To give her the reward

“The reward,” Adam says.

Lana blinks.

“If you did the chores,” he says. “Mia’s chores. I finger you. You get to cum. That’s the only cum you get. Being the wife tonight was the chore. You did it. Amazingly well.”

She frowns, confused, still catching up.

“The chores are the house and the kitchen. I haven’t—”

“Today, the chore was the night,” he says. “You ran it. You filmed it. You put her on her knees, on the couch, on the rug. You did what Mia does. That was the job. You did it well. Take your clothes off.”

Lana understands then. Her face heats. She pulls the dress off. Nothing under it. She is dripping. The inside of her thighs shines. Hours of directing and not touching herself have left her swollen, soaked, aching.

Adam looks at it and does not smirk long.

“On your back.”

She lies beside him. He turns onto his side. Two fingers slide through her, gathering the wetness, and push in. Slow. Deep. She gasps, hips jerking, so ready it is almost embarrassing.

“Good wife,” he says.

He fucks her with his hand. Not rushed. Curling. The heel of his palm on her clit. Lana’s mouth falls open. She grabs the sheet and does not grab him, because the rule is still the rule and he is the one giving this.

“You ran her,” he says, fingers stroking that spot, wet sounds already filthy. “You fed her my cock. You made her beg. You made her crawl. You counted her orgasms and you didn’t take one for yourself. That’s a good wife. That’s the chore done right.”

Lana moans. Her cunt clenches around his fingers. She is close already and she hates how obvious it is.

“Good wife. Dripping from watching. Didn’t touch me. Didn’t steal the night. Put the toy on the rug and got into bed. This is what you get. My fingers. One orgasm. Take it.”

She takes it. It does not take long. A few more strokes, and Lana cums hard. Thighs snapping around his wrist. A broken sound into his shoulder. Her cunt pulses, soaks his hand, a little gush he feels and does not comment on except to work her through it until she is shaking and oversensitive.

He pulls his fingers out slowly.

They shine.

Lana is still panting when he puts them in his mouth and licks them clean. Slow. Eyes on her. Her taste. The shock hits her face plain.

He leans in and kisses her. Deep. Not the directing kiss. A goodnight kiss, mouth open, her own wetness still on his tongue, passed to her. She kisses back because she does not know what else a body does with that.

He pulls away. Settles onto his pillow. Eyes already closing.

“Goodnight.”

He is asleep in a minute. Breathing even.

Kyler on the rug. The glasses on the nightstand. Lana on her back, cunt still fluttering, kiss on her mouth, wide awake.

She stares at the ceiling.

She does not understand what just happened. The fingers. The orgasm. The lick. The kiss. The sleep. She came because she did the job, and then he tasted her and said goodnight like that was ordinary.

She tries to stay awake and think.

She goes to sleep anyway.