again, her lips close to my ear. “Do you like my lips?” she asked, her voice soft but filled with a raw sensuality. “I got them done, you know ... to be a better cocksucker.” She smirked as my eyes widened. “I could feel how much you liked them on your thick cock, my stud.”

Her fingers, those long nails I loved, lightly traced over my hand, sending shivers down my spine. “And this,” she said, tapping the silver ball of her Monroe piercing, “I just got it ... to draw attention to my new lips.”

She licked her lips slowly, deliberately, her tongue stud glinting. “I know you love it when I do this.”

The couple next to us, a man and a woman, seemed to be listening in, and I saw the way the man’s eyes flickered towards Elizabeth. She knew they were watching. She giggled, leaning back into her chair, pouting her lips as if she was showing off. “You know, you’re the only one these pouty babies will satisfy,” she whispered, brushing her nails over my thigh again, her eyes playful and daring.

I should’ve felt more uncomfortable with how brazen she was, but instead, I felt stronger. She was showing off for me, making me feel powerful. Sure, there was a part of me that thought she was going too far, but every sweet word she spoke, every subtle praise she threw my way made those thoughts disappear.

By the time we got back home, I was practically throbbing with desire. Elizabeth had been teasing me all night, and I needed her. The moment we walked through the door, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands working my belt open, her eyes wide and playful as she licked her lips.

“Let me take care of you, baby,” she said, her voice soft and sweet, but there was this fierce hunger in her eyes. She pulled my cock free, licking the tip with her tongue stud, swirling it around slowly.