I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me, and I couldn’t help but smirk. Tonight was the night. The soft black silk of my dress clung to my curves, hugging every inch of my body, the fabric barely covering what it needed to. The thin straps rested delicately on my shoulders, and the plunging neckline left my chest dangerously exposed. The hem of the dress skimmed the tops of my thighs, teasing with each movement, offering fleeting glimpses of the lace panties underneath. My bare legs gleamed in the low light, smooth, long, the curves of my hips accentuated by the way the dress fit so perfectly.

I picked up the tube of red lipstick from the dresser. It was thick and decadent, the kind of red that drew attention, the kind of red that left marks. Slowly, I applied it, taking my time, watching as the vibrant colour transformed my lips into something sultry, sinful. The sensation of the lipstick gliding across my mouth sent a thrill through me. I leaned closer to the mirror, pressing my lips together to perfect the look, knowing exactly the effect it would have when he saw me.

The final touch. A cigarette.

I reached for the slim, white stick from the pack on the dresser. Just holding it between my fingers felt erotic, the cool paper against my skin sending a small shiver through me. It was all deliberate, every gesture, every detail carefully chosen for tonight. I tucked the cigarette between my lips, letting it dangle seductively as I moved downstairs to the lounge.

The room was dim, the light from the evening casting long shadows across the walls. I sank into the plush couch, crossing my legs in slow, deliberate movements. The dress slid up my thighs as I did, leaving them bare, and I reclined lazily, my body on full display. I let one hand fall loosely at my side, fingers tapping rhythmically on the couch, while the other held the cigarette at my lips.

I waited.

The door creaked open moments later, and my heart raced as I heard the familiar sound of Rick stepping inside. He paused in the hallway, his eyes adjusting to the low light, before his gaze found me. I could feel it—his eyes sweeping over my body, taking in the dress, the way my legs were crossed, the cigarette that now rested lazily between my fingers.

His breath caught for a moment, and I could see the confusion and something else, something darker, flash across his face. He always had a thing for watching me smoke, the way I played with the cigarette, the way I teased him with it.

I smiled slowly, deliberately, and took the cigarette between my lips, my fingers brushing against my mouth in a way that I knew would drive him wild. He stood frozen, watching as I flicked the lighter, the flame dancing briefly before I brought it to the tip. The cigarette glowed red as I inhaled deeply, my lips wrapping around it in a way that was nothing short of provocative. I let the smoke slip from my mouth slowly, deliberately, watching as his eyes followed the trail of smoke in the air.

“Chloe…” His voice was thick, caught between confusion and desire. “What are you doing?”

I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I played with the cigarette, holding it between my fingers, twirling it slowly as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I took another drag, letting the smoke swirl around me, feeling the tension in the room build with each passing second.

“I’m waiting for you,” I said finally, my voice soft, but loaded with meaning.

He stepped closer, his eyes drawn to the red lipstick, the way my lips parted just slightly, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. I saw the way his gaze lingered on the cigarette in my hand, how his breathing hitched each time I brought it to my lips. The air was thick between us, charged, every movement, every look dripping with tension.

“You look… awesome,” he murmured, his voice low, eyes tracing the line of my legs, the bare skin of my thighs exposed where the dress had ridden up.

I tilted my head, blowing a slow stream of smoke into the air, letting it coil lazily around me. I watched his reaction, the way his eyes darkened, his body tensing. He always had a weakness for this—seeing me like this, dressed like a temptation he couldn’t resist, a cigarette dangling between my fingers as if I didn’t have a care in the world.

I could see how much it aroused him, the way his eyes darkened with each drag I took. There was something primal in his gaze, something that made me feel powerful.

“I’ve been thinking,” I said, my voice sultry, laced with an edge of something dangerous. “About what I want. About what I need.”

Rick’s brow furrowed slightly, but he took another step toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. He was trying to figure me out, trying to make sense of what I was saying, but the distraction of the scene I’d created was too much for him to think clearly.

“I need something more,” I continued, uncrossing my legs slowly, purposefully, letting the dress fall open just enough to reveal more of the lace beneath. I saw his eyes dart down, the pulse at his throat quickening. “Something different.”

