Julie didn’t hesitate. The command was a spark that lit a fire deep within her, a part of her she was still learning to understand. She slid off the seat, her knees finding the plush carpet of the floorboard. The scent of their sex was thick and intoxicating, and it made her head spin.

She took his softening cock in her hand, still so thick and heavy, and leaned forward. Her tongue, soft and warm, flicked out to taste him. The flavor was a potent mix of his unique musk and her own arousal, a flavor that was becoming dangerously familiar. Fuck, it’s so fucking good, she thought, a shiver running through her.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and submissive, as she licked a long, slow stripe from his base to his tip. Marc’s head was tilted back against the headrest, his eyes half-closed, watching her through heavy lids. A low groan rumbled in his chest.

“That’s it, Julie, ” he murmured, his voice rough. “Use that pretty little tongue. Clean every last fucking drop. Show me how much you love the taste of us together.”

She obeyed, her movements becoming more eager, more desperate. She took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge. She could feel him twitch on her tongue, and the sensation sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her own legs. She was cleaning him, but it was making her want him all over again. She was a mess, a dripping, wanton mess for this man.

When he was clean, she released him with a soft, wet pop. She sat back on her heels, waiting for his next command, her chest heaving.

Marc didn’t speak for a long moment. He just looked at her, his gaze intense, appraising. He ran a thumb over her bottom lip, smearing a droplet of moisture she’d missed. “Good girl, ” he finally said, and the praise felt better than any orgasm.

He helped her back onto the seat. He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a small pack of wet wipes. He cleaned himself off with brisk efficiency before handing one to her. Julie took it, her hands trembling slightly as she cleaned the sticky evidence of their encounter from her thighs.

“Get dressed, ” he ordered, his voice all business now, though the heat in his eyes hadn’t dimmed.

Julie quickly pulled her panties and dress back on, the fabric feeling strange and restrictive against her sensitive, well-used skin. She felt his cum, still deep inside her, a secret she was carrying. Marc straightened his own clothes, and for a moment, it was as if nothing had happened. Except everything had.

He started the car and pulled out of the alley, driving the short distance back to the boutique. The silence in the car was thick with unspoken words and the lingering electricity of what they’d done.

He pulled up to the curb a block away from her work. He put the car in park and turned to her. His dominance was a palpable force in the confined space.

“Listen to me, Julie, ” he said, his voice low and deadly serious. “That text from your husband? He didn’t send me. I came for you because I wanted to. Because after last night, I had to have you. And now that I’ve had you, I’m not done.”

Julie’s breath hitched. The confirmation of her suspicion sent a thrill of fear and excitement straight to her core.

“You’re going to go back to your little shop, ” he continued, his eyes boring into hers. “And you’re going to call your husband. You’re going to tell him you’ve been thinking. You’re going to tell him that your little online fantasy wasn’t enough. You’re going to convince him, Julie. You’re going to use that sweet, persuasive voice of yours and you’re going to beg Jim to invite me over. To our house. To fuck you in your own marriage bed.”

The vulgarity of his command, the sheer audacity of it, made her clit throb. The idea was so forbidden, so utterly depraved. Fuck, yes, a part of her screamed.

“Tell me you understand, ” Marc demanded, his fingers gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“I understand, ” Julie whispered, her voice hoarse.

“No, ” he said, shaking his head. “I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you tell me what you’re going to do.”

She took a shaky breath, the words feeling both filthy and empowering. “I’m going to call Jim. I’m going to tell him I need more. I’m going to... to beg him to invite you over. To our house. To... to fuck me.”

A dark, triumphant smile spread across Marc’s face. “Good girl. Now get out.” He leaned over and opened her door. “I’ll be waiting for your call.”

Julie stumbled out of the car, her legs still unsteady. She didn’t look back as she walked toward the boutique, feeling his eyes on her the entire way. Her mind was reeling, her body was humming, and her pussy was still deliciously sore and full of his cum.

The rest of her shift passed in a blur. Every time a customer walked in, her heart leapt into her throat, half-expecting it to be Marc again. She could still smell him on her skin, a phantom scent that kept her wet and aching.

Finally, her break arrived. She retreated to the small back room, her phone feeling heavy and dangerous in her hand. She dialed Jim’s number, her palms sweating.

He answered on the second ring. “Hey, beautiful. Miss me?”

“Always, ” she said, her voice breathier than she intended. She leaned against the cool wall, closing her eyes. “Jim... I’ve been thinking. About last night. And... today.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, his interest clearly piqued. “What about it?”

“It... it wasn’t enough, ” she blurted out, following Marc’s script, the words sending a jolt through her. “Watching him on a screen... it just made me want the real thing more. It made me want... him. More.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Julie held her breath. Please, please say yes.

“You want to see him again?” Jim asked, his voice a mixture of surprise and unmistakable arousal.

“Yes, ” she whispered, then stronger, “Yes. Jim, I need it. I need to feel him. For real. I want...” She took a deep breath, channeling every bit of the desperate hunger Marc had unlocked in her. “I want you to invite him over. Here. To our home. I want you to watch him fuck me in our bed. I want you to see him claim what’s yours. I need to feel his cock stretching me open in our own bedroom, Jim. Please.”

The line was silent for so long Julie thought he’d hung up. Then, she heard his shaky exhale.

“Fuck, Julie, ” he breathed, and she could hear the hard-on in his voice. “You really are