Chapter 4

“Have you thought about what you want for your birthday yet, honey?”

Matt looked back to his wife as they idly strolled through HomeGoods. They needed to make a registry, and neither he nor his fiancée considered themselves experts on decanters, so outside inspiration was necessary.

He shook his head. “Not particularly, no.” 27 wasn’t some kind of special number to him.

Lauren harrumphed, narrowing her eyes at her husband-to-be. “Babe, c’mon. I know you don’t like to make a thing of it, but the ceremony’s in six months! Our friends are gonna give us so much crap if we stay in again.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at her attempt to scold him. She looked so cute with her arms crossed like that. “Really, sweetie, you don’t have to get me anything.”

She pouted some more. “You say that every year…”

“And I mean it every year. I have the only gift I need right…” He quickly wrapped his arm around her back, making her let out a quick breath through her nose. “…here.”

After a moment, she capitulated, leaning into his grasp. “Fine, fine. If you think of anything, though, let me know.”

“I will, darling. I will.” All this cozying up was making him feel a certain way. A quick glance over his shoulder to confirm the coast was clear was all the approval Matt needed to grab a generous handful of his darling’s ass, making her hum and chuckle.

He relented to hand-holding before long; he didn’t want to push her training too far. Honestly, though, she probably would have let him feel her up for a lot longer. The growth of her submission had shown no signs of stopping. Whether that was from the several dozen hypnosis sessions or all the time role-playing – or more likely some combination of the two – he wasn’t positive, but he enjoyed it just as much regardless.

A nice little ceramic pot was their only purchase, but their registry had filled up nicely. That was another item off the checklist, Lauren mused on the way back to the car. True to his word, her fiancé had been tackling most of the planning himself. He was happy to tell her that she could help out when she wasn’t doing chores by ‘sitting there and looking cute for me’, a task which she graciously fulfilled. He could take care of all the important business.

He got in the driver’s seat. Normally they both drove pretty much the same amount, but she barely had at all in the month since they began playing their husband-wife game. A game for which he was in the mood on that occasion.

“Hey honey?” He offered as he backed out of their parking spot.

She perked up from the passenger seat. “Mhm?”

“I think I might know something you can do for me.”

Even without looking at her, he could tell her eyes widened with excitement. “What would that be?”

Once he was on the road, Matt turned to face his submissive, adorable fiancée with a knowing look in his eyes. That was all he needed to do.

She cottoned on quickly, gasping and whispering “No…” in disbelief. That normally would have put him off going further, but her smile made everything clear.

He nodded, allowing his eyes to flick down to her chest and linger there for à moment before focusing back on the road. “Mhm.”

Lauren shivered with excitement. “You don’t…”

His zipper cut her off, making her moan. “How about you do this for me, hm, sugar?”

Even before she could muster any more words, she started leaning over automatically. The words “This is crazy…” rang hollow as she pulled his underwear down, engulfing all of him with barely any hesitation at all.

“That’s a good girl,” he cooed, taking one hand off the wheel to run his fingers through her hair. The sound of his fiancée moaning over his cock in his lap made him feel like he could run a thousand marathons. It was power, it was dominance, it was control. Luckily there weren’t too many red lights on the way home so he could exercise that dominance all he wanted. Just as it should be. Important business taken care of.

Matt peeked around the corner at his fiancée folding the laundry on their bed, idly humming to herself. Seeing her fully possessed in such a homemaking task was hot enough for him, but to make things even better all she had on was her bra and panties. Logical enough for laundry, but he knew these weren’t merely the last clean clothes she had. She’d been wearing less around the house recently, exactly like he’d suggested. This was a new echelon of promiscuity.

He whistled as he walked around the corner, trying to look inconspicuous with his hands in his pockets. “How’s the laundry coming along, baby?”

Lauren glanced up at her husband-to-be and chuckled. “You don’t have to perv on me like that, Matt. I’m not gonna hide my body from you.”

A blush arose on his face. He bashfully checked and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling thoroughly caught. “Guess you’re right…” He wasn’t exceptionally fond of the feeling, honestly. Wasn’t she supposed to be submissive towards him? Normally he would have taken that kind of good-natured teasing on the chin, but all the practice being the man of the house made him feel strangely disrespected. This wouldn’t do.

