100 Mile House was a small town with a population of about two thousand people. It didn't have that many shops, but it had the essentials. It would be enough for now, and we'd see if we needed to drive to a bigger town in the future. Lex stopped the car in the parking lot of a strip mall, and I looked at the few shops' signs. There was a salon that did hair and nails, a thrift store, a clothes shop, one just for women's clothing, a lawyer, and a pizza place.

"This is for you," he declared, handing out a gray credit card. I took it and examined the name on it. Alexandra Wilson...

"Wow, you really went all out with our false identities."

"We don't know for how long we'll have to pretend, so I was thorough. I have my own card, both are from the same joint account. Don't worry about the limit, you couldn't reach it even if you tried. Not here, at least."

With my eyes still on the silver card, I nodded. It was weird to get everything we'd always said we would, but still not really get it. Yes, we were married, shared a house, and even a bank account, but none of it was real. So it shouldn't matter. It shouldn't fill me with happiness the way it did. This was fake, pretense, make beliefs...

At the very most, it was a test drive. This was like a glimpse of what reality could become, and until then, I had to remind myself it wasn't true. The only reason I had this was because I couldn't use mine for fear that it might lead someone to us. Just like my phone, it was halfway across the world, being used sporadically by the person paid to impersonate me.

Lex exited the car, and I put the card into my wallet before getting out as well. We started with the clothing store, picked a few things, and then moved on to the thrift shop. I found hiking shoes my size that seemed brand new, and Lex bought his first pair of cargo shorts ever. Unsurprisingly, the garment looked good on him – much better than it was supposed to.

After lingering there for a moment, we came out with three bags full of stuff, which we put in the car with the others. "I need to go get a package on the other side of town," Lex explained. "I can pick you up here when I'm done, so you can check out the last store. Or you can come with me, of course."

"I'm good to stay, if that's okay with you. What's in the package?"

"A surprise," he said, a glimmer in his eyes.

"Oh... Is it one I'll like?"

"I think so, yes."

The perspective made me giddy with excitement, and I wriggled where I stood. "Say no more, then."

I extended my neck for a quick peck before we had to separate, and he got into the car after we lip-locked. I watched the car leave the parking lot and then headed back toward the mall. On my way to the women's clothing store, I passed the hairdresser and paused in my tracks. For months now, I had been thinking I should get a haircut, struggling to do anything with my curls. More often than not, I kept them tied in a bun now, just done trying to tame them. It wasn't as if I had many other things to do here, anyway. Maybe now was the best time to finally get it done.

And as they said, new life, new haircut, right?

Before I could overthink it and change my mind, I entered the salon, making the bell hooked on the doorframe chime. As I was booking an appointment, I realized this could be a great opportunity to spend some time with people other than Lex, so I excused myself to make a quick phone call. Meryl picked up before the first tone was over, and she seemed delighted that I'd think of her for this. After we'd agreed on a date and time, I went back in and booked two slots for us. Adding to a haircut, we'd have our nails done as well, hands and feet.

My next stop was at the clothing store, and I instantly knew as I entered that I'd find more things than in the other ones. It was aimed at women from my generation, and I already liked the colors and patterns I could see.

I filled a basket with various clothes, which would be a nice change from the comfortable items I'd packed to come here. Honestly, packing right after a week-long stay at the hospital hadn't been a good idea. Ninety percent of my luggage had been comfortable and easy to put on. But now that I was feeling better, I wanted to not look like a bag of potatoes now and then.

To my great pleasure, there was an entire lingerie section, which I basically raided. The cashier was completely flabbergasted when they announced the total, and I couldn't help but wince at the price. Even though Lex had said the limit was too high for me to even reach it, I worried this might be it. While some part of me considered putting a few things back, I tried to reason with myself. Lex was wealthier than I could even fathom, so I needed to get over my anxiety regarding spending money.

I paid what I owed and came out of the store with my five bags just in time to see Lex coming back. He pulled up in front of the store and came out to assist me. "Anything for me in there?" he teased while putting the bags in the trunk.

"A lot of it is for you, baby. For your eyes only, at least."

"Hmm... Does it mean I get to have a little show when we get home?"

"Only if you're a good boy."

He cocked his brow at me, but I ignored him, biting the inside of my cheek so I wouldn't smile. Without a word, I entered the car, suddenly impatient to get back to our place. If he wanted a show, I'd put one on for him.

