Ladies Room Lust: A Dom’s Naughty FFM Command

A girls' night out takes a provocative turn when my husband’s possessive gaze and a daring best friend ignite a forbidden encounter. How far will we go in the heat of the moment?

A fun girls' night out wasn’t supposed to include my husband—but when he insisted on tagging along, the air between us changed. His possessive gaze, his protective whispers, and the way he challenged me to tease him in public were only the beginning. With the stakes higher than ever, our best friend joins us in a private moment that tests the limits of trust, desire, and control.

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Chapter 1

“I can’t decide,” I whined to no one, my voice echoing softly in the small, cluttered walk-in closet. Once again, my overly ambitious planning for our ladies' night out had left me with too many choices as evidenced by all the empty hangers and piles of clothing on the floor.

My husband, Grant, popped around the corner and leaned against the doorframe, a playful smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he surveyed the mess of clothes strewn across the room. “You’re a mess, you know that right? A fucking glorious mess.” He pushed off from the frame to saunter into the bedroom.

“But I like them all,” I said, hearing the exasperation in my voice. God, at times he made me so mad with his infuriating smile. My husband was always happy.

He bent over the pile and picked out a micro schoolgirl skirt in tartan plaid and a light pink crop top and held them out to me.

“Wear this,” he said, offering me the clothes.

“No,” I said as I continued to dig in a pile of discarded clothes.

“You’re going to the Pink Lady to listen to that anime techno DJ, right?”

I turned and looked at Grant. His smile twinkled with mischief. “That’s not my favorite.” My petulant self on full display as I pointed at the outfit.

His smile widened. “Really? You’re acting like a spoiled brat, and you know it.”

“Really! A schoolgirl outfit? That’s so cliché.”

He shook the outfit in front of me, waiting for me to take it. “But you are not, and that’s why you can pull it off pizzazz.”

My best friend, Selina, always tells me how lucky I am to have found such a perfect man for my temperament. I can be rude and pushy and pouty, and Grant just takes it all in stride. And if there’s one thing my man knows is my body and what I look good wearing. I hate to admit it, but he’s probably right.

“Now get dressed, we need to leave soon.”

My eyes flew to his in surprise. “We? What do you mean,”

“We. Need. To. Leave. Soon,” he said slowly and deliberately as if I was a child, which after my behavior I knew I deserved.

“I’m driving the two of you,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“We’re going to Uber.”

“And now you’re not.” He flashed me his biggest smile. "Trust me, you'll be the cutest girl in the club, and it'll drive me crazy all night with worry. So, I’m going to be your bodyguard and designated driver."

“But—,”

“No buts, little lady. I won’t interfere. I promise. I plan on just sitting at the bar or in a dark corner by myself. You two can dance the night away grinding on all the boys you want. I just plan on making sure none of them gets the idea to follow you home.”

I sighed, knowing there was no arguing with Grant once he had made up his mind. I rolled my eyes at Grant's theatrics but couldn't suppress a small smile at his protectiveness. It was endearing in its own way, even if it did slightly cramp my style. I finally relented and took the schoolgirl outfit from him, holding it up to inspect it with a sigh.

"Fine.” I answered his eye roll with my own. I'll wear it. But only because you're being so insistent."

Grant chuckled at my remark, clearly amused by my stubbornness. "That's the spirit! You'll thank me later, I promise."

As I changed into the outfit, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement building up inside me. Maybe dressing up in this playful costume wasn’t such a bad idea after all. I looked at myself in the mirror, a sense of transformation washed over me. The plaid skirt swished as I moved, the knee-high socks adding a touch of innocence to the whole ensemble. Grant was right; I looked cute, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of anticipation for the night ahead.

“Well, well, look who decided to play along,” he teased as I stepped out of the bathroom with my makeup and hair done, and a buzz of excitement washed over me at his reaction.

"I might have underestimated the effect that outfit will have on the crowd," Grant said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You're going to be the center of attention tonight, pet. And not just because of the outfit. But you’re missing one thing." Grant pulled out a leather collar with a small silver bell attached, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin as he fastened it around my neck. "Now you're ready," he murmured.

A tingling sensation spread from the top of my spine where the collar lay to every nerve ending in my body.

“Tonight’s your night to have fun, young lady, but just in case Daddy needs to find you.”

I shook my head and listened to the tinkle of the little bell. “You planned this did you?” I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and watched him arch an eyebrow playfully. I squealed with delight and jumped into his arms. “You’re the best husband a girl could ever have!”

The doorbell rang and Grant threw me over his shoulder and carried me down the hallway towards the front door. He opened the door and my best friend, Selina, barely containing a giggle, took in the sight of me hanging over Grant's shoulder. She raised an eyebrow and smirked, clearly amused, “What did she do this time?”

“Here, she’s all yours,” Grant said as he put me down and walked away.

“Looking good,” Selina said, taking in my outfit.

My eyes, on the other hand, widened in surprise at my girlfriend clad in a provocative outfit that left little to the imagination. “Lord help us!

Looks like someone's in for a wild night."