Time to get cleaned up for dinner

James was waiting for her inside, a knowing smirk on his face. He had changed into a casual yet elegant dinner outfit, and the sight of him made her stomach flutter. "You enjoyed that," he said, his voice filled with a smug satisfaction that made her blush even deeper.

With a nod, Felicity stepped into the en-suite, feeling the warm water wash away the sticky evidence of their earlier encounter. The shower was a welcome relief, the jets pounding against her sensitive skin and helping to ground her. Her mind raced with the events of the afternoon, her body still humming with the excitement of their display.

As she stepped out, a towelling robe wrapped around her, she found James had laid out an outfit for her on the vanity. The black thong and long green dress from their shopping trip were neatly folded, along with a small pink love egg vibrator. The sight of it made her blush, not knowing when he had bought it for her and how long he had been planning this all.

Felicity dried her hair, her thoughts racing. She had never felt this alive, this... owned. It was a feeling she hadn't anticipated but one she found she craved more of. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn’t believe the wanton look in her eyes. She had always been the good girl, the one who played by the rules, but now she was a married woman, and the rules had changed.

With trembling hands, she picked up the pink love egg, its smooth surface cool against her fingertips. She slipped it into her damp folds, gasping as it filled her completely. It was smaller than James's thumb, but the way it nestled inside her made her feel full and needy, with the outside tip pressed just next to her clit.

Felicity stepped into the black lace thong, the material feeling almost sinful against her freshly shaved skin. The dress followed, a silky whisper as it slid up her legs and over her hips. The fabric clung to her curves, hinting at the delicate lace beneath, and she felt a thrill at the thought of wearing it without a bra, her breasts free to move and bounce with every step she took. She quickly slid on a pair of strappy high heels and checked her reflection in the mirror. The elegant woman who looked back from the mirror was someone she hardly recognised herself as, and she smiled in happiness at hkw the dress made her look.

With a deep breath, she stepped into the living room area of their suite, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. The love egg inside her pulsed with every beat of her heart, the sensation a constant reminder of James’ dominance over her body. She knew he had chosen the outfit with care, picking something that would make her feel both sexy and ****—exactly how he liked her.

James looked up from his phone as she entered, his eyes immediately drawn to her. He took in the sight of her in the dress, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts briefly. His smirk grew wider, his eyes darkening with lust. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Felicity felt his eyes on her and knew that he was thinking about the love egg nestled inside her. She wasn’t sure how the little vibrator worked or was controlled, but she knew she would find out in time.