Morning terms

The room was warm with soft light. A late morning glow filtered through the blinds, drawing faint shadows across the sheets.

John blinked awake. Claire was already up, leaning on one elbow beside him, watching his face.

“Morning,” she said.

He smiled sleepily. “Morning.”

She brushed his hair back with her fingers. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Just… tired.”

Claire lay back beside him, staring at the ceiling.

“Last night was…” She trailed off, searching for the word. “A lot.”

John said nothing.

“I mean, I kind of went off, didn’t I?” she added, half-laughing. “I was… loud. Bossy.”

“You were into it.”

Claire turned her head. “Too into it?”

He hesitated. “No. I didn’t mind.”

“That’s not a real answer,” she said.

He glanced at her. “I didn’t hate it.”

Claire raised an eyebrow. “Not what I asked.”

A pause.

She rolled onto her side. “You liked it when I called you a cuck.”

John’s face flushed.

“You did,” she said again, voice lower now. “Your body didn’t lie.”

“I didn’t expect it,” he admitted. “It just… came out of nowhere.”

Claire smiled faintly. “It felt right. It just slipped out.”

Another pause.

She studied his face. “Was that too much?”

He looked away. “No.”

Claire moved closer, their knees touching under the covers. “Because I can stop. We can stop. Now. If we’re heading somewhere that doesn’t feel right…”

He shook his head. “It didn’t feel wrong.”

“Did it feel good?”

He exhaled, then nodded. “Yeah. It did.”

Claire smiled with quiet relief.

She laid a hand on his chest. “Good.”

They lay there a moment, letting the quiet settle.

Then Claire added, “I liked how you listened.”

John looked at her.

“Last night. When I told you what to do. When I sat on your face. You didn’t hesitate.”

“I wanted to make it up to you,” he said.

Claire grinned. “You did. Big time.”

She ran her foot along his calf under the covers. “There was something else, though.”

John blinked. “What?”

She tilted her head. “Nia.”

His face changed.

“She touched you.”

“Yeah,” he said softly.

“She touched your ass.”

He swallowed. “She… kind of took over.”

Claire sat up, pulling the sheet with her. “That’s my territory.”

John raised an eyebrow.

“She got there first,” Claire said. “I don’t like that.”

“I didn’t ask her—”

“I know,” she said, waving it off. “I’m not blaming you. She’s aggressive.”

John paused. “You’re… jealous?”

Claire gave him a sharp look. “That’s mine to explore. Not hers.”

She ran her hand down his stomach, stopping just at his waistband.

“I’ve been thinking about that,” she said, her voice dipping lower. “For a while now.”

John’s eyes widened. “You mean—”

Claire smirked. “What do you think I mean?”

He didn’t speak.

She leaned in. “I mean one day I’m going to turn you over, cuff your wrists, and make you beg.”

John’s throat tightened.

“You’ll take my fingers,” Claire whispered. “Eventually… maybe more.”

He exhaled shakily.

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said instantly.

Claire nodded, satisfied. “Good.”

She lay back again, arm behind her head.

“I just didn’t like seeing her do it first,” she said. “It’s personal. Intimate.”

“I didn’t expect it.”

“You didn’t stop her either,” she said, with a half-smile.

“I couldn’t,” he said. “She… she just did it.”

Claire didn’t answer. She just smirked.

“She called me a cuck too,” he added.

Claire turned to him.

“You liked that too?”

He nodded slowly.

“I kind of liked hearing it from her mouth,” he admitted. “But it hit different when you said it.”

Claire smiled. “Because I meant it.”

Another quiet moment stretched between them.

John looked at her. “So we’re still doing this?”

Claire nodded. “If you want to.”

“I do,” he said.

“Then we are.”

She leaned over and kissed him, soft and slow.

“I’m going to own you, John,” she whispered. “In ways you haven’t even imagined yet.”

His cock stirred under the sheets.

Claire noticed, of course.

“See?” she murmured. “You’re already halfway there.”