Yes, But 3 Days Later

On the third evening, Tiffany couldn't ignore the buzz of her phone any longer. She knew it was Dan, and she had made up her mind to reply to his text. She took a deep breath, and typed out a simple message.

"I'm home. We need to talk."

Dan's heart skipped a beat as he read Tiffany's message. He had been waiting for this, dreading it and craving it in equal measure. He knew he had to face the music, but he wasn't sure what to expect.

When he arrived at the apartment, the door was unlocked. Tiffany was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed and her arms folded over her chest. Her face was a picture of cool anger.

Dan took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest as he stepped inside. "Tiffany, I know you're upset," he began, but she held up a hand to silence him.

"We don't need to go over what happened," she said, her voice firm. "What's done is done."

Dan felt a surge of hope, but Tiffany's expression remained unreadable. He took a step closer, his heart racing as he searched her eyes for any hint of what she was feeling.

Without warning, she stood up and slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed through the apartment, and he staggered back, his hand flying up to cover his cheek.

"How could you?" she spat, her eyes flashing. But even as she spoke, she could feel the heat building between her legs. She had always had a thing for watching others, it was a secret kink she had never shared with anyone, not even herself. Now, it was as if her ultimate fantasy had come true, but she couldn't let him know that just yet.

Tiffany's hand was trembling desire as she pointed to the chair across from her. "Sit," she ordered. Dan obeyed, his eyes never leaving hers. He looked so...****, so sexy, sitting there with the weight of his betrayal hanging in the air.

"I've been thinking," she began, her eyes never leaving his. "And I've decided that you need to pay for what you did."

Dan's heart sank. "Anything," he murmured, his voice thick with regret.

Tiffany strode into the kitchen, her hips swaying with an unmistakable seductive rhythm. She grabbed the vegetarian pasta bake she had prepared for dinner out of the oven, the aroma of melted cheese and garlic filling the air. She placed it on the countertop, the dish steaming gently.

With deliberate movements, she dished out a portion onto two plates. Each bite was a silent declaration of her power, a reminder of the balance that had shifted in their relationship.

"If you want to be with me, Dan," she began, her voice low and commanding as she placed one of the plates in front of him. "You're going to have to accept that I'm in charge here. For now."

Dan's eyes followed the plate as it settled on the coffee table. His stomach rumbled, but he was too nervous to eat. He nodded slowly, his mind racing to understand what she meant. "Okay," he said, his voice tentative. "I'll do whatever it takes to make this right."

Tiffany took a seat on the couch, her legs crossed and one hand resting on her knee. "Good," she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Because I've got some ideas."

The silence stretched taut between them, the only sound the occasional drip of sauce from the pasta bake. "If I ever catch you with Chloe again," Tiffany began, "it's over. Do you understand?"

Dan nodded fervently. "Yes, Tiff. I promise." His voice was thick with regret and fear of losing her.

But Tiffany's thoughts were already racing ahead. The image of Chloe with Dan's cock in her mouth had been burned into her brain, and she couldn't shake the feeling of arousal that had bloomed in her belly. What would Dan think if he knew she had considered letting it happen again? Would he be disgusted, or would he be intrigued?