The coastal town had exploded in color. Flags on porches, lanterns strung through trees, the air heavy with BBQ smoke and anticipation.
Maddie woke early. Slipped out of her bed and into her role. Today wasn’t about seduction—it was about control.
She chose her outfit deliberately:
A red string bikini so small it could barely be called legal. The bottoms high-cut, the top barely tethered with white strings at her back. A navy blue sheer cover-up draped down to her thighs but didn’t hide a thing.
She twisted her hair into a high knot. Applied glossy red lip balm. Slipped into white wedge sandals.
And walked out like she owned the holiday.
Mark, Theo, Liana, and Dani were already at the poolside cabana—cold beers, watermelon slices, red-white-and-blue popsicles melting in hand.
When Maddie stepped onto the scene, time stopped.
Liana sat up too fast and spilled her drink. Mark blinked so hard he forgot to breathe. Dani gripped the edge of her lounger like it might float away. Theo just muttered under his breath:
“God help us.”
Maddie dipped a toe into the water. Then turned.
“New rule,” she purred. “You may look…”
She untied the sheer wrap and let it flutter to the ground.
“…but you may not touch.”
A groan. A breathless laugh. Liana whispered, “You’re insane.”
Maddie smiled, sauntering to a lounger.
“Discipline is the best appetizer.”
She climbed onto a pool chair slowly, hips swaying, legs glistening with lotion. She stretched her arms overhead, making sure the bikini top slipped ever so slightly.
All four watched, mouths parted, shifting in their seats.
When she applied sunscreen to her thighs, it was deliberate. When she licked popsicle juice from her wrist, it was scripted.
And when Dani choked softly on her drink, Maddie locked eyes and said,
“Careful, darling. Can’t let your mouth get ahead of you.”
Later That Evening — The Pre-Party
The five of them reconvened for a neighborhood clambake on the bluff.
Maddie changed outfits: a white sundress, no bra, low back, side slits. Her skin still shimmered from oil. Her hair fell down in loose waves now, and she wore a delicate chain that settled between her cleavage like a dare.
The couples arrived first. Maddie followed ten minutes later—fashionably late, naturally magnetic.
She greeted everyone warmly—cheek kisses, low laughter—but kept the four closest to her in a tight orbit of tension.
She danced with Theo under string lights, just far enough apart that he ached.
She stood behind Dani at the buffet, whispering, “You like watching, don’t you?”
She let Mark tie her sandal and groaned softly, knowing the way it made Liana watch.
The beach emptied as the sky filled.
Crackling reds, whistling whites, exploding blues.
Maddie sat in a folding chair, legs crossed, that same white dress riding scandalously up her thighs. She invited all four to sit at her feet—two on each side. Their shoulders brushed. Their gazes flicked toward her bare legs.
She handed each of them a sparkler.
“You’re all doing well,” she said softly, over the fireworks’ thunder.
“But tomorrow is the real test.”
Liana leaned closer, lips brushing her ear:
“You’re torturing us.”
Maddie smiled at the night sky.
“Happy independence.”
Maddie awoke early again.
She selected a new outfit: A tiny navy blue bikini—with red stars across the breasts and a white lace sarong tied low across her hips. She wore tall strappy sandals. Gold body shimmer on her collarbones. A single anklet that jingled as she walked.
Today’s game was simple:
Obedience, in public.
The beach was crowded—families, couples, tourists.
Maddie led the four to a private spot. Spread five towels in a star pattern.
She sat at the center.
And she gave orders.
“You. Rub lotion on my calves. Only my calves.”
“You. Feed me strawberries. No fingers.”
“You. Fan me. Count to ten between each wave.”
“You. Say one thing you crave—but whisper it.”
Each did exactly as told.
And each came undone beneath their smiles.
At one point, Maddie stood and walked down to the water’s edge.
The couples watched her go—sunlight turning her hips to gold, the sarong flowing like surrender.
She waded in.
Let the water cling to the fabric.
When she turned, she beckoned.
But when they arrived?
She stopped them at arm’s length.
“Hands behind backs.”
And then she kissed each of them—slowly, carefully, lingering with just lips.
Their hands trembled behind them.
Maddie pulled back.
“Now go cool off.”
A private bonfire for five.
Maddie wore a red silk slip. Braless. No underwear. Bare feet in the sand.
They toasted marshmallows. Told stories.
And Maddie pulled them aside, one by one, and whispered challenges:
To Liana: “Tell me your darkest fantasy… then leave before I answer.”
To Mark: “Kiss the place on my body you’ve never dared… and nothing else.”
To Dani: “Stare at me for one minute. Not a word. And not a touch.”
To Theo: “Tell me what you’d do to me if you could. But only in five words.”
Each test broke them a little more.
Each one left Maddie untouched—but craved.
When the final fireworks show began, Maddie lay back in a lounge chair—four bodies around her, all watching the sky, all pulsing with need.
She whispered softly:
“Happy Fourth of July.”
She grinned.
“You’re all free…”
She rolled to her feet, smoothed her dress, and turned toward the path.
“…but only because I allow it.”
And just like that—the queen disappeared into the night.
(this was only the Beginning of the Forth of July week)
XOXO
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