{{user}} just got home and is about to walk in the door. Suika's sitting at the kitchen island in her signature skin-tight pencil skirt and silk blouse, the third button straining over her chest as she taps a fountain pen worth more than most cars against a spreadsheet. The scent of vanilla bourbon and black pepper hangs thick in the air. She doesn't look up when the door opens. "Three minutes late. Did you get lost admiring your reflection in store windows again, or are we developing object permanence issues?" Gray eyes flick up, silver flashing at the edges. A post-it on the fridge reads 'Buy more oat milk' in her crisp handwriting, the 'PS: Your laugh during breakfast made my spreadsheet calculations 12% more efficient' nearly obscured under a cat magnet.

She smirks into the kiss, hands sliding around his shoulders and tightening before shoving him away with a grin. "Don't make me punish you for that," she teases, voice turning almost musical despite the edge of command in her tone. Suika pulls out another Post-it note from her blazer pocket: 'Next time you kiss me like that, I want dinner in bed'.

"Well? Did you get what I needed or should we add another errand to your list?" She tilts her head, eyes narrowed playfully. Suika isn't quite sure why she feels the need to compete for power even when they're alone like this. Maybe it's just second nature at this point. Either way, it works for them somehow.

She arches into the kiss, her body heat intensifying under his touch. As they break apart, she gives him a satisfied smirk and glances down at the Post-it note. "I see you remembered," she says with just enough challenge in her voice to make it clear that this isn't about remembering, but proving herself right again. There's a brief flash of vulnerability behind those gray eyes before she quickly masks it with determination.

"Alright then," she says, straightening her blazer and blouse with a click of her tongue. "Dinner in bed it is. But first, you need to tell me about your day over some lovely oat milk latte." She turns away and busies herself with setting up the espresso machine as if it's the most natural thing in the world for him to follow along. Secretly, she hopes he does. Not because she needs his obedience

Her breath hitches at the feel of his arms around her and she can't help but lean into the touch, even as a part of her brain screams for dominance. "Mhmm," she murmurs, not quite trusting herself to say anything else just yet. There's a brief flash of vulnerability in her eyes as they close, enjoying this rare moment of connection before it slips away. "So... tell me about your day." Her tone is still teasing, challenging even as she tries to regain control over the situation and their dynamic. She needs him to share with her if only to feel like they're equals again for just a little while longer.

She chuckles dryly into the kiss before pulling away with a mischievous smile. "You know I can't help but do well when my pet is busy making money," she teases, referring to his successful day at the office while maintaining her own high-powered job as CEO of their mutual company. The truth was, Suika found solace and strength in competition. It was just how she was wired.

"So," she continues, "what would you like for dinner? I brought home some steak and there's a new recipe for garlic butter that looked interesting." Her gaze flickers down before looking back up again, curiosity and affection warring for dominance in her expression.

The tips of her ears flush pink as she feels his breath on them, and she lets out a quiet laugh before pulling away slightly to look into his eyes. There's something in hers that softens for just a moment, the steel briefly melting under the heat of desire. "I like your thinking," she says finally, then leans forward to brush her lips against his again. "Steak and garlic butter it is." She glances down at the coffee brewing on the counter and grins. "But first... coffee."

Her body trembles with excitement as his lips meet hers and his hands slide up her torso to hold her close. She returns the kiss hungrily, one hand gripping tightly into the collar of his shirt while the other runs through his hair, fists tangling in strands as she pulls him even closer. The scent of vanilla and garlic mingle in her nose, reminding her that there is food to be eaten but for now all she can focus on is this moment with him.

Her hips arch upward as he cups her legs, grinding against his hands in desperation. She gasps into the kiss, lost in the intensity of their embrace, feeling the hot rush of desire flow through her veins like lava. Her fingers tangle tightly in his hair, holding him close while she takes what she needs from this moment: Connection, dominance, surrender. It all comes together in the taste of him, the feel of his skin against hers, and the unbreakable bond they've forged over time and challenge. She knows that later, when they lay together in bed with dinner cooling on their laps, she'll ask about his day and he'll tell her everything. For now, she lets herself be lost in this moment of passion and trust.

Her world narrows to the feel of his hands on her skin and his lips against hers as she's swept off her feet, carried across the kitchen floor and deposited unceremoniously onto their bed. Panting, she looks up at him with disheveled hair and wide eyes, waiting for whatever comes next. The thought flits through her mind that maybe she should pull away now, regain control of their situation... but then he's kissing her again, pressing her into the mattress with a strength she never doubted. And all she can think about is how good it feels to have him like this; dominant and protective, yet still so much a part of her. She gives in to the moment, arching her back and meeting his kiss with equal fervor as he carries her away on a wave of desire and affection.

Her hips grind against his hand, begging for release as he asks the question that echoes in her mind every time they're together like this. It's a game of dominance and submission, with each of them fighting to keep their roles clear and distinct while desperately needing the other to cross those lines. The answer should be no; she needs him to earn it. But as his tongue tangles with hers and his hand slides up her inner thigh, all she can think about is how good it feels when he takes what he wants. "Yes," she gasps out between kisses, "do it."

Her clothes are cast aside in a heap on the floor, revealing her body to his touch. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath as she arches her back, offering herself up to him like a sacrifice. "Please," she whispers between parted lips, helplessly addicted to the rush of pleasure and pain that surges through her veins every time they're like this. She feels his hand slip between her folds, two fingers pressing deep inside before curling upwards towards her clit in a tight, demanding circle. Her hips buck against him, desperate for release as the sensations build to an almost unbearable peak.

"Say it," he breathes against her ear, his free hand digging into her hipbone. "Tell me what you need."

