Author's Note: I hope you're all having a good start to the week! I also hope that you enjoy this latest chapter, I'm going to be doing some writing sprints while I'm on my reading week to try and get ahead of schedule like I was a while ago (I literally just finished writing this chapter). I stocked up on some Riverdale prints (mainly Jughead prints lol) while at a convention recently and it's gotten me thinking more about where I want to go with some spin off series that I've had in mind, so we'll see if anything comes from that ;)

Anyways, please PLEASE only adult readers and all previous disclaimers are relevant (yes, I know, I'm a broken record, but it's important for the safety of the community). Happy reading!

"Do you want to just relax here? I know I haven't introduced you fully to the girls so I don't want you to feel pressured, but they will be at the party next week."

They worked in quiet for the passing few hours, pausing for Netflix breaks for their sanity and getting drinks and snacks for sustenance, the silent comfort working its way into their lounged states , but Betty's alarm went on her phone, signalling her to start getting ready.

Jones looked up, dazed and far away mentally, "What?"

"Do you want to come with me to record the podcast or would you like to stay here?"

Jones clicked a button to save his work before focusing his attention on her, his head still swimming in the last few lines of text he had written, "I'll come."

"Really?" she asked in disbelief, standing from her spot, stretching to relieve the aches of her poor posture she sunk into when concentrating.

Jones flipped the lid of his laptop closed, standing up, "Yeah, I'll just get changed. Sadly I have no latex or harnesses on me to wear."

He smirked as he watched her face show her process the joke, finally her hands covering her mouth delicately as she laughed and lightly smacked his chest as she walked past him to get to her room. She felt giddy as she closed her door and got dressed, trying to dress in the role that she portrayed in her public image as Lady Elyse, more of an elegant disciplinarian, or really, just an elevated version of her own work attire with hints of kink like her anklet and pin-up flare to her makeup. Since she was with the girls and there was no video component, it didn't matter and they've all done the podcast in their pajamas before, they found it helped them get in the proper headspace to discuss kink and answer questions.

"Black looks good on you," Jones said from the front hallway, tying his shoes and looking up at her, his cock already responding to the sight of her in a tight leather pencil skirt.

Breathe Jughead.

"I know," Betty gave a small smile, slipping into black heels she pulled from the front closet with ease and taking count of her things as she turned off the lights in the condo.

She could feel his eyes on her as she walked around, turning off the TV and lights, happy to know that he was appraising her. She tried to hide her smile as she caught his eyes on her ass when she turned towards him and the front door, "Ready, boy?"

He cleared his throat, opening the door for her, "Yes Mistress, after you."

"We're taking your car, pet. I'll be telling you where to drive to get to Cheryl's home, is that okay?"

She led the way to the elevator and pushed the buttons to get them headed towards the garage and on their way, checking her watch, Betty got anxious at the time.

"That's not a problem, what side of town is it?"

"North side, near the lake. Shouldn't be more than twenty minutes, but I just hope traffic isn't bad."

"I'll make sure it isn't an issue," Jones smiled at her, leading her to the car and opening her door for her and closing it once she was settled in the seat.

Once he climbed into his side, Betty finally gave her statement of amusement, "I'm afraid that isn't for you to control, boy."

"Well, I hope you don't mind a little speed then," Jones peeled out of the garage, and swung out into traffic, only taking seconds to gauge his timing between cars and swerving in and out of spaces expertly across town as Betty hung on, eyes wide at the speed and skill.

With her instructions and fewer lights than expected, they arrived in ten minutes, with Jones on the edge of his seat with adrenaline and Betty still clutching her door and seat, taking a moment to catch her breath when he put the car into 'park'.

"You know what, I didn't hate that as much as I thought I would but that doesn't mean it's a good idea to do again. But still, thank you for getting us here in one piece."

"I try," he smiled, leaning his head forward to look up at the house, looking at the climbing ivy and rustic touches to the house, shocked at its immaculate shrubbery even in the wake of leaves falling everywhere else in the city.

