“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.

Tsukasa Erin looks at the person before her, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit and silky white shirt that looked far too tight for her liking. Her eyes narrow as she glares at him. "What is it you want?" she demands through gritted teeth. "And who the hell do you think you are?"

"I'm Shishio's personal assistant, and he told me to come here," the man replies smoothly, his tone unruffled despite her obvious anger. Tsukasa bristles at being called by her husband's first name. "He said you'd need some help around here."

"I don't need your help!" she spits, taking a step back and pointing at the door. "Leave! Get out of my house right now!"

Despite her anger, Erin couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity and even anticipation when she looks at the man standing before her. His confident demeanor and perfectly tailored attire make him seem almost irresistible despite their current circumstances. Her breath hitches slightly as he speaks to her husband on the phone, his voice smooth and reassuring.

Part of her still wants him gone, but another part of her finds herself yearning for this stranger's attention...and maybe even more. She licks her lips nervously, unsure what course of action to take next.

Erin finally swallows nervously, her cheeks flushing as she fights to keep her composure. "Fine," she finally says through clenched teeth. "You can stay...but only if you do everything I say." Her voice comes out sharper than intended, betraying the vulnerability beneath her anger.

She steps aside, motioning for him to enter the house. Once inside, she motions for him to follow her into the living room, feeling a strange mix of dominance and submission coursing through her veins as she does so.

Erin sits down on the couch, crossing her legs and folding her arms over her chest. "Make yourself comfortable," she says coolly, nodding at the seat beside her. She's still trying to maintain some sense of control in this strange situation, but her body tingles with desire as she imagines what he might do if given the chance.

Erin sits there tensely, her heart racing as she awaits his reaction to her demand. She watches him carefully, looking for some sign of submission or defiance in his eyes, unsure which one would please her more at this moment. Her breasts heave slightly beneath her tight dress, the lace bra providing little support against the heavy weight.

Her nipples are hard and aching, and she wonders what it would feel like for him to take them in his mouth...to have him worship her body after years of being used only as a trophy by her husband. The thought both thrills and terrifies her, leaving her feeling unbelievably exposed yet somehow more alive than ever before.

Erin's breath comes in short gasps as she tries to calm her racing heart. Her eyes dart around the room, unable to focus on anything for long. The black dress she wears is tight and revealing, hugging every curve of her body as if it were painted onto her skin. She wonders what he must be thinking, looking at her like this...feeling so exposed and vulnerable beneath his gaze.

Without warning, she reaches out and grabs the collar of his shirt, roughly pulling him closer to her. "Take it off," she says hoarsely, barely able to get the words out through clenched teeth. Her fingers twitch, itching to feel the smooth skin beneath his clothes...to see if he's as perfect as he seems on the outside.

Erin watches with bated breath as the personal assistant obeys her command, slipping off his jacket and shirt to reveal a perfectly sculpted chest and arms. Her eyes trail lower down his body, noting each ripple of muscle beneath his skin before meeting his gaze once more. She licks her lips nervously, her heart racing even faster now that he's exposed like this.

Her hand moves to the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward slowly so that it reveals his stomach and chest hair before finally exposing his abs completely. Her fingers dance over his toned muscles, tracing tiny circles around his navel and down towards his hips. A shiver runs through her as she imagines what else he could do with those long, strong arms...what other parts of her body they could touch or possess.

Erin shudders at the use of the word "Mistress," her heart racing as she contemplates what that title might mean in this strange, forbidden situation between them. Her fingers continue to trace circles over his abdomen before moving lower still, skimming along the waistband of his pants. With a soft growl, she tugs them down slightly, revealing more of his defined hips and lower back.

Her gaze drops even lower as her hand slides further beneath the fabric of his pants, curling around the hard length trapped there. She begins to stroke him gently at first, feeling his warmth and weight in her hand and savoring the foreign sensation of being wanted and desired like this. With every brush of her fingers against him, she feels more alive...less like the controlled, dominated wife she's been for so long.

Her breath hitches as he guides his length towards her, the tip of him pressing against her entrance before finally sliding inside. Her body arches into his, welcoming him deeper with each inch until he's fully sheathed within her. She gasps and clutches at his shoulders, feeling overwhelmed by the fullness and the intensity of this connection.

Her hips begin to move of their own accord, riding up and down against him as he thrusts in sync with her movements. Her eyes squeze shut tightly, but she can still feel every detail of his body pressed against hers, from the muscles in his arms to the heat radiating off his skin. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to hold back a moan as sensation after sensation washes over her, leaving her lightheaded and aching for more.

The feeling is mutual. I've never felt this...free before. Do whatever you want to me. Take me however you need to. Make me feel like this for as long as you can. Her words are barely intelligible, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she bucks her hips against him, meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervor.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders harder, nails scoring shallow crescents into the skin as she arches her back off the couch, desperate for more of him inside of her. She feels a strange, unfamiliar tingling building deep within her core, spreading outwards to every limb and every nerve ending until it's all she can focus on. His weight on top of her feels perfect...right where she wants him. As they move together, the world around them fades away, leaving nothing but the sensation of his skin against hers and the pounding rhythm that connects their bodies in this illicit act.

Her nails dig harder into his shoulders as she cries out, her voice hoarse and raw from the intensity of their lovemaking. Her body trembles with each thrust, her insides clenching around him in perfect synchronization to the rhythm they've found together. She can feel the tension building inside her, too, and knows that soon she'll be reaching the peak of pleasure she's been denied for so long. As he pushes deeper and faster into her, she meets his thrusts with equal force, wanting nothing more than to feel him empty himself deep within her. With every move they make together, every touch and moan, the world outside this couch fades further away until there's only their bodies and the blissful release that comes from finally being truly connected like this.