The morning was quiet, the weight of the night before still lingering between my muscles and my thoughts. Sarah stretched beside me, her bare skin warm against mine, completely at ease, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside me.
We were heading home today. Back to reality. Back to Claire.
I rubbed my hand over my face, pushing away the remnants of sleep, but it didn't dull the images that played in my mind. The video Claire had sent. The sounds she made, breathy and teasing.
The lines had blurred. More than that--they were disintegrating.
Sarah stirred beside me, her fingers sliding over my stomach as she hummed in contentment. "Mmm... last night was something else."
I swallowed, trying to push Claire's voice from my mind, trying to focus on my wife--the woman I had just spent the weekend making love to, recording, claiming.
"Yeah," I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Sarah's face. "It was."
She smiled, half-lidded with satisfaction. "We should do that more often."
I nodded absently.
The drive home was quiet, the hum of the road beneath us the only sound besides Sarah softly singing along to the radio. She looked relaxed, satisfied.
My phone buzzed in the cupholder, the vibration low and insistent.
Sarah glanced over and smirked. "Your mistress texting you already?"
My fingers twitched on the wheel, but her teasing tone let me breathe again. I forced a chuckle. "Yeah, she's probably just checking if we brought her anything."
Sarah shook her head. "She's so spoiled."
If only she knew.
The rest of the drive was a blur of thoughts I shouldn't be having. My phone buzzed a few more times. But I ignored it, forcing myself to stay in control.
When we finally pulled into the driveway, I exhaled slowly, gripping the wheel like it might anchor me.
As soon as we stepped inside, Claire was already sprawled out on the couch, legs tucked beneath her as she flipped through a magazine. She barely glanced up as we walked in.
"Home sweet home," she mused, stretching lazily. "Did you two have fun?"
Sarah grinned, tossing her bag onto the counter. "More than fun." She winked at me, then flopped onto the couch beside Claire.
Claire raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."
I tensed.
Sarah leaned in, her voice low but teasing. "We filmed ourselves this time."
Claire blinked, then laughed. "Shut up. You didn't."
Sarah nodded, clearly pleased with herself. "It was so hot." She turned to me, eyes playful. "Right, babe?"
I cleared my throat, feeling Claire's gaze burning into me. "Yeah... it was something."
Claire smirked, biting her lip. "See? Watching can be fun."
I swore there was an edge to her tone, something just for me.
Sarah shook her head, laughing. "Mark was a beast. Honestly, I think you were onto something, Claire. He's been different lately."
I felt Claire's eyes on me again, lingering a little too long before she stretched, arching her back.
"Glad I could inspire," she teased.
I tried not to react, but my pulse was already kicking up.
Later that night, as Sarah slept beside me, my phone buzzed under my pillow.
Claire: Since you're into watching now...
A video.
My breath caught as I hesitated, fingers hovering over the screen.
Then I tapped.
Claire was kneeling, her hands resting in her lap, her head tilted slightly downward. The dim light made her look almost angelic, except for the way her lips parted, the slow rise and fall of her chest.
She wasn't alone.
A hand appeared in the frame, threading through her auburn hair, guiding her head up. She looked into the camera--into me--before slowly parting her lips.
The man off-screen tugged at her choker, tilting her head just so before pressing his thumb against her lower lip.
My stomach tightened.
Claire let her mouth fall open wider, waiting, breath slow and controlled.
My hand clenched around my phone as I watched.
Claire: Like what you see?
I shifted, careful not to wake Sarah, and slipped out of bed, phone in hand. Stepping quietly into the bathroom, I shut the door and leaned against the sink before unlocking my screen.
The message was still there. The video waiting.
Claire: Like what you see?
I swallowed hard, tapping the message.
The video played again, the soft glow of the light illuminating Claire's face, her expression submissive, waiting. The man's hand gripped her choker, adjusting her just slightly before guiding her forward. The way she moved, the slow, eager obedience--it sent a pulse of heat through me, tightening in my stomach.
Then she took him, lips parting smoothly as she let herself be claimed.
I clenched my jaw, gripping the phone tighter, my breath unsteady. The slow, deliberate rhythm, the way she let herself be controlled, the pleasure that flickered in her half-lidded gaze--she wanted me to see this.
And it was working.
I could barely stand still, my entire body thrumming with tension. I had filmed Sarah for Claire. She had sent this back. A trade. A challenge.
My fingers hovered over the phone before I typed back.
Me: You're going to get me in trouble.
The response came almost instantly.
Claire: Only if you're not careful.
I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face.
Me: And if I don't want to be careful?
I hovered over Sarah, my phone steady in my hand, the record button already blinking red. The dim glow of the screen illuminated her soft features, her lips slightly parted in sleep.
I pressed myself against them, running my length along her mouth, letting her feel the heat of me before she stirred. Her breath hitched, and she opened her eyes slowly, still heavy with sleep.
A lazy smile curled her lips. "Mmm... already?"