"Definitely a step up from my home in Riverdale," Jones whistled, stepping out the car, trying to get to the other side quickly to get the door for Betty, but she had already stepped out onto the stone driveway, her heels clacking once she closed the car door.

Adjusting her coat, she walked towards the front door, lifting the knocker making a note of how Jones was a half step behind her as they listened for any sign of approaching footsteps.

After a few beats of waiting, Betty checked her phone, seeing no messages waiting for her, Jones leaned against the stone wall, "Are we too early or something?"

"No, we're on time," Betty tried the knocker again, using more force to make sure the sound carried. Before she could even get the third knock in, the door opened revealing Cheryl, looking slightly disheveled and flustered.

"Come in, come in, I'm sorry I didn't hear the door at first," her words coming out in a flurry, ushering them in and attempting to not let the chill into the foyer, "Pardon my state of undress, I've been running behind today, but there's drinks in the kitchen waiting for you if you want something."

Cheryl swept up the stairs, her ruby silk robe skimming the stairwell as she climbed the way to her bedroom to get changed, Jones quirking an eyebrow before turning his eye to Betty who was shrugging off her coat. Following her lead, he did so as well, placing his coat next to hers on a coat rack of deep mahogany.

"The kitchen's over here," Betty lead him into a bright white kitchen that was spotless, save for glasses that were filled with bright green liquid and limes sliced onto the rims, "Let me check if they're alcoholic or not."

"I'm not very thirsty anyway," Jones leaned against the counter, looking at a generous snack platter, fighting the urge to pick at it as Betty sipped on her bright beverage.

"Not alcoholic by the way, I can get you water or another soda if you like? This is a Japanese soda if you want a sip of mine?"

"Sure," he took her glass and took a sip, the sour candy flavored drink making his eyebrows shoot up with surprise, "If I had this as a kid, I would definitely have diabetes, damn this is good."

"I know, I just didn't know if she added something to give it a kick, but I guess not," Betty handed him a fresh glass, finding Gem strolling in, making Jones choke on his drink.

"Hey Jughead, I didn't know you were gonna be here tonight," Gem nodded at Betty as a hello, taking a cube of cheese and popping it into her mouth.

"I certainly didn't think that you would be here tonight, but colour me happy to see you," Jones laughed, smoothing his hair and a finger sandwich from the edge of the platter, popping it into his mouth in one bite.

"Toni!" Cheryl's voice carried from upstairs, "Can you get the door, Veronica will be here in a few minutes, she just called me!"

"I'll be right back," Toni departed back the way they entered, her purple hair was piled high in a bun on her head as she left their field of view.

"So Toni," Betty whispered, "I may accidentally call her Gem a few times before I get used to her actual name, but I'm glad she's here. Wait, she's the pup?"

"Yes she is," Jones stated, placing his empty cup onto the marble counter, deliberate in his actions.

"Well isn't that cute!" Betty clapped, her eyes glittering in the brightly lit kitchen, Jones smiling wide at her when Veronica entered, oblivious to the two of them looking at each other.

Picking up a glass of soda, she started chattering before anyone could greet her, "I don't even want to think about work right now and I am just so ready for next week to be over with already, y'know? And my parents are trying to get me to come down to New York for some party for some cousin that I haven't seen in fifteen years, don't they realize I have my own business to attend to? I'm not a teenager anymore."

Both of them looked at Veronica as she continued until she caught herself midsentence, "And there is no way that I'm going to be looking after someone else's dog while they get to go to Maui- OMG I'm so sorry, hi, hello, Betty are you well? Mystery boy?"

"I like to think that I've upgraded to a man, but thank you."

Veronica raised a perfectly penciled brow at him, but Betty stole her attention from him, "I'm good, this is Forsythe."

"Work friend?" Veronica was fully eyeing him, sipping on her soda after shaking his hand, giving a grip that surprised Jones.

"Something like that," Jones laughed, "I figured I would tag along tonight."