• • •

I descended the stairs in my brand new clothes, soothing the fabric of the dress over my hips and thighs. The bold color of it, a bright red that screamed fuck-me-right-now, made me feel mighty and powerful, but it was nothing compared to what laid underneath it. While it wasn't La Perla or Victoria's Secret, I was still impressed by the quality of the lingerie I'd found in that little store, lost in the middle of a strip mall in some small Canadian town.

Lex wanted a show, but he wasn't ready for the one I was about to put on.

The pointy heels of my four-inch stilettos, black and shiny with a red sole, resonated with each step I took, filling the silent space around me. Once I reached the ground floor, I walked to the living room, where Lex was waiting on one of the couches, watching the dancing flames in the fireplace, holding a glass of amber alcohol in his hand.

His face turned toward me when I approached, and something dark and deliciously obscene veiled his eyes. Displaying more confidence than I ever thought I had, I took the last few steps toward him, rolling my hips in a way that was undeniably sexual. I stopped once I stood between his parted knees and rested my hands on each side of my hips, posing for him.

"Do you like it?" I asked, my voice sultry and low. I shouldn't even have bothered to ask, since his answer was more than clear in the way he was looking at me. Still, I spun in place, showing him the back of the dress and the zipper that spanned from the top to the bottom of the red fabric.

One of his hands moved to cup a round cheek of my behind, molded to perfection by the stretchy fabric, and I chased it away with a gentle slap. "I said, do you like it?" I insisted.

"I do." His naughty smirk and hungry eyes made something throb in me, and I smiled in return, eating him up from head to toe.

"Do you want to see what's under?"

He gave me a single nod, never parting from his carnivorous grin. I sent my hands to my back, quickly finding the zipper. Slowly – agonizingly slowly, even – I slid it down, revealing skin he couldn't see from his venture point. My teasing seemed to work as he grabbed a hold of my hips and whipped me around so he could fully enjoy the view.

My entire body jolted when I felt his hand between the back of my thighs, and I understood he was pulling the second zipper upward to speed up the process. My ass came to his sight, and the groan he let out delighted me. Our hands met in the middle of my back, the zippers touching, and he chased my fingers away. Before I could anticipate what he would do, he fisted the dress where it was still joined and ripped it open, ruining the zipper entirely.

I turned at once, shocked by his caveman attitude. "Lex, what the hell! I loved this dress!"

"It was in the way. Jesus Christ, Andrea... This color exists solely to be on you."

His appreciative eyes were gliding up and down my frame, feasting on the vision I offered. The pearly white highlighted my complexion, and the pattern of the lace revealed more than it hid. The cut was simple, but a few extra straps made the design bold and original.

"Take it off," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for refusal. My core clenched at the command, and my knees bucked slightly, suddenly weak. "Start with the top. Slowly."

Overtaken by lust and a submissive urge to earn a praise, I complied, and leisurely removed my bra. The tips of my breasts became hard and dark in the cold air, taunting him to take them in his mouth to warm them up. "Good girl... Now take the bottom off."

Once more, I took my time pulling it down my legs, knowing this kind of foreplay was as efficient as physical ones. For fuck's sake, there was an embarrassingly large amount of my wetness spread onto the inside of my thong. "Keep the shoes on," he ordered when the garment reached my ankles.

I did as he asked, and then held the raunchy underwear before him, waiting for my next praise. It came in a different form this time, as he took the lace from me, balled it into his hand, and brought it to his face, inhaling my scent deeply.

"You smell as good as you taste, Andrea. If I could eat only you for the rest of my life, I'd die the happiest man."

As if to prove his point, he unfolded the lace, found the patch of wetness of it, and ran his tongue over it, sampling my taste with eagerness. "So fucking good," he confirmed, meeting my fiery gaze.

That got my knees to buck again, and I whimpered his name with a trembling voice, dying for him to fill me. "I hear a direct producer-to-consumer approach is much preferable," I let out as I spread my feet wider, wishing his tongue had been on me rather than on the fucking underwear.

Rapid like lightning, he wrapped an arm around my waist and maneuvered me on the couch, his powerful body sprawled over mine. Aside from my sexy shoes, I was perfectly naked while he was entirely dressed. "If you could have my cock or my tongue right now, which one would you pick?"

"Your cock. Definitely your cock," I breathed out, writhing my hips upward to slide my aching pussy against the front of his pants.

His impatient hand opened the button and the zipper at his waist. I looked down just in time to see him take out his swollen length before slipping its head between my outer lips, torturing me with maddening jolts that coursed through my frame.

