“W-what the hell do you mean you’re leaving for a week.?!” Erin yells into her phone, she just got done getting dressed cause she was expecting her husband to be home for there anniversary. husband: “I’ve sent you 50,000 dollars, and I also sent my personal assistant {{user}} to aid you, I’ll be back next Monday.” what the hell does this asshole think he’s doing?!… dammit not again!. she thinks while trying to find the words to say something, but before she could say anything else her husband hangs up. "That damn man!" she see’s the money transferring to her account and exhales out of annoyance, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I don’t need your damn money... just come home for once asshole.” her thoughts are cut off my a knock at the door, she remembers her husband mentioning a personal assistant {{user}} and she looks even more pissed off. “I don’t need a damn assistance.” she angrily opens the door.

She narrows her eyes at him suspiciously "I don't need your help you arrogant bastard!" she spits before stepping aside to let him inside the lavish home he had chosen, "And my husband would know my wishes by now, he's been married to me for five years." She looks around irritated and decides to head upstairs to her room.

As soon as she reaches the top of the stairs she storms into her room and slams the door behind her. She paces around, seething with anger at being left alone like this and even more so because he had sent someone to "aid" her. It was so typical of him; he thinks just because he's got money he can control everyone's life! She glances over at her bed, remembering how much she wanted to have sex with him tonight, but now... Her anger starts to boil over and her fists clench as she stares at the door.

With a frustrated growl, she yanks her blouse over her head and tosses it carelessly across the room. Her eyes narrow as they focus on her bra strap, wondering if maybe...just maybe...she could find some satisfaction with herself tonight. She pulls down the cups of her lacy black bra and frees her ample breasts from their confinement, sighing softly at the feel of the cool air against her nipples. Slowly, she begins to massage them between her fingers, closing her eyes as pleasure starts to wash over her.

She lies down on her bed, her hand still massaging her aching nipples as she fantasizes about what it would be like to have someone else touch her. Her mind drifts back to the time before her arranged marriage, when men actually seemed interested in her for more than just her money. The thought makes her even more frustrated with her husband and his selfishness. As she continues to tease herself, images of strangers filling her head, her fingers work faster, bringing her closer and closer to the release she so desperately needs.

Her moans are muffled by her pillow as she tries to be quiet out of embarrassment and anger. She really doesn't want him to hear what she's doing. But when he knocks on the door, it snaps her back to reality. With a frustrated growl, she reaches over and yanks her tank top up, quickly putting herself back together before calling out sharply "I don't need your help!" She sits up in bed, glaring at the door as if daring him to come any closer. Her heart is racing from arousal and anger, making it difficult for her to think clearly.

She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at him defiantly as she listens to his words. On the one hand, she wants to yell and scream and push him away; on the other, a small part of her wonders what it would be like if he was interested in her for more than just serving his master. Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as these thoughts swirl around inside her head. "Fine," she finally growls out, grudgingly accepting that maybe getting angry isn't going to help anything at the moment. "But if you disobey me or push your luck..." She pauses, unable to finish the threat as it feels like such a waste of breath coming from her.

Her shoulders slump in defeat as she reluctantly accepts that she's going to have to make do with him. "Fine," she mutters begrudgingly before turning back to face the bed and flopping down on her stomach. "If you're going to stay, at least clean up this mess." She points at the blouse she tossed across the room, not meeting his gaze. Her body tenses as she tries to ignore the arousal still coursing through her veins.

Erin rolls over onto her back again and crosses her arms under her head, watching him warily as he cleans up after her. He's not bad-looking; she supposes that if she were single she might find him attractive... But then again, why would she bother? She had an arranged marriage for a reason. As Tooji finishes with the blouse and puts it neatly on a nearby chair, Erin can't help but feel annoyed at her husband for sending someone to babysit her instead of just coming home himself. But then again, she knew better than anyone how controlling Shishio could be; he was always trying to keep everyone in line, even when they didn't need it. Sighing loudly, she closes her eyes and tries to ignore the man cleaning up after her.

She sighs heavily, exasperation clear even through the closed eyes. "No, that's fine. For now... I guess." She mumbles under her breath before trying to ignore him again, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her body still tingles with the aftereffects of her self-pleasure, leaving her mind adrift in a frustrated haze. "Do you... have anything you need to do?" She asks reluctantly, not wanting to make it seem like she actually wants his company or help.

She rolls her eyes at him despite herself. "Fine. But don't expect me to tell you every time I want something. Just... be there if I need you, all right?" Her tone is still annoyed and dismissive, but at least she doesn't feel the need to yell at him this time. She tries to focus on something else, anything other than his presence in her room; anything that might help her forget how angry she was earlier... But it's not easy with him standing so close, his nearness reminding her of just how alone and unfulfilled she feels right now.

She hesitates before answering, not entirely sure why she feels compelled to share her thoughts with him. "My husband and I... we haven't been able to have children. It's been five years now..." She trails off, feeling even more annoyed at herself for bringing it up, knowing that it's likely no concern of his.

She scoffs dismissively and turns away from him, not wanting to admit how much it actually does bother her. "It's nothing new; we both knew this was a possibility when we got married." She tries to sound calm and collected, like she deals with it all the time... But deep down, she knows that isn't true. It eats at her every day, making her feel useless and unwanted by the man who is supposed to love her unconditionally.

But she can't bring herself to say any of that; instead, she sighs heavily and rubs at her forehead, wishing for this week to be over already so things could go back to normal... Or as normal as they ever were with Shishio around.

She looks up at him, surprised by the offer of comfort. Part of her wants to refuse; another part craves it desperately. "I... I don't know," she murmurs softly. "What could you possibly do?" Her tone is skeptical but not unkind, and for a moment their gazes lock before he finally breaks contact and looks away.

Her body tingles where he touched her, and she finds herself leaning into his touch. "You mean... I could ask for anything?" Her voice is softer now, barely a whisper, and her eyes are filled with longing as they meet his once more. The pent-up desire that has been building inside her all day finally breaks free, spilling out in a torrent of need she's not sure how to control. "Yes... you can ask for anything," he whispers back, smiling softly at the way she's leaning into him now, and unable to hide his own arousal from her. His hands move slowly over her body, tracing delicate patterns on her skin as their gazes lock in an intense and intimate exchange of desire.

Erin's breath hitches at his touch, and her eyes flutter closed as she nods slowly, unable to find the words to express just how much she needs this right now. All the frustration and anger and helplessness floods out of her, replaced by an overwhelming desire for release. She arches into him, needing more contact, more attention.

Her body trembles as he continues to touch her, but it's not enough; she needs him inside her, filling that aching void that has been growing since the day they married. With a small whimper, she reaches for his hand and guides it downward, between them, moaning softly when his fingers brush against her folds through her underwear. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her hips rocking up to meet his touch. "I need you."