Cade's heart thundered in his chest as the door swung open. Lila glided inside, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension.
"You're home early," Lila purred, her lips curving into a knowing smirk.
Cade swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "I... wanted to surprise you."
Lila's eyes locked onto his, dancing with mischief. She moved towards him with feline grace, hips swaying.
"Oh, I'm certainly surprised," she murmured.
Cade's gaze dropped to her slightly disheveled blouse, his stomach churning. *Where has she been? Who was she with?* The questions burned in his throat, but he couldn't bring himself to voice them.
Lila drew closer, radiating an aura of casual dominance. Her perfume mingled with an unfamiliar scent - musky, masculine. Cade's fists clenched at his sides.
"Cat got your tongue, darling?" Lila teased, trailing a manicured finger down his chest.
Cade's breath hitched. "Lila, I-"
"Shhh," she whispered, pressing a finger to his lips. "No need for words. I think we both know what's going on here."
Lila's lips crashed against Cade's without warning, demanding and insistent. He stiffened, his mind reeling from the abrupt shift. Her tongue probed, seeking entry, and for a moment he resisted, torn between desire and hurt.
"Don't fight it," Lila murmured against his mouth. "You know you want this."
A low groan escaped Cade's throat as his resolve crumbled. He surrendered to the kiss, matching her fervor with a desperate hunger of his own. His hands found her hips, pulling her closer.
Lila broke away, her eyes glittering. "That's it. Show me how much you need me."
"I do need you," Cade whispered, his voice hoarse. "But Lila, where were-"
She silenced him with another searing kiss, then suddenly pushed him backward. Cade stumbled, falling onto the living room floor with a soft thud. Before he could react, Lila was on top of him, straddling his chest.
"No more questions," she commanded, slowly inching forward. "It's time you learned your place."
Cade's eyes widened as understanding dawned. "Lila, wait-"
But she was already moving, her intentions clear as she positioned herself above his face. Cade's heart raced, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through him.
"You know what to do," Lila said, her voice brooking no argument. "Show me how sorry you are for doubting me."
Cade hesitated, the taste of her betrayal still bitter on his tongue. But the sight of his wife, so bold and unapologetic, was intoxicating. His resistance crumbled, replaced by a twisted, consuming need.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the damp folds of her thong. The scent of her arousal, laced with another's cologne, filled his nostrils. Cade gritted his teeth, swallowing his pride as he inhaled her musky scen * e. He knew what she wanted, and for tonight at least, he would give it to her.
As Cade began to lap at her through the fabric, Lila's hips gyrated, her moans eclipsing any lingering doubts. Her fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him deeper into the forbidden heat of her *******.
Their roles had shifted, and Cade
Cade's breath caught in his throat as the weight of his actions pressed down on him, heavier than Lila's body above him. The taste of her lingered on his tongue, mingled with the bitter tang of shame. He couldn't meet her eyes as the words tumbled out, barely above a whisper.
"I... I followed you," he confessed, his voice trembling. "To the hotel. I saw you with him."
The admission hung in the air, raw and vulnerable. Cade's chest tightened, awaiting her response, his shame and desperation laid bare before her.
Lila's laughter cut through the silence, sharp and triumphant. She threw her head back, her body shaking with mirth as she looked down at him, eyes gleaming with cruel delight.
"Oh, Cade," she purred, running a finger along his jaw. "You pathetic, jealous little man. Did you enjoy the show?"
Her words twisted like a knife, but Cade couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him. He squirmed beneath her, conflicted and aroused.
"I bet you did," Lila continued, her voice dripping with mockery. "Watching from the shadows, knowing you could never satisfy me like he does."
She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "This is what you wanted all along, isn't it? To be completely under my control?"
Cade whimpered, unable to form words as Lila's dominance washed over him, solidifying her power with each passing moment.
Lila's eyes narrowed, a wicked smile playing across her lips. She trailed a finger down Cade's chest, her touch electric against his skin.
"Beg for it," she commanded, her voice low and sultry. "Beg me to humiliate you further."
Cade's breath caught in his throat, his mind reeling. The rational part of him screamed to resist, but a deeper, darker need clawed its way to the surface.
"Please," he whispered, his voice cracking with raw emotion. "Please, Lila. I... I need more."
She laughed, the sound both beautiful and cruel. "More what, Cade? Say it."
His cheeks burned with shame, but the words spilled out, unstoppable now. "More humiliation. Please degrade me. I-I want to feel worthless."
Lila's smile widened, triumphant. She stood, towering over him. "Very well. From now on, there are new rules in this relationship."
Cade looked up at her, trembling with anticipation and fear.
"First," Lila began, her tone brooking no argument, "you will address me as Mistress at all times. Second, you will pleasure me on demand, no questions asked. And third," she paused, savoring the moment, "you will clean up after my lovers, like the pathetic cuckold you are."
Cade's mind spun, arousal and humiliation warring within him. "Yes... Mistress," he managed, accepting his new reality.
Cade's heart raced as he knelt before Lila, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Shame burned through him, threatening to consume him whole, yet beneath it simmered a perverse satisfaction that both thrilled and terrified him.
"How does it feel, Cade?" Lila's voice cut through his thoughts, sharp and probing. "To know your place at last?"
He swallowed hard, struggling to find his voice. "I... I don't know," he admitted, his eyes fixed on the floor.
Lila's laugh was musical, yet edged with cruelty. "Oh, I think you do. Look at me when I'm speaking to you."
Cade raised his gaze, meeting her triumphant smirk. The sight sent a jolt through him – equal parts humiliation and desire.
"It feels right," he whispered, the truth of it washing over him. "God help me, but it does."
"Of course it does," Lila purred, circling him slowly. "You were made for this, weren't you? To serve, to submit."
Cade nodded, a weight lifting from his shoulders even as another settled in its place. "Yes, Mistress."
Lila stopped before him, her eyes gleaming with victory. She cupped his chin, her touch both tender and possessive. "You're mine now, Cade. Completely and utterly mine."
As he looked up at her, Cade knew his world had shifted irrevocably. He was broken, remade, and in that moment, he felt a twisted sense of fulfillment he'd never known before.