His confusion deepened, but the arousal was unmistakable now, burning just beneath the surface. I took another slow drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke linger on my lips before blowing it toward him. “I’ve found someone.”

His expression shifted instantly, the desire battling with disbelief. “What…what do you mean?”

I stood up, my body unfolding slowly from the couch, the silk dress shifting against my skin as I moved toward him. I stopped just in front of him, so close he could smell the faint scent of smoke on my breath, could see the way my lips glistened with that bright, seductive red.

“I’m seeing someone,” I said, my voice almost a whisper now. “A lover.”

I could see the realization crash over him, the weight of my words sinking in, and yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the cigarette, from the red-stained lips that had just uttered those words.

The cigarette hung loosely between my fingers as I tilted my head back slightly, exhaling another slow stream of smoke. He was captivated, torn between the arousal that this scene invoked and the raw emotion now tearing through him.

“And I’m not sorry,” I whispered, as I took one last drag, savouring the taste of the smoke and the power I felt in this moment.

I stepped even closer to Rick, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. His breathing had become shallow, his chest rising and falling in quick succession as the tension between us hung thick in the air. I noticed it immediately—his body betraying him, the growing bulge in his pants 

This was not what I expected.   This might be easier than I thought.

I dragged the cigarette slowly across my lips, my gaze locked on his, the red lipstick leaving a faint smudge on the filter. “Does that arouse you?” I asked, my voice dripping with seduction, soft but deliberate. My eyes flickered down briefly, taking in the undeniable evidence of his desire.

Rick shifted uncomfortably, his jaw tightening as he tried to maintain control, but I could see through it. His eyes gave him away, dark with lust, and his body tensed at the question, almost as if he didn’t want to admit it. But I could see it—how much this whole situation aroused him. How much I aroused him.

I took a slow step forward, closing the distance between us entirely. The heat of his body met mine, and I could feel the tension vibrating between us. “You like it, don’t you?” I whispered, bringing the cigarette to my lips one last time, taking a slow drag before exhaling the smoke between us. The thin stream of smoke curled lazily in the air, and I watched as his eyes followed it, lingering on my lips, my body, my every move.

“Chloe…” he murmured, his voice strained, torn between anger and undeniable lust.

I reached out, tracing a finger lightly down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my touch. My eyes drifted downward again, lingering on the hardness pressing against his pants, and I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of my lips. “You can’t hide it from me,” I said, my tone teasing but confident, revelling in the power I suddenly had over him in this moment.

The way his breath hitched told me everything I needed to know.

I didn’t hold back anymore, letting the power of the moment surge through me. The air was thick with tension, lust, and something darker that neither of us wanted to name but couldn’t deny. I could see the way his body reacted, the way his breath hitched when I stepped even closer, the way his gaze flickered down to my fingers, now hovering dangerously close to him.

I smirked, my voice lowering to a sultry whisper, “You want to be my cuckold, don’t you?” The words dripped from my lips like honey, bold and sharp. I didn’t give him time to respond, not with words, at least. Instead, I let my hand drift down, teasing, as I stroked him through his pants, feeling the heat, the unmistakable hardness beneath the fabric.

Rick let out a sharp breath, his body tensing, his jaw clenched tight, but I knew he was close to unravelling. The way he looked at me—equal parts disbelief and undeniable arousal—made my heart race. I felt in control, powerful, as if I could bend him to my will with just a few more words.

“You like this, don’t you?” I whispered, leaning in, my lips just inches from his ear. My hand continued to move, slow and deliberate, stroking him through the fabric of his pants. His body reacted instinctively, pressing forward into my touch, even as his mind struggled to catch up with what was happening.

“Take it out, Rick,” I ordered softly, my voice firm, commanding. I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, my gaze daring him to defy me, to deny the desire that was now plain between us.