He cleared his throat. “I was gonna head over to Anthony’s, but before I go, you need any help with anxiety or anything? I’m totally open to hypnotizing you, honey.”

She hummed at that, balling up a pair of socks as she responded. “Mm, I think I’m okay. I have to get the plants watered anyhow.”

Hmm. He clicked his tongue. “You sure? You seemed a little stressed when we were picking out a band for the ceremony.”

That made her pause, but she ended up shaking her head after a moment. “No, really, I’m fine, babe. Thanks for offering.” Even as she didn’t seem completely certain, she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, which he quickly parlayed into a full-on make-out session.

Luckily, he ended up having to be the one to break it off after a good few moans into his lips, so she hadn’t become insubordinate, but it still didn’t bode well. “See you later, sugar,” he teased with a greedy fondle before slipping away.

Before Matt could slip out the door, his fiancée piped up with “Love you! Have a good time at Anthony’s!”

Oh, he would.

“Love you too!”

He would.

“So you’re saying it’s working too well?” Anthony said, giving his friend a hard time.

Matt narrowed his eyes in faux-offense before chuckling and taking another sip of his bourbon. “I guess, yeah. She’s way less stressed. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love where she’s at now, and I’d love to take it further, but she seems too content to really want that.”

“You did the whole ‘get horny when I command you’ thing, right?”

He defensively nodded. “Yeah, like you said. I can’t exactly command her to let me hypnotize her, though.”

An eyebrow raise met his response. “Why not?”

Matt huffed. “The whole onus of it is that I’m doing this to make her less stressed. I am doing it to make her less stressed. I can’t get away with saying ‘I’m gonna hypnotize you, babe,’ if she doesn’t want me to.”

“Then make her want you to.”

His eyebrows furrowed. Wow, why didn’t he think of that. “It’s not that simple. I don’t want to push her more than I have to.” He turned back to the game.

Anthony shrugged. “Then you don’t have to, I guess. I’m not sure why you’re losing your nerve now, though.”

After a moment, he sighed. “I love her, and I want her to be happy.” The empty glass clinked when he set it on the table.

His friend snickered back, taking a sip of his own drink. “You two are so sappy.”

“Well, yeah.” Matt defensively responded. “Unlike you, my wife’s not just some thing to me.”

That seemed to set him off a little, but he couched that feeling well. “Really?” He challenged, turning to the kitchen. “Lydia, would you mind coming in here?” Normally he wasn’t nearly that formal with her.

Some plates were set down before Anthony’s wife obediently trotted into the living room. “Yes, Master, how would you like me to serve you?” she cooed, naked but for the tartan apron wrapped tightly around her curves. Her husband had gotten used to it, but Matt was always a bit put off by it. And a bit aroused, he was ashamed to admit.

His properly married friend didn’t note the shame. “You like being mine, isn’t that right, Lydia?”

Her eyes went wide as she fervently nodded, a blissed-out smile taking over her face. “Yes, Master, of course! Becoming yours is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Anthony shot his slightly younger friend a proper ‘told you so’ look before continuing. “I take care of you well, don’t I, babe?”

“Oh, yes, so well. You’re the most incredible Master any woman could ask for...” Her hazel eyes were already glazed over from the words leaving her lips.

“And you’re happy being my property, mhm? You feel loved and satisfied?”

Lydia shivered with pleasure, her nipples hardening by the moment. “I’m so, so happy, Master…this is all I’ve ever needed. It’s so perfect, and so wonderful, and-“

She shivered again as her husband held up his hand and closed it into a fist, shutting her up immediately. “Good girl,” he condescended, eyeing his friend’s glass before continuing. “How about you get your cute ass back in the kitchen and pour our guest another drink.”

“Yes, Master!” was her overjoyed reply, walking over to the table and leaning over to pick up his drink, inadvertently – or perhaps with some degree of intentionality – giving ‘their guest’ an eyeful of her tits. He couldn’t help but blush as she walked away, encouraging his friend to rub his nose in it some more.

“Seems like my ‘thing’ is having a good time to me,” Anthony snidely remarked, running his fingers through his black hair.

Matt chuckled bashfully, leaning back against the couch. “Point taken.”

“Offer’s still open, for the record.”

