Hilarious SPA surprise

Chapter 7: A New Reality

When Mark opened the door to his home, he could already sense the shift in the air. The atmosphere felt heavy with anticipation, and he knew Lisa was waiting for him—just like the night before, but somehow more intense.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, she appeared, her dark purple lips glistening under the soft light, a stark contrast to her pale skin. Her eyes were filled with the same hunger he had seen before, and she wasted no time. Her mouth crashed onto his, her lips hot and demanding, stealing the breath from him. The faint smell of her perfume mingled with the electric charge that seemed to hang between them.

Lisa had taken time to perfect her appearance again. Her lips, glossy and dark, were framed by flawlessly smudged, smoky eyes. Her body was wrapped in a tight, provocative dress that clung to her curves. Mark couldn't help but notice how carefully she had dressed herself, how intentionally she had transformed into someone utterly irresistible.

Before he could fully take her in, she grabbed his hand, pulling him forcefully toward the couch. Her energy was urgent, her intentions clear. The moment they reached the sofa, she pushed him down, her confidence in control unwavering. Lisa wasted no time, pushing his head down toward her lap, where her thighs were already trembling with desire.

Mark's pulse quickened, the day's strange events at the office lingering in his mind. There was something about the way his life had changed in such a short time that made everything feel more intense, more raw. He couldn't deny the rush of emotions swirling inside him as he gave in to her command.

Lisa's pleasure came in waves, her gasps filling the room as she rode the moment to its peak. She didn't hold back, and soon, her cries filled the house, echoing off the walls. Mark had never seen her like this before—so lost in her desire, yet so distant in a way that left him conflicted.

When it was over, she pulled away from him, almost as if she had gotten what she needed and was now done with him. She stood up, leaving him on the couch, breathing hard, his heart still pounding. Her satisfaction was evident, but the warmth between them was fleeting. Mark looked up at her, hoping for a connection—a smile, a kind word—but she simply brushed her hair back, adjusting her appearance as if nothing had happened.

"Goodnight, Mark," she said, her tone neutral, almost cold, as she walked toward the bedroom. Her back was turned, her mind already somewhere else.

Mark sat there for a moment, his body still tense from the encounter, but his mind racing in a different direction. The realization that this was now his life—that Lisa had taken control, not just in these moments of passion but in every part of their relationship—sank in.

He had thought that things would return to normal, that this phase of dominance would pass, but the truth was staring him in the face. Lisa had changed, and with it, so had he. He wasn't just her husband anymore; he was something else—something shaped by her desires, her will, and her new expectations.

As the night deepened and the house fell quiet, Mark understood that his life had shifted in a way that there was no coming back from. He wasn't sure how to feel about it, but one thing was certain: Lisa had rewritten the rules, and he would have to learn to live by them.