He swallowed hard, his breath coming in shallow gasps, but his hands were already moving before he could say anything. Trembling fingers reached for his belt, and I watched, a small smile playing at my lips, as he fumbled to unbuckle it. The sound of the metal clinking echoed through the room, loud in the silence that had settled between us. His hands were shaking as he pulled the zipper down, his eyes never leaving mine, almost as if he were waiting for me to stop him, to change my mind. But I didn’t.

I stood there, watching him, my body still bathed in the soft light of the room, feeling the weight of the moment press down on both of us.

His cock was hard, jutting out from him, thick and pulsing with the tension I’d built between us. My eyes flickered down, watching it, before I reached out with one hand, taking it firmly but teasingly in my grasp. I could feel the heat of it, the way it twitched at my touch, the way Rick’s breath stuttered as my fingers curled around him. Slowly, I began to stroke, my hand gliding up and down, languid, deliberate, dragging out every second. I could hear his sharp intake of breath, feel the way his body trembled beneath the weight of my control.

I used the edge of my nails, ever so lightly, running them along the length of him, teasing him, watching the way he struggled to keep his composure. I kept my eyes on his, locking him in, daring him to look away as I began to speak.

“This is what’s going to happen,” I said, my voice low, smooth, as I continued to stroke him. My words were a slow, seductive melody, weaving through the air as my nails scraped lightly, teasingly against his skin. “I’m going to have my lover. He’s going to touch me, fuck me, and you’re going to watch. You’ll want me, but you won’t have me.”

Rick’s eyes widened, his face flushed, a mix of disbelief, arousal, and helplessness swirling inside him. He opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a soft groan as my fingers tightened slightly around him, the slow, torturous rhythm of my strokes keeping him right on the edge.

“You’re going to be my cuckold,” I whispered, leaning in close, my breath brushing against his ear. I felt his body shudder at the word, and I smiled, knowing I had him exactly where I wanted him. My hand kept moving, slow, purposeful, dragging out every inch of his desire, of his submission.

Without breaking the rhythm, I let go of him for just a moment, stepping back to reach for my lipstick. I held it in front of him, rolling it up slowly, letting the vibrant red catch the light. His eyes were drawn to it, fixated, as if the very sight of me reapplying it drove him mad with need.

I leaned toward the mirror on the wall, my eyes never leaving his as I painted my lips a fresh, deep scarlet, knowing full well what it did to him. The slow, deliberate strokes of the lipstick against my mouth felt intimate, sensual, like a promise of something he could never quite touch.

“Do you like this?” I asked, my voice sultry, taunting. I smacked my lips together, the red bold and glossy. I returned to him, my hand sliding back down, wrapping around his hardness again, stroking him just a little faster now, watching him come undone with every word, every touch.

“You’ll watch me, Rick,” I whispered against his ear, my freshly painted lips grazing his skin, leaving a faint red mark. “You’ll see everything.”

Rick’s voice trembled, quiet, almost pleading. “I don’t want to watch,” he said, barely managing the words. “I just want to imagine,”  his breath catching as my hand continued its slow, deliberate movements. His admission hung in the air between us, thick with the tension I had cultivated, his arousal betraying the conflict in his mind.

But I didn’t stop. I kept stroking him, my fingers light, teasing, nails grazing his skin just enough to keep him on edge. I could feel his body responding despite his words, the way his cock twitched in my hand, hard and needy.

I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just above his, close enough for him to feel the heat of my breath as I spoke. “But you’ll want to,” I whispered, my voice dripping with seduction, as if the very sound of it could bend his will. “You’ll say you don’t, but deep down, you’ll watch. You won’t be able to help yourself. 

Rick groaned softly; the conflict clear in his eyes. He was torn, wanting to deny it, to push away what was happening, but the desire was too strong, too raw.

“What will you do?” he asked hoarsely

“What will I do?” I repeated, my lips curling into a slow, wicked smile. I stroked him just a bit harder, letting the rhythm build, watching the way his breath hitched with each movement. “I’ll take him. I’ll let him have me in ways you’ve never imagined. And you’ll know… you’ll feel it every second, but you won’t be able to stop it. You’ll have to live with that, knowing I’m with someone else, while you’re here…”

I dragged my nails along his shaft again, light but deliberate, savouring the way his body trembled beneath my touch.

