Author's Note: If you read my Obedient series, this is gonna be very similar. I wanted to try the concept out with different characters who have a different relationship dynamic. This story is pretty heavy on the humiliation side, so if that's not something you're interested in, consider yourself warned. Thank you for reading!
All I did was ask Lila what she was making for dinner. Looking back now, that was a mistake. She was sitting next to me on the couch and I was in the middle of a game. I pulled my headset down to ask her what she planned on making for dinner. Without saying anything, she got up went to the kitchen.
She was obviously pissed off, but I barely gave it a thought. Let her be mad. It's how it had always been between us. I wore the pants in the relationship. I was the king of the castle. If I told her to go make dinner, I expected her to do it. Lila had never had a problem with it. I was under the impression that she wanted to be with a real man. I paid the bills so she didn't have to work. All that I asked in return was that she cook, clean, and get down on her knees when I asked. Up until that night I thought we had a great thing going. She was a perfect, little housewife for me and an even better slut in bed. I couldn't have asked for more.
Over the sounds of the game, I heard her talking with one of her friends on the phone. It barely registered in my mind. Lila came up next to me and held her phone out. I glanced at it and then went back to my game, "What?"
Lila still held the phone in front of my face. "Sophie is on the phone. She wants to talk to you."
"What the fuck for?" I had no idea why one of her stupid friends would want to talk to me. Lila held the phone back to her ear, listened for a second and then switched it to Speaker.
"Hey, Tom! This is Lila's friend Sophie. I know this is last minute, but you guys absolutely have to come over for dinner tonight. I need to catch up with Lila and my husband has been slaving away all afternoon making a dinner you do not want to miss."
Obviously, I had no interest in going over Lila's friend's house for dinner. I was all set to tell her that it would have to be another night. I opened my mouth to say that, but what came out instead was, "Uh yeah, sure."
"Perfect!" Sophie exclaimed. "Now, turn your game off and head over here. Dinner's almost ready!"
Lila said, "Thanks, Soph!" and then hung up the phone. I was still trying to process what had just happened. I turned off the TV. Lila had a weird smirk on her face.
"What the fuck was that about?" I asked her.
"I was talking to her and saying we should catch up sometime and she suggested tonight."
"And so just like that we're dropping everything and going over there?"
She smiled at me, "You're the one who said yes."
I did say yes. I couldn't for the life of me understand why. I wanted to tell her I changed my mind and to call her friend back and tell her to reschedule. But, oddly, the thought of a fully cooked meal waiting for me felt like too much to pass up. How bad could it be, I thought, at least I'll get dinner out of the deal.
So that was how I found myself at their front door being welcomed in by Sophie's husband. He was wearing an apron and had clearly been pulled away from the kitchen to answer the door. He introduced himself as Matt and shook my hand, but he couldn't manage to look me in the eye. I thought he must have been the most whipped man alive, running around doing all the cooking for his wife's impromptu dinner party. The oven started beeping and he excused himself to go deal with it.
Just then Lila's friend came walking down the stairs and I saw why he was so whipped.
"Lila! It's so good to see you!" They embraced at the bottom of the stairs. Sophie turned to me, "And you must be Tom, I'm Sophie."
"Nice to meet you, Sophie." My voice probably dropped an octave in the presence of Sophie. Lila was cute and petite and had a sexy librarian vibe, but Sophie was in another league. She barely fit in her low-cut top. Lila usually needed some encouragement to let out her inner slut, but Sophie seemed like she was born to be a cock tease. All of a sudden, I was much more on board with these dinner plans.
Matt poked his head into the room and apologized to Sophie, saying he had forgotten to get bread to go with dinner. All Sophie did was smile at him and tell him, "Go get some." He snapped to follow his wife's order as fast as any man I'd ever seen. I had never seen anyone so pussy-whipped. Already I was getting a good picture of how pathetic this guy was and why Sophie might be desperate for extra-marital male attention. Maybe she could use a man with a backbone, I thought. It would be fun to make this woman who looked like a sex-goddess wear a leash for me.
Sophie and Lila were making small talk and I wasn't paying attention. It occurred to me that I had Lila so completely under my thumb that I might be able to swing bringing Sophie in as a third. I probably wouldn't even have to cheat. I imagined having Sophie choke on my cock while Lila burned with jealousy as I gave all my attention to her hotter friend. I thought she might end up regretting dragging me over here for dinner.
"Well, Tom?" I snapped out of my daydreams when Sophie spoke.
"Hmm?"
"I asked you to bring dinner out to the table for us, while Matt is out getting the bread. We're going to go sit down."
"Uh, yeah, sure," Almost as a reflex, I got up and went to the kitchen. Why the fuck was I about to serve Sophie food in her own house? God, I was acting as bad as this Matt guy. From the other room, I heard the women giggling as they settled into the dining room. I picked up the dish of mashed potatoes and walked into the dining room with the full intention of telling Sophie that she could get the rest or she could get her bitch of a husband to do it. Lila had this stupid smirk on her face, like there was a joke I wasn't getting. It was infuriating. I was about to tell Sophie off. I had the words in my mouth, but when I opened my mouth the words were gone.
"Tom, Honey. Don't forget the other dishes," Lila prodded.
"Yes, go grab the rest, Tom," Sophie told me.
I turned around and walked back into the kitchen. Why the fuck did I do that? Both Lila and Sophie were laughing. They weren't even hiding it. I heard Lila say "Holy Shit, Soph. I didn't believe you." She didn't believe what? That this friend of hers just had to flutter her eyelids at me and she'd have me doing everything she asked? Well, I was done. Absolutely done. I was going to go back in there and tell them to fuck off. I grabbed the green beans off the counter and brought them into the dining room, dropping them right in front of Sophie.
Before I could give them a piece of my mind, Sophie looked me in the eyes and said, "Don't forget the roast, Tom." That eye contact with her flushed every other thought out of my brain. I was completely lost in how it felt to be held by her gaze for a moment. Before I came back to myself, I already had the roast in hand and was walking back to the dining room. I had no idea what the fuck had gotten into me.
This time I set the dish down and got as far as pulling a chair out for myself, when Sophie interrupted me, "Can you give us a little privacy?"
I lost my shit. "What the fuck? No! I'm sitting down!" I was fully intending on sitting my ass in the chair and daring her to do something about it, but somehow my wires got crossed. I stomped out to the living room before I even realized what I was doing.
I paced up and down in their living room, trying to figure out how this evening had gone so wrong. Ever since I had walked through that front door, I had done everything Sophie said. I needed to leave. It was something about this woman or this house, but I wasn't myself. I could just walk out the front door, get in the car, and clear my head. Lila would have some serious fucking explaining to do tonight.