"And listen to us talk about female-driven and produced porn?" Veronica looked at Betty again, trying to gauge a reaction, but she sat back happily, figuring out that Jones could handle himself with Veronica.

"Of course, I want to hear your ladies' thoughts on the matter. Why should you have to be subjected to a narrow mindset in a medium that is meant for everybody's viewing pleasure. Nothing good came out of normal and accepted."

"I'm shocked, nay, pleasantly surprised. And pray tell Forsythe, what is your brand of weird?"

"It's Jughead, but you shouldn't ask a gentleman his preferences, at least buy me dinner first," he joked, his eyes meeting hers easily.

She looked at him, analyzing his expression, but finally relaxed in stance, "I may hold you to that Jughead, unless I get to Betty first."

He shrugged, Cheryl coming into the room to grab water from the fridge, "Come on, we still have work to do, Jones, grab the platter and follow us."

"Happily, Captain," Jones picked off a few sandwiches before trailing behind them as they walked upstairs to the recording room. Betty stopped him before he could get into the room with the others, lightly pressing her fingertips into his chest, "Good work Jones."

She kissed him lightly, smiling as she turned into the room, her stomach in happy loops feeling his presence behind her and next to her as he sat patiently and listened to the discussions that overtook the women, Veronica and Cheryl becoming the most vocal, and Betty stood to be the one to calm them and direct the conversation into more productive roots.

Jones' exposure to another side of Betty, one that was complimented to the already calm and collected leader and his vision of her as the quiet Domme that made him warm to her even more.

"I'm surprised you didn't want to be a guest on the show tonight, it would have been nice to get some male perspective," Betty pointed out as Jones helped her into her coat, holding onto her purse as she situated herself.

"Nah, you all said pretty much everything I would've, but at some point, I would like to."

"Good," she looked up at him, smiling as he handed back her bag, Toni cleared her throat behind them.

"Hey Toni, how did you like the podcast tonight?" Betty asked, turning around fully.

"It was really good, I was keeping up with the live chat and there was some good discussion in there. I want to get in on the action at some point," Toni said, moving to sit on the staircase, waiting for Cheryl and Veronica to come join them downstairs.

"Betty! Betty!" they could hear Cheryl and Veronica's voices carry before they ran down the stairs, nearly knocking her over once they got to her.

"Yes?" she was wide-eyed at both of their excited faces, "You're starting to freak me out, what is it?"

"We got an email after the show as Veronica was helping me shut some of the stuff down, and Kink Con wants us on a panel for the Halloween weekend!"

"That's great!" Betty hugged them both, all of them giddy, "Is it paid? Is there a photoshoot for advertising? Should we put something up on our site? What about the podcast?"

"Whoa there Elyse, breathe. We can start this tomorrow, we told them we would discuss it tonight and give them an answer tomorrow."

"You're right, I'll handle the details, but we're in for the Con?" Cheryl asked, finally letting go of Betty, and Veronica following the lead.

"As long as I can steal myself away from work, of course I'm in!"

"Oh we'll make sure you get there one way or another, you can count on that," Veronica winked.

"Alright, then it's settled. We should go though, we still have work that needs to get done before we can relax.

"Yeah, have a safe trip home, talk to you tomorrow," Veronica said, her head poking out the door to wave at them as they exited the driveway, Cheryl already disappeared into the house and away from the chill of the night.

"So did you want to pick up a pizza on the way back?"

"You sure do know how to seduce a gentleman," Jones shifted gears and made a right to get out of the suburbs, turning the radio down to be a soft hum in the background.

Betty snorted quietly, covering her mouth in shock, but burst out laughing with Jones as they were stopped at a stop sign, Jones taking longer than necessary to get going, but she did notice him wipe a tear from his left eye and hear him mutter, "Wow, I didn't expect that."

"Pardon?"

"I definitely didn't expect you to laugh that hard at that."

"Hey! I could sweet talk you if I wanted to!"

"Easy there, I never said I was being sarcastic, I would pull over in Times Square if you asked me to eat you out."