“You’ll crave me,” I continued, my voice soft but firm, “but you’ll only get to watch from the outside, helpless. I’ll come home to you, smelling of him, my lipstick smeared, and you’ll know where I’ve been. What I’ve done. 

I paused, bringing my hand to his cheek, stroking his face with the same delicate care I’d used on him moments before. “You’ll be mine, Rick. Just like you are now.”

His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his body torn between resistance and the pull of submission.

Rick’s voice was barely above a whisper, thick with emotion. “Where will you go?” he asked, his breath unsteady. His eyes searched mine, desperate for answers. “What will you wear?”

I smiled slowly, savouring as well, the power I held over him, knowing that every word I spoke would linger in his mind long after this moment passed. I leaned back slightly, releasing his cock from my hand, letting my fingers trail up his chest instead, teasing, drawing out his tension.

“Where will I go?” I repeated, my voice soft and teasing, letting the words stretch out between us. “I’ll go wherever he wants to take me. A hotel, his place, somewhere we can be alone.” I paused, watching the way the idea twisted in his mind, the way his body reacted despite himself.

His eyes flickered down to my lips, still coated in the thick red lipstick, and then back to meet my gaze. “And as for what I’ll wear…” I leaned in close again, my lips brushing his ear, making sure he could feel the warmth of my breath against his skin.

“I’ll wear something that drives him wild,” I whispered, my voice dripping with seduction. “Something tight, something that hugs every curve. Maybe black, maybe red. A dress so short it barely covers me, just like this one.” I let my fingers play at the hem of my current dress, tugging it higher, teasing him with the sight of more skin.

“Something that makes him want me the second he sees me,” I continued, my lips grazing his earlobe, sending a shiver through him. “And underneath…” I paused, letting the silence stretch just enough to make him hang on every word.

“Lace,” I whispered. “Thin, delicate lace, the kind you know he’ll tear off me as soon as we’re alone.” My fingers traced his jawline, down his neck, leaving a trail of soft, barely-there touches as I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes again.

“And when I come back,” I said, my voice firm but sultry, “you’ll be here. Waiting. Thinking about what I’ve done. What I’ve worn. And what it was like when he took me.”

I could see the turmoil in his eyes, the way he struggled to reconcile what he was hearing with what he wanted. His body told me everything I needed to know, even if his words couldn’t quite say it.

I could see Rick’s conflict deepening, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. His eyes were locked on mine, a mixture of desperation, confusion, and raw desire swirling behind them. His voice was strained as he asked, “What will you do with him? Will you just… fuck him? Or more?”

I leaned in close, so close I could feel the heat from his body, could smell the faint scent of his cologne. “You really want to know, darling?” I asked, my voice dripping with seduction, teasing him with the promise of answers he wasn’t sure he was ready for.

“Yes,” he breathed, his body tense under my touch, his eyes dark with need.

I smiled slowly, the tension, the way he hung on every word, every movement. My fingers slipped down again, wrapping around his cock, feeling it twitch beneath my touch. It was slick now, precum beading at the tip, and I stroked him slowly, deliberately, letting my nails graze his skin just enough to make him shudder.

“So, you don’t mind if I go out?” I asked, my voice soft, playful, but there was a sharpness to it, a challenge in my tone.

Rick swallowed hard, unable to find the words, but his body answered for him. His cock throbbed in my hand, betraying him, betraying the conflict inside him.

I leaned in even closer, my lips just a breath away from his ear. “Have you thought about it?” I whispered, my voice low and dangerous. “Have you thought about me with another man?” I tightened my grip just slightly, stroking him a little faster, feeling the wetness of his precum slick under my fingers. His breath hitched, and I saw the way his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his mind clearly racing with the image.

“I’ll do more than just fuck him,” I said, my voice a whisper now, but each word hit him like a shockwave. “I’ll let him touch me, taste me, in ways you’ve never imagined. I’ll let him have me again and again until I’m dripping with him.” My lips brushed against his neck as I spoke, leaving a faint red mark from my lipstick, branding him with the reality of my words.

