Dear Reader -
A heads up before you begin - I tend to write long form. I love a good story, interesting characters, plot twists and dominant sex. If you aren't into IR, D/s, cuckoldry-hotwife or if you are just looking for a quick read while sitting in the bathroom, my stories may not be your cup of tea.
If you stick around, I do hope you enjoy. I wrote here years ago under another name - but forgot the damn password and had to create something new. I do hope you enjoy.
The house was quiet, almost deceptively so. Elise had showered, thrown on a loose sweatshirt, and was curled on the couch, a glass of wine in hand. The TV was on but muted--just ambient light flickering across the walls. She heard the key turn in the lock and glanced over her shoulder.
Miles stepped inside, tired but sharp-eyed in the way that only someone used to long hours and heavier thoughts could be. He loosened his tie and offered her a small smile.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey yourself."
He took off his shoes and crossed to the couch, hesitating just a little before sitting beside her. That pause had started to mean something different now. The weight of his submission lingered in everything he did--even when he didn't quite realize it.
"I went to the gym after shift," she said, softly.
Miles turned his head. "Donovan?"
She nodded, eyes unreadable. "He was there. In the sauna."
Miles swallowed but said nothing.
"I wasn't alone," Elise continued. "Hannah was with me. She saw him."
He let out a slow breath. "Let me guess... she's still recovering."
"She didn't have words."
Miles chuckled nervously. "Yeah. I get that."
"I told her I was going to make him mine," Elise added, voice calm. "And she said something interesting. She said the next step might be dinner with her, Jared... and Kendrick."
Miles stiffened. "You mean... her bull."
Elise nodded again. "Yes. She thinks it's time we see how it works--how it really works. So you can understand it better. So you can talk to him, ask questions. Jared will be there too. You won't be alone."
"Yeah," he said slowly, "but I'm not sure I want to watch--I mean, if things get... physical. I'm not ready to see her get--"
Elise cut him off gently but firmly. "It probably won't go that far. It's not a play night, Miles. It's dinner. A conversation. A chance to witness the dynamic in action. Hannah doesn't spring things like that on people."
Miles ran a hand through his hair. "Still. I don't know if I'm ready."
Elise set her wine glass down and turned to him, tucking one leg under her.
"Miles," she said quietly. "You gave up the right to decide. You knelt for me. You said you wanted this life."
His eyes dropped to the floor. "I know. I did."
"Then trust me when I say this is a necessary step. For both of us. You need to see the kind of man who can carry this energy. Who can take what he wants without apology--and who expects your obedience too."
Silence stretched between them like a drawn string.
Finally, Elise smiled.
"We're going Saturday. Dinner. Casual. You'll behave, listen, ask questions if you're invited to. And you'll watch me interact with a man who understands what power looks like."
Miles hesitated, then nodded. "Yes, Elise."
Her smile deepened. "Good. You're learning."
She picked her wine back up, took a sip, then added, almost as an afterthought:
"Oh, and wear something nice. Hannah said Kendrick appreciates a well-dressed sub."
The color drained from his face, and she laughed--warm, wicked, satisfied.
he home was stunning--modern, elegant, but lived-in. A sleek, open-concept space with dark wood floors, warm lighting, and subtle, expensive art. Elise had changed into a simple black slip dress under a cropped jacket, her curls pinned loosely at the nape of her neck. She looked effortlessly beautiful.
Miles wore a charcoal gray button-down, tailored slacks, and polished shoes. He was handsome, nervous, and acutely aware that he wasn't walking into an ordinary dinner party.
Jared answered the door, relaxed and smiling. "Welcome," he said warmly, stepping back so they could enter. "Glad you came."
Elise smiled. Miles nodded, keeping his posture respectful--not exactly submissive, but deferential in a way Jared immediately noticed.
From the kitchen, they could hear Hannah's voice, bright and cheerful. She appeared a moment later in a flowy cream-colored blouse and slim jeans. She kissed Elise on the cheek, then squeezed Miles's shoulder in greeting.
"Elise. Miles. So happy you're here. Dinner's almost ready, and Kendrick will be here shortly."
Miles tried to remain composed, but Elise could feel the stiffness in him.
They were ushered into the living room, where wine and light conversation flowed. Elise and Hannah caught up like old friends, leaving Jared to talk with Miles.
"Look," Jared said lowly, "I know tonight might be uncomfortable. But I promise, no one here is testing you. You're not on trial."
Miles gave him a sidelong look. "Do you ever... regret it?"
Jared smiled, a little wistfully. "No. It's not easy--but it's honest. Hannah leads. I serve. And Kendrick? He anchors it. It's a strange kind of freedom when everyone knows their role."
Before Miles could answer, the doorbell rang.
Elise sat up straighter. Hannah's eyes sparkled.
Jared opened the door, and Kendrick stepped inside.
He was tall, close to Donovan's height, dressed in an ivory linen shirt tucked into tailored dark jeans, his presence unmistakable. Smooth skin, a meticulously groomed beard, dark, intelligent eyes. The room shifted around him, not from arrogance--but certainty.
"Evening," Kendrick said, his voice low and rich.
Elise felt Miles react beside her--tension, curiosity, and something else. Submission.
Kendrick greeted Hannah with a kiss to her cheek and a possessive hand at the small of her back.
Elise, cheeks warmed from the wine--and maybe something else--nodded slowly. "Yeah... he's different. Dangerous."
Kendrick leaned back, studying her for a beat. "You know what he is?"
Elise hesitated. "I know he owns Devil Dog Iron... I know he doesn't say much. But when he walks in, everything else seems to... fade."
Kendrick smiled, but there was no amusement in it--just the satisfaction of an old truth. "Donovan Raines is a retired Marine. MARSOC. Gunnery Sergeant. One of the last of the hard ones. Ran ops in Fallujah and places they don't print in newspapers."
Jared spoke, without being spoken to, "MARSOC? Marine Special Operations - Fuck" Kendrick gave him a look. Jared looked down, "Sorry, Sir."
Even Hannah stilled.
"The man is a protector. Quiet. Controlled," Kendrick went on, his voice low. "But if he lets it out--if you ever see the side he doesn't show--that man is a storm."
Elise felt her spine straighten, heart pounding. "He ran off a guy who wouldn't quit pestering me at the gym - it made me feel special."
Kendrick smiled, "Darlin, you are special - but he would protect anyone he felt threatened, it's in my boy's DNA. And for the record," Kendrick added with a smirk, lifting his wineglass slightly, "there are very few men in this state with a cock bigger than mine. Donovan is one of them."
The room fell into a beat of stunned silence.
Miles paled slightly, shifting in his seat. Jared stared into his wineglass. Elise's thighs clenched together instinctively.
Kendrick just sipped, unbothered, letting the words hang.
"Jesus," Hannah whispered with a laugh, "Elise, I'd say you set your sights pretty fucking high."
Elise just smiled faintly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Good."
Kendrick nodded once, a rare gesture of approval. "Then chase him. But don't play. That man doesn't do play. He'll break you if you ask for it--and maybe even if you don't."