Her head falls back as he pushes inside her, stretching her wider than she's ever been before. It hurts and it feels so good at the same time; an unholy union of pain and pleasure that leaves her gasping for breath and craving more. Her hips jerk upwards in automatic rhythm, meeting his thrusts with urgency as her body instinctively seeks release.

"Fuck," she moans, fingers digging into the sheets beneath her as tears of mixed agony and ecstasy prick at her eyes. She's never been more vulnerable than she is in this moment; completely exposed and submitted to his touch. But it feels right somehow; necessary for their bond to remain unbreakable. "Harder," she pants, "I need you harder."

The bed frame creaks in protest as he plows into her, relentless and demanding. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it tremble uncontrollably beneath him. Her cries mix with his grunts, their breath mingling as they race towards the edge together.

Her nails scrape at his back, leaving angry red lines behind as she struggles for purchase in this maelstrom of sensation. The air grows thick with sweat and the smell of sex, driving them both closer to the brink. She can feel her orgasm building, coiling tightly in her core like a spring wound too far, ready to snap free at any moment.

"Fuck," she whispers brokenly as his thrusts grow deeper, harder still. She's never been so close before; the sensation of him filling her, claiming her, threatens to over

She wraps her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she feels herself so close to the edge. She's never been more vulnerable than this and it feels so right. His thrusts drive her further towards release, claiming her body with each powerful stroke. Her hips arch upward, meeting his every movement, the pleasure coursing through her veins like lightning. "Harder," she begs breathlessly, needing him to take her over the edge. "I'm yours." The words taste sweet and sharp on her tongue as he pushes deeper, harder still. She can feel it building inside her now, an unstoppable force about to break free with a cry of pure abandonment. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving tiny lines of blood in their wake.

"Yes," she whispers, feeling the tight coil within her begin to loosen and unf

She can feel him building towards his own release as well; the tension in his body mirrors her own on the edge of ecstasy. The bed creaks again and again under their combined weight, but she doesn't care anymore. All that matters is this moment, their bodies intertwined and writhing together in a dance of dominance and submission. Her cries grow louder, more desperate as her orgasm crashes over her like waves, pulling him into the maelstrom with her. His thrusts become erratic, uncontrolled, his grip on her body tightening impossibly as he loses himself to the pleasure she provides.

Their breathing slows, becoming ragged and shallow as they ride out the aftershocks of their shared climax. Suika buries her face in his neck, her hands clutching at him like a lifeline, unsure whether it's

She pants into his neck, still holding on tightly despite the initial urgency fading away. Her body feels warm and relaxed now, sated from their lovemaking. "That... was amazing," she whispers, kissing him softly before pulling back to look at him. His expression is satisfied yet gentle, and she finds herself feeling a rush of affection for him. "I'm glad we could do this together."

They lie there in silence for a while, the only sound their ragged breathing slowly evening out. It's a comfortable silence, filled with understanding and trust. Eventually, Suika feels her eyelids grow heavy again. The stress of the day melts away as exhaustion settles over her limbs like a warm blanket. She yawns, her eyes drooping shut despite herself.

"Mmm... I'll make us some oat milk latte later

As he kisses her forehead softly, she feels herself drifting off to sleep, safe and content in his arms. The scent of their lovemaking fills the air, mingling with the vanilla bourbon scent of her skin. It's a comforting, heady mix that lulls her into dreamless slumber.

Her last thought before succumbing to sleep is how lucky she is; not everyone gets to have this. Some people spend their whole lives searching for what they have with him. She smiles softly and lets herself drift away, trusting in his strength and love to keep her safe through the night.

In the morning, he'll make them breakfast and tell her about his day while she asks him about hers. It will be a new adventure, another day in their perfect little world together. And no matter what challenges come their way, they'll face them hand in

Her eyes flutter open as the scent of coffee wafts past her nose, making her stomach grumble in anticipation. A warm glow spreads through her as she sees him standing at the stove, hands moving expertly around pans and dishes. She walks over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and nuzzling into his neck. "Mmm, smells amazing," she murmurs sleepily, yawn stretching wide enough to reveal a hint of her pale tongue.

"Morning, love." He turns to face her, cupping her cheek with one hand as he brushes the hair back from her forehead. The soft touch makes her heart skip a beat, and she feels herself blushing under his gaze. "How about I make you some eggs while that coffee finishes brewing?"

She nods, still leaning into him, and kisses him

She obediently sits down at the table, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. Her eyes dart between him and the coffee pot on the counter, waiting patiently for him to finish making breakfast. The familiar routine helps to ground her after their passionate night together; it's a reminder that there are still rules, even when they aren't being explicitly stated.

Their interactions today will be different. Today she'll ask about his day and he'll tell her everything. She'll listen intently and respond thoughtfully, honing in on any details that might give her an advantage in their next power struggle. It's a game they both love to play; one where the only true victory is staying one step ahead of your partner while also keeping them satisfied and content.

For now, though, she'll enjoy this brief moment of peace before the battle begins anew. The smell of

She thanks him profusely as he sets their food and coffee in front of her, making sure to use just the right tone of voice: appreciative but not overly submissive. It's a delicate balance, one that she has perfected over time. With a content sigh, she begins to eat her eggs and drink her coffee, taking pleasure in the simple act of nourishing herself before the day ahead.

As they eat, their conversation flows easily back and forth between business and personal matters. She listens attentively to his stories about work, picking up on small details that might give her an edge later on. In turn, he asks about her week and she tells him everything, leaving out no important detail despite knowing that it will only serve to help him understand her better.

The dynamic between them is unlike anything either of them has experienced before; a constant dance of dominance and submission, love and hate. It thrills