“And you’ll know,” I continued, my voice smooth as silk. “You’ll know that I’m with him, that I’m giving myself to him completely. Every moan, every gasp, every inch of my body… it’ll be his. And when I come back, you’ll see it all over me.”

Rick’s eyes opened again, wide and dark, his face flushed with both lust and a desperate sort of surrender. He was silent, but his body told me everything. He was torn, yes, but he was also consumed by the image I’d planted in his mind, the idea of me with another man.

I stroked him again, slow and deliberate, my fingers slick with precum, feeling his cock pulse with the weight of the moment. “Tell me, Rick,” I whispered, my lips brushing his cheek, “does that excite you? The thought of me with him? Do you want to see me like that?”

I smiled slowly, letting his question hang in the air for a moment, enjoying the tension building between us. His nod had already given him away—his quiet admission that he had thought about this, fantasized about me with another man. I could see the conflict still swirling in his eyes, but there was something else too—something darker, deeper. Desire.

I leaned in closer, my lips just inches from his, my breath warm against his skin. “So, you’ve had cuckold fantasies, haven’t you?” I asked softly, teasingly, my voice laced with seduction as I stroked him, feeling how hard he still was beneath my hand. His nod was subtle, almost ashamed, but the way his cock twitched in my grip told me everything I needed to know.

He swallowed hard before he asked, his voice low, almost a plea, “You’ll… fuck him, but you won’t suck him, will you?”

I paused, watching his face closely, the way his desperation bled through his words. He was searching for something to hold onto, something that would make the idea a little more bearable. But I had no intention of making this easy for him.

A wicked smile curled at my lips as I brought my hand up, gently tracing the edges of my lipstick-smeared mouth. “What do you think?” I asked, my voice dripping with seduction, my eyes locking with his. “Why do you think I wear such thick lipstick?”

I saw the realization dawn on him, the image forming in his mind as I let the question sink in. I could see how the thought of it, the idea of me with another man’s cock between my red-stained lips, twisted something inside him. His face flushed deeper, his eyes darkening with both arousal and helplessness.

I leaned in even closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “I’ll suck him, Rick. I’ll take him deep, let him feel my lips wrapped around him, red lipstick smearing all over. And when I come home to you, you’ll see the marks… You’ll know exactly what I’ve done.”

I let my words hang in the air, heavy with promise, and I felt his body shudder beneath my touch. His breath came in ragged gasps, and I knew then that he couldn’t deny it anymore. The thought of me, my lips painted with the evidence of another man, turned him on more than he wanted to admit.

“Does that make you jealous?” I asked, my hand moving faster now, stroking him as I pressed my body closer, letting him feel my heat. “Or does it turn you on? Knowing that I’ll have his cock in my mouth while you sit here thinking about it?”

His lips parted, but no words came out, just a soft groan as he leaned into the sensation of my hand, caught in the intoxicating mix of arousal and helpless submission.

I felt Rick’s body tense beneath my touch, his breath still coming in ragged, shallow gasps, but I had already decided this moment was mine to control. Without a word, I let him go, releasing his hard cock from my hand. His eyes flickered with confusion and something else—anticipation, perhaps, or dread—as I stepped away.

I walked over to the table where my phone lay and picked it up, turning my back to him briefly as I tapped through my contacts. I could feel his gaze on me, following my every movement, hanging on the thin thread of whatever was going to happen next.

I scrolled to my lover’s name, the thought of him sending a thrill through me. Without hesitation, I hit dial, the sound of the ringing line filling the room as I turned back to Rick, watching his face as he stood there, still frozen in place, watching me.

The phone clicked, and his voice came through on the other end, deep and casual. “Hey.”

I smirked, feeling Rick’s gaze intensify as I brought the phone to my lips, my voice low and seductive. “Get ready,” I said, my tone confident, commanding. “Rick’s dropping me off.”

There was a pause on the other end, and then my lover’s voice, suddenly more eager, more charged. “I’ll be ready for you.”

I smiled at that, glancing over at Rick, who stood there, his face flushed, eyes wide as he processed what I’d just said. His cock was still hard, straining against his pants, the evidence of his desire for what was happening, even if he struggled to accept it.