That made him even redder. His friend had proposed a threesome with the extremely enthusiastic Lydia for their guys’ night more than once, but he’d always turned it down. He wouldn’t want to betray Lauren like that. Not that it wasn’t…appealing. He could only shake his head.

His friend shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

The perfect model of a submissive housewife returned with a new drink in tow after a moment, prompting another compliment from her husband and another shiver of pure arousal before she returned to where she belonged. They enjoyed the game for a few minutes, even as their team got absolutely trounced.

Anthony turned to his friend during commercial break. “Happy early birthday, by the way.”

Matt blinked, surprised he remembered. “Oh, thanks, man.” It was in a week.

“Actually doing something this year?”

He chuckled. His fiancée was right, if anyone was going to give them shit for not doing anything it’d be him. “Didn’t have anything planned…but,” he interjected, anticipating the pushback, “Y’know, we’ll see.”

He turned back towards the TV, a few ideas suddenly rising from the depths of his subconscious. “…we’ll see.”

Lauren was panicking again. She was practically burning a hole in the floor from how rapidly she was pacing back and forth over it, riddled with anxiety. It shouldn’t be like this. She shouldn’t get this worked up over nothing. And normally she wouldn’t be! Normally as soon as she thought about whether or not to invite her shitty parents to the ceremony for the thousandth time, she’d calm right down…because Matt would be right there. He’d be around the corner, thankfully ready and able to hypnotize her. It felt so good; it was so wonderful. He was at his friend’s, though, and she didn’t want to ruin that for him. She didn’t want Matt or Anthony to think she was the nervous wreck that she absolutely was. For God’s sake, she had asked him to hypnotize her only yesterday! She couldn’t make it one day? Self-loathing began to brew inside of her. She couldn’t do anything by herself, she couldn’t keep herself afloat, she couldn’t even be left alone for the afternoon. She had to bother her man every time she freaked out, ruining everything for him. God, she was so pathet-

The door unlocked behind her, revealing her fiancé with a bottle of scotch in his hand. “Hey honey, how are y-“ His smoldering grin vanished immediately upon realizing she was upset. “Honey? Is everything alright?”

She sighed, unimaginably relieved to see him. “Yeah, it’s only…well, no, actually, not really at all. I was thinking about whether or not I should invite my folks to the ceremony again, and that made me really upset, and I couldn’t get better, I did the whole counting thing we talked about and everything and I wanted to call you but I didn’t want to ruin your night and-“

“Woah, woah.” He grabbed her hand, setting the bottle down on the table by the door. “Slow down, Lauren, you’re hyperventilating.”

A layer of stress immediately melted off her when he pulled her into an embrace, taking a deep breath.

“In…” They held it together. “…and out.” She exhaled into his chest. The rhythm of his backrub syncopated her breaths. “In…and out.”

After a couple more iterations, she was calmed down enough to articulate herself again.

“What were you saying, dearest?”

“’Dearest?’” She chuckled, more stress melting off her from the distraction. “That’s a new one…”

He laughed after a moment too. “You like it?”

“…I don’t not like it.” Felt a bit antiquated, but not necessarily in a bad way. “I, um…I’m still not sure if we should invite Tricia and Russ to our wedding. It really stressed me out thinking about it, and I really wanted you to be with me to calm me down, but I would feel like a huge mess if I made you come back from Anthony’s to do that. I wish I didn’t have to make you help me.”

Matt seemed to think over her words for a moment while he rubbed her back some more before shaking his head. “You’re not a huge mess, and you’re not making me do anything, Lauren. I hate seeing the woman I love be so anxious. If anything I’m happy I can make it better for you.”

That melted her heart. She pulled him deeper into their embrace, moving her hands around his back as he whispered in her ear.

“You’re not weak for wanting or needing help, sugar. I’ll take care of you…” He kissed her ear gently. She whimpered.

“Could you…take care of me now, Matt?” Her voice fell to a whisper. Her hands had a mind of their own around his backside.

The sound of his soft, yet lumbering chuckle made her feel better already. “Of course, dearest. I’ll get it set up.”

All the noise in her head was quieted by those perfect words. He led her by the hand to the couch, popping the DVD in before sitting back on the couch and slipping his hand up the back of her shirt.

“I’m curious,” he mused while reaching up to twirl his fingers through her hair. “how does it feel to be hypnotized? I’ve only read descriptions.”