"Aah, Lex! Please!"

"You want my cock in you?"

"Yes!"

"Ask nicely. You know how to."

"Please, Master Alexander, fuck me hard."

"Good girl."

With a harsh push, he slammed his impressive cock into me, making me cry out his name as my insides quivered around him. I was so fucking drenched, so starved for him, I didn't mind the slight ache his sudden intrusion caused.

There was no time to linger on it anyway, as he ignited an imperious momentum, ramming hard into me over and over. He showed no signs of mercy, and I basked in it.

Within a minute, I was screaming his name, my fingers clutching his shirt, my legs pulling him closer with each thrust, my needle-like heels digging into his lower back. It was so fucking good. The shivers, the pleasure, the sensations... I'd missed it so much.

My head rolled to the side as he kept ravaging me, his hips crashing with mine, following the ruthless tempo he maintained. When my eyes caught something unusual just outside the window, my brows knitted together in confusion.

What the...

A bear, a moose, and a squirrel were watching us, standing behind the glass in the darkness of the night. Their beady eyes were dead-set on us fucking, on Lex harshly taking me. I let go of his neck to try to shoo them away with my hand. He never stopped his thrusting, oblivious to our spectators.

"Shoo!" I whisper-shouted.

They didn't move one bit, still standing there, watching us. What the fuck was going on? How was this even happening?

My eyes flew to Lex, whose flushed face was right over mine, lost in the rapturous moment we were having. He had no idea about the animals, or he didn't care. When I gazed at the furry voyeurs, they now had a bucket of popcorn each, munching on it while still staring at us.

Then the reality of what this meant struck me. Oh, no...

I was dreaming.

Of course I was fucking dreaming! The four-inch heels?! Lex enjoying being called Master Alexander? The trashy dress? How had I not realized it was a dream earlier?

This was all a figment of my imagination, none of it was real. As the realization dawned on me, I felt the dream escape my grasp, my consciousness slowly taking over. The pleasure Lex was inflicting on me stopped building up, and suddenly he wasn't over me anymore, not inside of me, my incoming orgasm falling flat.

Frustration made me open my eyes, and I found myself panting and sweaty in the middle of our empty bed. Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck. Couldn't I at least have normal wet dreams? Couldn't I have followed it to completion before it got weird?

I'd been so close, so ridiculously close...

Now, even though it had all been in my mind, my body was tingly and needy, the spot between my legs having a heartbeat of its own. I respected that Lex wasn't ready to have sex yet, but I had to do something about my current state.

With a frustrated groan, I pushed the covers lower, and then reached for my underwear underneath my T-shirt. Once it had slid down my legs, leaving a wet trail along the insides of my upper thighs, I kicked it completely off and rolled to the side to shuffle into my nightstand, looking for Jason. My fingers quickly found the smooth silicon, and I took it out, ready to finish what my dream had started. Hopefully, no wildlife would interrupt me this time.

As I was guiding the toy to my quivering flesh under the cover, I paused and gave it a quick thought. I was feeling alone, desperately so. Next to me, Lex's side was cold, which meant he'd gotten up a while ago. My eyes traveled to his pillow, and I imagined him right here. He'd once told me he had no problem with me using toys, even less so if he could watch or wield them.

It would be so absurdly hot to let him watch as I used Jason, to fuck myself and let him witness it all. The idea of doing it alone was unappealing now. It sounded so boring.

Maybe I could give him the choice? Maybe he'd want to watch, if I told him I'd be doing it regardless? I was pretty sure he'd been rubbing one out now and then, and if he'd offered me to watch, I definitely would have accepted. There was probably nothing in this world as hot as Lex fucking his fist.

Yes, I would go downstairs, find my man, and casually give him the opportunity to admire as I fucked myself with a toy. It was hard to say if I was too horny to think clearly, but I definitely found it to be a great idea. Just like in Seoul, where we'd pregamed hard before having sex again, we could take baby steps towards doing what I'd just dreamed of.

With determined enthusiasm, I rose from the bed, adjusting the T-shirt over my naked lower half. With the hot pink device in hand, I made my way out of the bedroom in search of my fantasy made man. Surely, he'd appreciate my attention. I for sure would have had the situation been reversed.

And if the sight of me orgasming all over a dick that wasn't his ignited some need to show me how much better the real thing was, then let it be.

I wouldn't fight him on it. On the contrary...