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Chapter 7: Mistress

The final week of our honeymoon was transformed. The innocent bliss of the newly married was replaced by a dark sweetness as we settled into our new roles. Still husband and wife — but something more, too. Something deeper.

Something real.

"I was thinking about what I want you to call me," Katrina said as we strolled by a park.

"I had an idea about that, too," I said.

"Really?" she turned to me with surprise.

"Yeah," I said, grinning impishly. "I was thinking 'Katrina' or 'my wife.'"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head with a put-upon smile. "I can't believe I married you."

"You fell in love with me!" I teased.

"A mistake I won't make again," she said, waggling her tongue at me.

"You can't, anyway!" I laughed. "We have a contract. The state cares if we stay together!"

"Well, the state doesn't get in any say in what you call me in the bedroom," she said.

"Not your name?"

"I want a title. A…" She groped for the right word.

“An ‘honorific?’”

"Exactly," she answered, a grin spreading across her face. "So you remember your place."

"Isn't it next to your side?" I said, stomach curling with anxiety.

Where is this going?

“Of course. Except when it's on your knees."

I felt myself beginning to stiffen.

"Especially when those knees are covered in stockings," she continued. "And you're begging me to cum."

"Speaking of..." I said hopefully.

"I haven't forgotten," she said, swatting it away. "I actually have a plan for that."

"Oh?"

"You'll find out if you ever let me tell you what you should call me."

"Sorry, sorry, honey," I said quickly. "I'm all ears."

"Something simple. Just — 'Mistress.'"

"Mistress?"

"Mmmm," she moaned, biting her lip. "Just hearing you say it like that is enough to get me going."

I sidled up close to her, putting my mouth next to her ear.

"Mistress," I said, putting a moaning tone into my voice. "Will you fuck me, please?"

She shivered.

"Will you let me put on something pretty and cute for you? May I please put on stockings and panties and fuck you until you cum all over my big cock?"

A high-pitched moan escaped her mouth.

"Right fucking now," she said under her breath.

We practically sprinted back to the hotel. She left me denied, just as she had the night before. This time I was expecting it, which blunted the frustration. Already it had taken on a sick kind of pleasure for me — all build-up, no resolution. Her plaything. It shouldn't have been something I liked, but then again, none of this was.

All I have to do is let myself enjoy it.

It took three days to find the courage to ask her, during which she delighted in further teasing me. But by the last day of our honeymoon, I was ready, even if I was still unsure. It wasn't going to be a traditional marriage, but it was a lie to claim that I hadn't enjoyed it. And as beautiful as it was, the green lingerie we had bought was starting to be a little too same-y.

I needed something new.

"Darling," I began nervously over breakfast. "There's… something I want to ask you."

She looked up from the newspaper and took my hand in hers, raising her eyebrows in sympathy.

"Of course, honey, anything!"

"I —" I paused and worked up my courage. "I want to go back to that lingerie shop and get something new."

“Something… for me?" asked Katrina cautiously.

"No," I swallowed, nervous even as I knew how right this all was. "For me."