Interesting. She hummed to herself for a moment, trying to decide on the perfect word. This task was made more difficult by the way he returned to thrumming his fingers along her back, sending shivers down her spine, Eventually she stumbled across an apt description. “…soft.”

He arched a brow. “Soft, hm?”

“Yeah…soft.” His chest beckoned to her. She snuggled in closer. “It’s like my head is covered in cotton, making everything nice and soft.”

“And warm.”

Ooh, that too. “Mhm…” Everything felt so comfortable under hypnosis. Her eyes weren’t focusing on anything in particular.

He continued to run his hand down her back before copping a feel or two. “Interesting. Does it relax you?”

Of course. “Yeah, I get…so relaxed…and happy.”

“Seems like you love it, honey.”

“I…I love it…”

“You love being hypnotized.”

“…I love being hypnotized…”

“You want to be hypnotized.”

“…I want to be…hypnotized…”

“You are hypnotized.”

“…I’m…hypnotizedddd…”

Her hazy mind was completely overwhelmed by his laugh right in her ear, dominating every inch of her. “Good girl.” He snapped his fingers. “Sleep.”

That was the only word she needed to hear. She shuddered with pleasure and obeyed.

Matt didn’t even have to turn on the TV. She was doing his work for him. As he continued to grope her breasts, he could feel her nipples perk up more and more against his hands. Needy, desperate breaths escaped her parted lips. It couldn’t have been more obvious that she loved being here, under his spell.

Then why?

Why did she seem so hesitant? Why did she need an excuse to ask for it? It continued to puzzle him greatly, even as he enjoyed his sleepy fiancée’s body.

“Can you hear me, princess?”

She moaned into his shirt.

“I’ll take that as a yes. How do you feel?”

Another moan. He had to lean back a little to make out her words as they cuddled. “…good…soft…”

“That’s right, you feel so good. So soft, and so warm…and so horny.” A firm pinch to her nipple accented the key points.

She groaned in assent, slowly nodding her head in a wide arc.

“Being hypnotized by me makes you horny.”

“…it makes me hornyyy…” Her voice strained when he continued his work along her front, reaching down to her pussy after a moment.

“Doing what I say makes you horny.”

Another nod. Her sleepy head traced across his chest like a figure skater on the ice.

“Being under my control makes you horny, sweetie.”

No response at first, but once he teased her clit she was quick to express her agreement. “…yesss…”

He held her a little tighter. “Good girl.” Even as she was tripping over herself to show him her affection, an awkward moment arose. He cleared his throat. “You know that you don’t have to feel bad about asking for me to hypnotize you, right?”

Her shivers seemed noncommittal at first, but soon enough she replied. “…yes…”

“And you know that it feels so good.”

“…yes…I know, Matt…”

Somehow his cheeks flushed at how lovingly she said his name, practically singing it. “Then. Is there any problem with asking me whenever you want to?”

She nodded without much hesitation.

That was surprising. He was a bit stumped, taking the moment to consider his options (and greedily play with her clit some more) before the most obvious route presented itself. “What would that be?”

Even before their hypnosis, he usually had to be the one to ask what was wrong if something was. She wasn’t terribly forthcoming with such information, though he’d never really understood why. For now, it seemed she didn’t have it fully worked out either, but after some more adorable moans she clarified. “…it feels…too good…”

Mmm. Interesting choice of words. “Too good?”

Another nod. “…too good…I don’t wanna…always need you around…and bother you that much…”

She didn’t want to be reliant on his hypnosis. That made enough sense, he supposed, but it certainly wasn’t ideal in the long-term. “Like I said, sugar, it doesn’t bother me to help you out. I like making you feel good.”

Her uncertain noises were drowned out by his shirt again.

He pursed his lips. Part of him wanted to back off, to try a different tack for getting her to a good spot, but a larger part of him realized something. With the amount of progress that he had made, Lauren now wanted to be hypnotized by him. A lot. However, because of who she was, she couldn’t simply ask for it all the time, for the same reason that she couldn’t simply tell him what was wrong. Maybe in her mind that would be putting too much of a burden on her fiancé. It wasn’t a burden for him at all, but he had known her long enough to know that simply telling the truth wouldn’t make her feelings less true for her. In that sense, she was denying what she really wanted because of her own misconception. He had a simple way to ease that for her. And besides, for as much as Matt resisted what Anthony had said, he raised a good point. This was no time to lose his nerve. He had to accept what he wanted. Part of her clearly wanted it too.