“Good,” I replied, my voice soft, but loud enough for Rick to hear. “I’ll see you soon.” With that, I ended the call, the click of the phone shutting off echoing in the quiet room.

I set the phone down gently, turning my full attention back to Rick. He stood there, torn between disbelief and the undeniable arousal I knew was coursing through him. I walked back over to him slowly, deliberately, letting the tension simmer between us.

“You’re going to drop me off,” I said, my voice firm but gentle, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I reached out, tracing his jawline with my fingertips, watching his reaction closely. “And then you’ll come home. You’ll know exactly where I am, what I’m doing.”

Rick’s lips parted slightly, but no words came. His breathing was uneven, his face a mix of helplessness and longing, his eyes glued to mine as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

“Do you understand?” I asked, my voice soft, coaxing, as I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear. “You’ll drive me to him, drop me off, and then you’ll go home. And while I’m with him… you’ll be thinking about it. About me.”

I saw the slight nod, the way his chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, and I knew he was caught, torn between his fantasies and the reality of what I was about to do.

I could feel the power surging through me as I watched Rick, still standing there, torn between what he wanted and what he feared. I picked up my purse, adjusting my dress so it hugged my body in all the right places, the fabric clinging to every curve. His eyes never left me, tracing the way the dress rode up slightly as I moved 

“Come on,” I said softly, my voice teasing as I walked past him toward the door. “It’s time.”

He followed me wordlessly, still processing everything, his body on autopilot. We stepped outside, the evening air cool against my bare skin, and I felt a delicious thrill run through me, knowing exactly what was about to happen. I slid into the passenger seat of the car, watching as Rick hesitated for a moment before getting into the driver’s seat.

The silence between us was thick as he started the engine, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. I let the silence stretch, reveling in the tension, the way his breathing had quickened as he glanced at me from the corner of his eye.

“You’re really going to do this,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper, tinged with disbelief.

I smiled, shifting in my seat so my dress rode up even higher, exposing more of my thigh. “Of course I am,” I purred, my voice sultry, teasing. “You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you? What it would be like to watch me with someone else…”

His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, but he didn’t respond, his eyes flicking toward me, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of my legs, now fully on display.

As we drove through the quiet streets, I leaned in closer, my fingers lightly tracing the edge of his thigh, moving slowly, deliberately, teasing him. “I know you’re thinking about it right now,” I whispered, my voice a soft taunt. “Thinking about what I’ll be doing with him, how I’ll touch him, how he’ll touch me.”

Rick’s breath hitched, his eyes darting between the road and my hand, which had now moved higher, my fingertips grazing the inside of his leg. “You want to know what’s going to happen, don’t you?” I continued, my tone teasing, cruel in its softness.

“Chloe…” he breathed, his voice thick with tension, his grip tightening even further on the wheel.

I moved my hand higher, brushing lightly against his cock, feeling it stiffen beneath the fabric of his pants. “You can’t stop thinking about it, can you?” I whispered, my lips close to his ear now, my breath warm against his skin. “About how I’ll take him, how he’ll make me moan. How I’ll look with my lipstick smeared after sucking him.”

Rick groaned softly, his cock hardening beneath my touch, and I smiled, knowing how much I was tormenting him. My fingers grazed him again, the touch feather-light, and I could feel the tension coiling in his body, could hear the strain in his breath.

“You’re driving me to him,” I murmured, my lips brushing his ear. “And when you drop me off, you’ll know exactly what’s going to happen. You’ll imagine every moment of it… and you’ll want it.”

I stroked him again, my fingers slipping over the bulge in his pants, slow and teasing. He gasped, his hips shifting slightly, as if he couldn’t help himself, caught between his desire and his torment.

“You’re so hard right now, aren’t you?” I taunted, my hand pressing against him, feeling the heat, the undeniable arousal. “Thinking about me with him.”

Rick’s eyes flicked toward me, full of helpless need. He was trapped, caught in the web I had woven, and he knew it. His breath came in shallow, ragged bursts as my fingers continued their slow, deliberate strokes.

