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Adam looks at her across the table.

“You’re the pretend wife,” he says. “That doesn’t mean you skip what Mia did. It means you do it, and you do the rest of what I’m about to say.”

Lana’s hands tighten on the cup.

“Every morning you wake me up with a blowjob. Not a kiss. Not coffee first. Your mouth on my cock before I’m fully up. You don’t get to be shy about it. You don’t get to skip it because you’re sore or because a girl slept over. Morning starts with you sucking me.”

Her thighs press together under the table.

“You do it naked,” he says. “Fully. No top. No panties. You walk in bare and you put your mouth on me. You are not allowed to touch yourself while you do it. No hand between your legs. No grinding the sheet. You suck. That’s the morning.”

Lana nods, small.

“You can sleep in the bed,” Adam says. “Our bed. You don’t make moves on me in it. You don’t climb on. You don’t stroke me because you’re awake at two. You don’t touch yourself next to me. You lie there. You stay still.”

“Okay.”

“Chores,” he says. “Whatever Mia did. Kitchen. Laundry. The bed. The floors. This place doesn’t turn into a hotel because she’s on a plane. If I think you did a good job that day, I finger your cunt at night and I let you cum. That is the only time you cum. No masturbation. Not in the shower. Not on the couch. Not after I fall asleep. You don’t get an orgasm unless I give it to you with my hand because the house was done right.”

Lana’s breath goes shallow. The front of her panties is darker than it was when he walked in.

“And I have free use,” Adam says. “Whenever I want. Your mouth. Your cunt. Your hands. Your ass, if I want it. You don’t schedule it. You don’t beg me into it and call that a rule. You don’t force it. If I want to bend you over the counter, I do. If I want your throat while you’re doing dishes, I take it. If I don’t touch you for three days except the morning blowjob, you still do the morning blowjob. Your body is available. The decision is mine.”

He drinks his coffee. He lets the list sit.

Lana is visibly aroused. Nipples tight under the spaghetti top. The wet patch on the panties obvious when she shifts. Her face is hot. She does not cover any of it.

“Say them back,” he says.

Her voice is unsteady and filthy with how much she wants the list to be real.

“I wake you up naked, with my mouth, and I don’t touch myself. I sleep in the bed and I don’t start anything. I do Mia’s chores. If you think I did them well, you finger me and I get to cum. That’s the only orgasm I get. No masturbating. You can use my mouth, my cunt, my hands, my ass, whenever you want. I don’t get to make you. I just take it if you decide.”

“And the other rules still stand,” Adam says. “Glasses. First. Fifteenth. You don’t steal me. You leave when she comes back.”

“They stand.”

She swallows. The wet spot has spread.

“I agree,” Lana says. “All of it.”

Adam looks at her for another second. The kitchen. The pretend wife. The hard-on he walked in with, still there.

He stands. He does not touch her.

“I’m going to the bedroom,” he says. “You finish unpacking. Tonight the girl comes. You know what you’re wearing on your face.”

Lana stays at the table, panties soaked, rules in her mouth, and watches him go back down the hall.