“I think I have an idea for how to make this easier for you, darling.”

She leaned up and off his chest to look him in the eye, her mindless gaze filled with hope.

His pants strained at the sight. “You don’t have to ask. I’ll do it for you.”

A maelstrom of emotions summoned themselves in his fiancée’s expression. There was hesitance and uncertainty, yes, but also more her fair share of contentment, excitement, and pleasure. He would have to root for the second team.

“Whenever I think being hypnotized would be what’s best for you, I’ll go ahead and do it. Because you’re such a good girl for me, we don’t even need the video anymore. I can calm you down whenever you need it.”

She shuddered against him, hesitating for just a moment longer before catching up with him. “…whenever…I need it…”

“Exactly, sugar.” He swept her messy hair out of her face, tenderly brushing his fingers over her cheek. “Whenever…”

“…you need it.”

Those words sounded so perfect.

No matter where Lauren went, part of her felt like a burden. On her friends, on her family, on her colleagues, and yes, even on her fiancé. She felt like she was dragging them down, making everything harder until they would inevitably get tired of having her around.

Matt never did, though. Sure, sometimes he needed time away from her, whether it was at a friend’s or whether he simply couldn’t sleep thanks to her subconsciously hogging the blanket, but she didn’t mind that at all. He was his own person. When he came back, though, he was never sick of her. He was there to calm her down, to listen to her ramble, and to make everything better. And yet, she still couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being such a hassle. That she was asking for too much.

So the more she thought about it, the more his suggestion seemed…kind of perfect. She wouldn’t have to worry about being too greedy or burdensome any longer, because he’d handle that work for her. All she had to do in return was what she was told, and thanks to him, she’d realized that she quite liked doing just that. Something about it got her off like nothing else.

He chuckled. She could see her wide, loose smile in the reflection of his eyes. “That sounds wonderful, doesn’t it?”

“…wonderful…”

“Good girl.” Her whole body shivered when he reached down to squeeze her ass. “You’re a very good girl, honey.”

An absent-minded giggle left her lips. “…I’m a good girl…”

“Yes, you are…” He nuzzled her nose after a moment.

By sheer instinct, she moved in to kiss him, which he graciously returned.

After about a minute, he got off her lips to gasp. “When I wake you up,” he kissed her again, “You’ll agree that,” another smooch, “I should decide when to hypnotize you,” she leaned in for it that time, “so you don’t have to worry about it.”

She nodded. They resumed their tryst in earnest. He probably couldn’t wake her up like this, though, so soon he finally had to pull back, making both of them frown a little. They had to eat their hypnotic vegetables, as it were. His sweet parting words slipped directly into her subconscious before being cut off by “1…2…3…” He snapped his fingers.

She blinked once, and then twice. Everything settled back into place in her head, the all-encompassing warmth receding until she could focus again. Her mind again couldn’t quite decide how to summarize all the feelings inside of her in a succinct fashion, so eventually she settled on a simple word.

“Wow…”

Matt chuckled, still looking down at her lying against his chest. She joined in after a moment. “Feel better, sunshine?”

“Yeah…I really do. Thanks again.” She didn’t want to get off of him, but after a moment she did anyway. His hand followed her up to her shoulder.

“Really, any time. I don’t mind it one bit.”

“I know, I know. But…” She avoided his gaze.

He moved from her shoulder to her chin to keep her eyes on his. “But what, babe?”

She sighed, appreciating his directness at a time like this. “…but I feel like you’re already doing a lot for me. I don’t know when I’m asking for too much.”

Internal regret came over her after a second. From the way he pursed his lips she could tell that she had made things worse, had made it somehow even harder for him.

Another sigh was all that came from him after a moment. “I’m not sure what I could say that would convince you that that’s not the case, Lauren.” Something occurred to him then. “Tell you what, I have an idea.”

Her ears perked up at that. His ideas were usually great.

“How about instead of you having to worry about whether or not you should ask all the time, I’ll decide when to do it. Like we did with the planning for the ceremony.”