“Just wait until I come home,” I whispered, my voice low and seductive. “When you see me after… when you know what I’ve done, how I’ve let him fuck me. You’ll be thinking about it for days.”

He groaned again, his body trembling as he pulled up to the destination, the car coming to a slow stop. His face was flushed, his chest rising and falling quickly as he sat there, torn between jealousy and arousal, his cock throbbing beneath my touch.

I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, leaving a faint red stain of lipstick on his skin. “I’ll see you later, darling,” I whispered, my voice soft but full of wicked promise. “Think of me.”

Rick’s hands were shaking slightly as he turned off the engine, the weight of what was about to happen sinking in. I watched him in silence for a moment, seeing the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes refused to meet mine even though his body still screamed with desire.

Without a word, he opened his door and stepped out, walking around to the passenger side. I could feel the cool night air rush in as he opened my door, standing there, waiting for me to step out.

I moved slowly, deliberately, making sure he took in every detail—my legs sliding out of the car first, the hem of my dress creeping higher as I stood. I saw him swallow hard, his eyes still glued to me, betraying his attempts to hold it together.

I stepped out of the car and stood in front of him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. My fingers reached up to gently stroke his face, tracing the line of his jaw, and he leaned into my touch, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

“You’ll be thinking about this all night,” I whispered softly, leaning in just enough to brush my lips against his. The kiss was light, teasing, but enough to leave a faint mark of red lipstick on his skin. I smiled at the sight of it, knowing it was a reminder of what I was about to do.

I pulled back and turned slightly, reaching into my purse for my lipstick. With slow, deliberate precision, I reapplied the thick, vibrant red, my eyes flicking toward Rick, who stood there, his gaze locked on me, helpless.

I snapped the lipstick shut, gave him one last glance, and began to walk toward the front door of the house. My heart raced, not with fear, but with anticipation. I knew Rick’s eyes were on me, watching every step I took, the sound of my heels clicking on the pavement cutting through the still night air.

As I approached the door, it opened, revealing my lover standing there, waiting for me with a knowing smile. He filled the doorway, his presence strong, and I could feel the anticipation radiating from him as well.

I turned back to Rick, who stood frozen by the car, his face flushed, his body tense. I gave him a slow, seductive wave, a final taunt, a reminder of what was about to happen. I saw his hand twitch slightly, his face a mixture of helplessness and arousal, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t.

With one last look, I turned back toward the door and stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing in the quiet night, sealing the space between me and Rick.

And just like that, I was gone. 

As the door closed behind me, the air shifted immediately. Inside, the energy was different—charged, expectant. My lover stood there, his eyes running over me with a hunger that was unmistakable. I could feel his desire in the way his gaze lingered on the hem of my dress, on the lips I had just so carefully painted for him.

He stepped forward, closing the space between us with a confidence that only heightened the tension. His hand reached out, grazing my arm, a light but possessive touch, as if to claim me from the moment I crossed the threshold.

“You look incredible,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, a promise in the way he said it. His eyes flicked down to my lips, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. The red lipstick, thick and bold, had been chosen for him, after all.

I smiled, leaning in closer, just enough so he could catch the scent of my perfume, something subtle but intoxicating. “I thought you might like it,” I replied, my voice soft, but full of the same energy that crackled between us.

Outside, I knew Rick was still standing by the car, watching the door, probably replaying the image of me walking into another man’s arms over and over in his mind. The thought of it thrilled me—knowing that he was out there, helpless, imagining what was about to happen inside this house.

“Did he drop you off?” my lover asked, a sly smile playing on his lips. There was a certain satisfaction in his voice, knowing full well the answer. He liked the idea as much as I did—the power, the control.

I nodded, stepping closer to him, my body brushing lightly against his. “He did,” I whispered, my breath warm against his skin. “He knows exactly what’s happening right now.”

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. His hand slid around my waist, pulling me in, his touch firm and confident. “Good,” he said softly, his lips now inches from mine. “Let him think about it.”