"Don't give me any ideas boy, you're the one that would be more recognizable than me in a crowd."

His smirk grew as he eased into a parking lot, adjusting the car to be straighter, "They won't be able to see me vey well from between your legs, Mistress."

"You do have me there, boy, but I don't appreciate the sass," she gave a face of mock seriousness.

He leaned over to kiss her lips, leaving her a blushing mess, something she had not felt since she had discovered her place in the BDSM community, "Don't lie, you love the challenge."

"Hush, now get the pizza," she smiled, watching him get out of the car and close the door. Before he made it to the glass door of the small shop, he turned back and walked back to the car quickly, opening the door and leaning in as Betty looked up from her phone.

"Did you forget your wallet?"

"No no, I just wanted to know what you wanted."

"Oh, I was just going to eat whatever you got, but now that you ask, I want the 'Veggie Deluxe' with garlic dipping sauce."

"Not a problem, I'll go and place the order."

She watched him walk away, studying the way he placed his hands into his pocket and swiftly made his way into the store.

Wow, you really managed to get a cute one, didn't you? You lucky bitch.

Betty was just about to scroll through her Instagram when she saw a shorter woman start talking to Jones after he ordered, his smile looking tight even at the distance that she was at.

She observed both of them laughing, and she thought nothing of it until the young woman touched his arm as she laughed at something he had said. At that, Betty got out of the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition and locking the doors in swift succession.

Opening the door and the accompanying chime, Jones looked her way, his body relaxing in a minute manner.

"Hey honey, I forgot which sauce you wanted, so I hope you like garlic," she could tell by the quirk of his mouth that he definitely didn't forget, but he gestured at the small woman in front of them that made Betty want to tear her claws into, "This is Andrea, Andrea this is Betty my girlfriend, she's actually helping me with some of our latest releases."

She could see the disappointed written onto her face, her eyes widening slightly up at Betty's intimidating presence and looking at her hand that rested on his arm comfortably, her smile got slightly wider as she saw Andrea size her up in her killer heels and skirt, feeling bad and yet gloating at her successful show of dominance.

Yeah, I didn't think so bitch. Mine.

"So great to meet you, Andrea! What are you getting?" Betty innocently looked at her, noticing Jones' paying close attention to her.

"Oh, just the classic margarita pizza, what are you guys up to tonight?"

"Just a tonne of work to catch up on, maybe catching up on some Netflix, but really getting ahead for next week's workload."

"So writing for you F.P.?"

Jones laughed, "I haven't had many people call me that, that's what my Dad goes by, but I guess I'll grow into it-"

Jones' name was called and he grabbed the pizza and sauce, reaching for Betty's hand, "Anyways, thank you for introducing yourself Andrea, have a great night!"

"You too," Andrea called behind them before the doors closed and she received her pizza, leaving her attention to wander away from the couple.

"I noticed that you know."

They got into the car, placing the pizza safely in the back seat, smoothly pulling out of the parking lot, "What are you talking about?"

Jones laughed, "You were about to tear her throat or her arm off, I couldn't tell which, but you were definitely intent on bodily harm."

"Oh, little ol' me?"

He lifted her hand to his lips, "Yes you. I liked it though, but I think you scared her a little, not me though. I liked seeing you a little jealous."

"Excuse me, pet, but I was protecting what's mine. I needed to put her back in her place."

"I know, Mistress. I didn't like her touching me honestly."

"Trust me, I disliked it more than you did, she went right from the handshake to groping you."

"That's definitely an exaggeration, Mistress," Jones was fighting a smile while navigating the streets, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Even so, I'm actually surprised I didn't make a scene."

"You wanted to make a scene?"

"Well… no. I'm not that mean, it was just very forward."

"Well then maybe you shouldn't come on book tours with me."

"That sounds like all the more reason for me to come along, don't test me," Betty smiled, happy to sit in the passenger seat, looking out at the city in the warmth and comfort of the passing lights and closer to home.