Perhaps she should have been more taken aback by the idea, but it felt like the seed of it had already been growing in her head. “Really?”

"Yes, really. You can’t be asking for too much from me if I decide when to do it, right?”

That did seem like the case. “I…I guess so, yeah.”

“Great, then it’s settled. Whenever you get all anxious and I feel like you could use a break, I’ll hypnotize you.”

After only a little more consideration, she nodded. “Alright, Matt. You can hypnotize me when I need it.” She cautiously smiled before she thought of something that might get in the way. “Don’t you need the DVD to do it? What if we’re out?”

He chuckled, already easing her nerves. “Funny you mention that, I didn’t even need to turn on the TV this time.” He gestured to the black screen. “You’re a really good subject, dearest.”

“Oh, um.” She chuckled too. “Thank you, I guess. I wasn’t aware you could be good or bad at it.”

“Mhm, and I happen to know someone who’s very good at it indeed.” His hands found their way around her body.

“Oh, shush,” she teased before he reached down to paw at her shorts, eliciting a quick moan. “Mmm…”

“What’s the matter, sugar?” His voice was condescending in a hot way. “Did that get you all worked up?”

It sure had. “It always does…”

“Well then, what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t give my wife what she needs?” A quick glance confirmed he was hard as a rock, making her moan some more.

“God…” She worked her way out of her shirt before long, getting on his lap and pawing at his shorts.

Pleasure was all she could see in his face before something occurred to him, poking its head through the intimacy. “Oh, and before I forget, darling…” He bit his lip when she pulled down her panties, revealing how sticky her thighs were. “I figured out what I want for my birthday.”

She was so excited by that information that it was an even bigger surprise when he pushed his whole length into her. She’d make sure that he’d have the best birthday ever.

Lauren shivered in her skimpy dress, nearly getting some eggshell in the mixing bowl. Luckily she didn’t, probably thanks to all the experience she had making breakfast in the last couple months, but this time was different.

It was Sunday, and last night she and Matt had a lovely time. They went out to eat with Anthony, Lydia, and a handful of other friends at the same burger place near campus that they first met before hosting a terrific party back at their place. Well, it was a terrific grown-up party at least. A lot less drugs and alcohol and a lot more board games. Their tiny dining table could barely hold all of them. Still, it was a blast. While her fiancé had clearly specified ‘no presents’, some people couldn’t help themselves, so he ended up walking away with a French press, a Gundam kit, and a couple gift cards anyway. Definitely helped clear up their registry.

Once everyone cleared out (at around 10:30 – again, grown-up party) she gave him some head and he pounded her over the bed. How much things had changed that she now considered that relatively vanilla. Especially compared to…what was coming tomorrow. On his actual birthday.

She focused back on the food. This omelet wasn’t going to make itself.

After another 15 or 20 minutes, breakfast was ready. She brought the plate and his coffee up the stairs on a tray and opened the bedroom door.

Thankfully he was a sound sleeper, or else the clack of her heels definitely would have woken him up before either of them wanted. Sleepy groans and heavy breaths were the soundtrack to her setting the tray down on his chest, finally starting to rouse him.

Now she had to arouse him.

As submissively as she could, she knelt down on the floor next to the bed and cleared her throat quietly. “Good morning, dear…” She tried to imbue every syllable with pure deference.

His eyes fluttered open, the confusion on his expression quickly being replaced with satisfaction as he seemed to remember where he was.

A terrific yawn preceded his next words. “Mornin’, sunshine…let me tell you, I was having the strangest dream.”

Her lips parted a little. “…what about?”

“Well, I was on a date with this beautiful woman…and halfway through, she started sucking me off in the restaurant like some whore.” He bared his teeth with a devilish grin. “Felt amazing.”

Her cheeks went red immediately. “O-oh…that’s…”

“And you want to know the strangest part? Every morning after that, she did it without even being asked. That tramp thanked me for the privilege of being my alarm clock.”

Maybe it was the cold floor or the complete lack of anything below the waist in her dress, but she shivered desperately with those words. “Wow, she sounds…” She bit her lip. “…really naughty, babe.”

His soft chuckle was like a beautiful symphony to her ears. “I can’t help but agree. Now then.” He carefully sat up, moving the tray to the side. “You know what to do.”

