The following morning

The next morning, the light streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow across their tangled bodies. James stirred, his eyes opening to find Felicity still sleeping, her face serene. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, feeling a rush of affection for this woman who had so completely given herself to him. He knew that their honeymoon was going to be nothing short of amazing.

With a wicked smile, James slid out of bed, his naked form moving gracefully across the room. He had plans for her today—plans that would cement their new dynamic and ensure that she understood her place as his slut.

"Wake up, baby," he said, his voice a low murmur. "We've got a big day ahead of us."

Felicity's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. She felt a thrill at the promise in his eyes, a thrill that went straight to her core. "What's on the agenda?" she asked, her voice sleepy but eager.

"Shopping," James said, his tone casual but his eyes gleaming. "But not just any shopping. I'm taking you to get some new clothes for our honeymoon. Because I know the ones you own don't do justice to the truly sexy slut I married last night."

Felicity felt a blush creep up her neck, but she didn't argue. Instead, she felt a thrill at his words, a thrill that told her this was exactly what she wanted—to be seen by him in a new light, to be appreciated for the desires she had never allowed herself to explore.

After a quick shower, she dressed in a simple pair of blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt. Beneath, she wore matching white cotton underwear—a stark contrast to the lacy, seductive lingerie she had worn the night before. The fabric clung to her curves, hinting at the secrets hidden beneath.

As they left the hotel suite, James couldn't help but admire his wife. She looked so innocent, so unsuspecting, and yet he knew the fire that burned within her. It was a heady feeling, one that made him want to bend her over and fuck her right there in the hallway.

But no, he had better things in mind.

They stepped into the elevator, and James couldn't resist sliding his hand up her thigh, his thumb brushing against her pussy between her thighs from behind. Even through the denim, Felicity was sensitive still and gasped, looking around to make sure they were alone before leaning into him, her eyes pleading for more.

"You're insatiable," he murmured, his voice low and amused. "But we'll have plenty of time for that later."

The elevator doors opened, and they stepped out into the lobby, where a taxi was already waiting for them. James opened the door, his hand guiding her in before he slid in beside her.

As the taxi pulled away from the hotel, Felicity felt a flutter of nerves. James's hand remained on her thigh, his thumb rubbing slow circles, and she was acutely aware of the driver's eyes in the mirror. Was he watching them? Did he suspect what she had had done to her the night before? The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating, and she felt a rush of wetness between her legs.

The journey to the high street was a blur of lights and sounds, and Felicity found herself leaning into James's touch, craving the comfort of his dominance. She knew she was his slut, and the knowledge made her feel more alive than she had ever felt.