Time to recover with some room service

"Fuck," he panted, his hand moving to cup her cheek gently. "You're incredible." He leaned down to kiss her, tasting himself on her lips, and she kissed him back, eager for more. His cum was warm on her face, and she found the salty taste surprisingly intoxicating.

They stepped out of the shower, their bodies glistening with water and desire. James handed her one of the luxurious towelling hotel bath robes, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the harshness of his words. He took his own robe and tied it loosely around his waist. He led her to the bed, his hand leaving a trail of heat on her skin wherever it touched.

Felicity slipped into the robe, feeling a sense of vulnerability she had never known. She watched as James picked up the room service menu, his eyes scanning the options with a focus that belied his earlier passion. She felt a strange mix of emotions—desire, submission, and a newfound sense of belonging. This was her wedding night, and it was everything she had ever hoped for and more.

"What would you like?" James asked, his voice deceptively casual. Felicity blushed, knowing what he really meant. She knew that he wanted her to be vocal, to express her desires and needs. It was a part of their new dynamic, one that she was eager to explore.

"Whatever you want," she replied, her voice soft. James's eyes flashed with something primal, and she felt her core clench in response. He placed the order, his voice low and commanding. When he hung up the phone, he turned to her, his gaze intense.

"When the room service comes," he said, his voice dropping an octave, "I want you to answer the door with your robe hanging open. Let them see what you have given me." The thrill of his possessiveness sent a shiver down her spine. She had never felt so exposed, so objectified, and yet she found herself nodding, eager to please him.

They waited in silence, the anticipation building between them. Felicity felt her heart racing, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The knock at the door was like a gunshot in the quiet of the room, and James's hand on her shoulder was the only thing keeping her grounded.

"Remember," he murmured, his breath hot in her ear, "you're my slut, and I want everyone to know it." With a trembling hand, she opened the door, her robe gaping open to reveal her bare body beneath. The room service server's eyes widened, his gaze sweeping over her before darting back to her face, his cheeks reddening. She felt a strange thrill at his reaction, at the power she held over him, even if only for a moment.

The man cleared his throat, his eyes flicking to James, who was lounging on the bed, watching the scene unfold with a smug smile. "Your... your dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Smith." His voice was strained, his hands shaking slightly as he held out the tray.

Felicity took a step back, letting him enter, her eyes never leaving James's. She felt his gaze on her, felt his approval as she stood there, exposed. It was a heady feeling, one that made her knees wobble and her pussy throb with need.

"You can put it on the table," she told the server, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hand as she reached for the tray. The man's eyes remained on her, his gaze lingering on her breasts before darting back up to hers. She knew he was dying to look away, but something held him there—the thrill of the taboo, the sight of a beautiful, recently wedded woman offered up for his viewing pleasure.

James chuckled from the bed, the sound sending a thrill of excitement through her. He was watching her, enjoying her submission, her willingness to be displayed. She felt her cheeks flame redder, but she didn't dare look away from the man's eyes. He was still staring, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr she didn't know she had.

The server managed to tear his gaze away, setting the tray down with a clatter that seemed deafening in the quiet room. "Is there anything else you need?" he stuttered, his eyes darting back to her chest before he could stop them.

"No, that's all," James said, his tone amused. "But thank you for your service." The man nodded, his eyes flicking to James before darting away again. He turned to leave, but not before James called out, "Oh, and don't forget to thank my wife for the view."

Felicity felt a rush of heat at James's words, but she managed a small smile, watching as the server's face grew even redder. He mumbled something unintelligible before slipping out of the room, closing the door behind him. As the lock clicked into place, James's expression grew serious, and he patted the bed next to him. "Come here," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You've been a very good girl."