God, it got her so wet to hear him talk like that. “O-of course…” She sat up on her knees and reached for his pants, slowly pulling them down over his cock.

He took the opportunity to eat some of the omelet and hum with appreciation. “Er…thanks for making breakfast, Lauren.” His dominant smile turned rather sheepish before he chuckled.

She chuckled back. “You’re welcome, Matt.” They’d agreed on this last night when discussing how to handle more intense play: whenever either of them needed a time-out or wanted to check in, they’d use each other’s actual names instead of “honey” or “darling”. Or “plaything”.

“You’re all good? Want to keep going?”

All she did was nod, reaching into his underwear without a word.

All he could do was nod back and take a sip of his coffee. He hummed in satisfaction. “This is fantastic…sweetheart. Remind me to thank Dan for the press next time we see him.” That would be but one of the wifely duties she’d gratefully adopt.

Once his shaft was in front of her, she didn’t hesitate to take it in her mouth, locking eyes with her faux-husband while he feasted on her cooking.

After a moment, he reached down to comb through her hair, that same mischievous look reappearing in his eyes. “Good girl. Get used to it, angel. Your mouth’s getting a lot of use today.”

Normally he would have leaned back to let her do her thing then, so of course he had to ramp it up and sharply thrust into her mouth and make her gag. She popped off to get some fresh air, but she didn’t slack on her duties for long. She tried her best to keep up with his more aggressive desires.

Seemingly reading her mind, he cooed “Don’t worry, sugar. Practice makes perfect,” before doing it again. She managed to keep it in her mouth that time, her eyes and her cunt moistening together.

He spent the rest of his time during her blowjob eating breakfast and doing a crossword, clearly trying to treat her service like a usual amenity that he no longer respected. Lauren could tell that it was act. His grip on her hair tightened as she continued, and his cock only tensed like that when he was about to cum. Besides, he wasn’t barely able to hide his grunts from her. Still, it was a good show on his part, and when he held her down on his shaft to shoot his load deep in her throat she nearly came too.

He yanked her off without much fanfare, leaving her struggling to catch up. Some of his cum dripped from her lips onto the hardwood floor. Once he had recovered enough from such a great orgasm that he could play his character again, he did. “Mm-mm-mm. Looks like my pretty little wife made a bit of a mess. Now that won’t do at all, will it, sweetheart?”

Despite the chauvinist charade, he waited for her to catch her breath before pushing any further, providing her with some TLC in the form of headpats all the while. “…I-I’m sorry…”

His condescending tsks got her even more worked up. “Don’t apologize, my love. Fix your mistake.”

She nodded subserviently, looking around for a moment before thinking to ask “…May I please get a towel from the bathr-“

A finger to her lips cut her off. “Now, now. There’s no need for that. You should clean up that cum the same way you cleaned up the rest of it.”

Her eyes widened as the realization sank in. She didn’t move for a moment, prompting Matt to cough as a sort of signal. If she wasn’t comfortable with this, she knew exactly what she had to say for him to back off immediately. Her next words weren’t what he was expecting, however.

She smiled up at him. “Okay, dear.” Not even a second passed before her tongue was on the floor, lapping up the errant seed. This was the kind of treat someone as nice as her fiancé deserved for his birthday.

Relief visibly washed over him as he chuckled. “That’s a good girl. A good wife always does what she’s told.”

Submissiveness encompassed her whole being as she nodding, cleaning up the mess before long. Luckily she’d swept this floor just the other day, it was spotless. “…what she’s told.” Those words sent another shiver through her. This time it definitely wasn’t the floor or the dress.

“Now.” He looked over to his clean plate and the empty cup. “Be a dear and start the shower for me. I’m sure my woman has plenty of other things to take care of; go ahead and sort those out in the meantime.”

“Y-yes, dear.” With a nod of approval, she rose to her feet and stepped over to the master bathroom.

He waited for her to get almost all the way there before clearing his throat. “Oh.”

She stopped in her tracks, making her moan quietly from the knowledge of how compliant she was being.

“And have another cup of coffee ready by the time I get out. If it’s not there, well…” His sinister chuckle filled her ears. “I suppose I’ll have to teach my wife a lesson, won’t I?”

She heard herself chuckling back. “Yes, dear. Of course.” There was an extra skip in her step as she got the shower running. This was going to be fun.