Trophy Demands

The next morning, I woke up with a mischievous grin on my face. Jack was still fast asleep, his arm draped over me possessively. I gently untangled myself from his grasp and sat on the edge of the bed, excitement coursing through my veins.

I turned towards Jack and couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of him, so oblivious to what I had planned. He'd given me a taste of dominance, and now it was my turn to show him what I was made of.

I reached over and lightly slapped his cheek, his eyes fluttering open in surprise. He blinked a few times, trying to process what was happening.

"Hey, wake up, sleepyhead," I smirked, my voice filled with authority. "If you're gonna make me a trophy wife, you better start treating me like one."

Confusion mixed with desire in his eyes as he tried to make sense of my words. I quickly clarified my intentions.

"Go make me breakfast while I make myself look pretty. I expect it to be ready when I'm done," I commanded, my tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Jack, always up for a challenge, grinned and hopped out of bed, eager to please me. He knew that playing the role of the obedient husband was his key to unlocking my desires.

As he disappeared into the kitchen, I wasted no time. I headed straight to the bathroom, ready to doll myself up and make myself look irresistible. The thought of Jack's eyes on me, his hunger growing with each passing second, sent a thrill through me.

I stripped off my sleep shirt and admired my naked form in the mirror, loving the curves that had drawn Jack to me. I ran my hands over my body, teasing my own skin, as anticipation built within me.

I stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over me. My hands glided over my body, leaving a trail of slickness in their wake. I pictured Jack's hungry eyes on me, drinking in every inch, and it only fueled my desire further.

With nimble fingers, I lathered soap onto my skin, making sure to pay extra attention to every sensitive spot. Pleasure sparked within me as I imagined Jack's lips against my slick skin, his hands exploring every nook and cranny.

As I rinsed off the soap, I couldn't help but let out a low moan. The anticipation had reached an unbearable level, and I knew it was time to join Jack in the kitchen.

I quickly towel-dried my body and wrapped it around me, my damp hair clinging to my shoulders. I made my way to the kitchen, my bare feet padding against the cold tiles. The sound of sizzling bacon filled the air, mixing with the enticing aroma of fresh coffee. Jack was hard at work, as promised.

He turned to look at me, his eyes devouring my half-naked form. A hunger burned within them, mirroring the fire that raged within me. He knew this was just the beginning of an electrifying day.

"Almost done, babe," Jack grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "But first, I think you deserve a taste." He held up a strip of bacon towards me, his fingers glistening with grease.

I felt a rush of excitement as I took the bacon from his hand, leaning in to sensually suck the greasy meat from his fingertips. The combination of smoky flavor and the touch of his skin sent shivers down my spine.

He watched intently, his own desire evident as I savored the bite. And as I moaned with pleasure, he knew he had succeeded in serving me not just breakfast, but a taste of the power that coursed through our veins.

The day had only just begun, and I knew it would be filled with delicious pleasures, power plays, and a hunger that only grew stronger with each passing moment. Together, we were ready to explore the depths of our desires, pushing boundaries and embracing the intoxicating dance of dominance and submission.