I could feel the heat of him, the raw desire that pulsed between us, and I leaned into it, my heart racing with anticipation. I glanced back toward the door one last time, imagining Rick standing outside in the quiet night, his mind spinning with images of what was happening behind this closed door.

“Come with me,” my lover whispered, his voice thick with intent. He led me deeper into the house, his hand still firmly on my waist, guiding me with a sense of purpose. I followed, my pulse quickening with every step, knowing that once we crossed the threshold into the next room, there would be no turning back.

And in the back of my mind, I knew Rick would still be out there, waiting, wondering, wanting.

As we moved further into the house, the dim lighting created an intimate atmosphere, shadows playing across the walls as my lover led me down the hallway. His grip on my waist tightened slightly, a subtle reminder of the control he held, of the power dynamic we both revelled in. The air between us was thick with tension, every step heightening the anticipation of what was to come.

I could still feel the weight of Rick’s absence outside, his presence looming in the back of my mind. The thought of him, standing by the car, imagining what was happening inside, only fuelled my excitement. I pictured him pacing, his thoughts wild with jealousy, but also arousal, torn between his desire to be the one touching me and the reality of him being left behind.

As we entered the living room, my lover stopped, turning to face me. His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every detail—the way the dress hugged my curves, the way my lips still shimmered with that bold red lipstick, slightly smudged from the light kiss I had given Rick. He reached up, his fingers brushing my cheek, his touch sending a shiver through me.

“Does he know what he’s missing right now?” my lover asked, his voice a low growl, the words vibrating through me.

I smiled, leaning into his touch. “He does,” I replied softly, my voice teasing. “He’s thinking about it, I’m sure. Wondering how I’ll look, what I’ll sound like…”

My lover’s hand slid down from my cheek to the curve of my neck, his fingers wrapping gently but possessively around my throat. I could feel my pulse quicken beneath his touch, the tension between us coiling tighter.

“Good,” he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine. “Let him wonder. Let him imagine.”

Without warning, he pulled me closer, his lips crashing against mine, the kiss hungry and demanding. I could taste the heat of him, the intensity that had been simmering between us now boiling over. His hand slipped from my waist to my hips, gripping me firmly as he deepened the kiss, my body melting into his.

The kiss was raw, electric, his lips moving against mine with a kind of possessiveness that sent waves of desire coursing through me. My lipstick smeared across both of our mouths, a red stain of lust and intent, the bold color now a marker of what was happening between us.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were slightly smudged with my lipstick, and the sight of it sent a thrill through me. He grinned, his eyes dark with need. “Now he’ll see,” he said, his voice rough, “exactly how much I’ve claimed you. 

I laughed softly, the sound full of anticipation. “He’ll see everything when I come home,” I replied, my words dripping with seduction. “He’ll know exactly what you’ve done.”

The thought of it—coming home to Rick after this, knowing he would see the evidence of my time with another man all over me—only made the moment more intense. I could picture it already: the red lipstick smeared, my body still buzzing from the encounter, Rick’s eyes dark with jealousy and desire as he tried to reconcile what he knew with what he wanted.

My lover’s hands moved to the hem of my dress, slowly lifting it, revealing the lace panties underneath. His fingers brushed lightly against my skin, teasing, as he smiled down at me, his voice low and commanding. “Let’s make sure he has something to think about for a long time.”

I felt my breath catch as he led me toward the couch, the heat between us undeniable now. He guided me down, his body pressing against mine, his hands firm and sure as he moved with purpose. Every touch, every whispered word was a reminder of what I was about to do, of what Rick would never forget.

The thought of it consumed me—the image of Rick standing outside, still waiting, imagining me in another man’s arms. The reality of it was now unfolding, and I knew that when I finally returned home, everything between us would change. But in this moment, I was lost in the desire, in the thrill of taking control, of pushing the boundaries of what we both wanted.

I leaned back into the cushions, my body arching toward him as his hands roamed over my skin, his lips finding mine once again. The door had closed behind me, and I had fully stepped into the world we had both created—a world where I would leave one man behind, and let another claim me completely.

And Rick, wherever he was now, could only imagine.