“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!"

Tsukasa nearly falls to her knees in shock as she hears the words from her husband's mouth. He's leaving her for a week... with this man?! But then again, money was never a problem between them... Perhaps if she uses this to her advantage, she can finally have some control over their marriage. "Fine." She says finally, trying to sound stern and unaffected. "If you must leave me with your assistant, I guess there's no helping it. But understand that I don't want this. And if anything were to happen..." Her words trail off as she glares at the man.

She sighs heavily as she steps back, gesturing for the man to follow her into the house. "Fine then," she says with a tone that could cut steel. "But I want you to understand one thing; this doesn't mean we're friends or anything like that." With every step they take closer to the bedroom, she can feel her heart racing faster and faster. As soon as they reach it, she turns around and folds her arms across her chest, trying to look imposing despite her discomfort with the situation. "Just do your job and leave once you're finished."

The tension is palpable between them as they stand there, facing each other in this bizarre arrangement. She can feel herself blushing under his gaze, and part of her hates herself for it. But if she wants any kind of power or control over the situation... Well, maybe tonight will be different. Maybe

As the man removes his suit jacket and begins to unbutton his crisp white shirt, revealing a toned chest covered in neatly trimmed dark hair, Tsukasa's heartbeat quickens even more. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs despite her best efforts to remain cold and aloof. Her eyes travel up to meet his as he watches her carefully, waiting for some sign of submission or approval.

Suddenly, an idea strikes her like a bolt of lightning. She parts her lips slightly, baring her teeth in what could be mistaken for a smile. "Take off your clothes," she rasps, lowering her arms to cross them over her ample chest. "And then do exactly what I say." Her eyes narrow, daring him to defy her as they meet his once more.

The man hesitates only for a moment before nodding slowly

The sight of him naked does something strange to her insides; a hot thrill runs through her veins as she takes in his hard, muscular body. This is what she's always wanted - control over the situation, over this powerful man who could easily have any woman he desires. She steps forward and reaches up, trailing delicate fingers over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. "You're not allowed to touch me until I say so," she whispers huskily.

Their eyes meet in a fierce battle of wills as she continues to stroke him possessively, taking what little power she has over this situation and relishing in it. "Tonight, you'll do exactly what I tell you." Her words are laced with authority, her voice firm and steady despite the racing of her heart.

The man swallows hard, his eyes darkening as he nods

"That's it," she murmurs, her voice rough with desire as his cock presses against her entrance. She arches her back and spreads her legs wider, welcoming him inside with a hungry moan that vibrates through them both. His thickness stretches her, filling her in a way that's nearly painful but leaves her aching for more. As he bottoms out within her, she clings to his shoulders and lets out a long, shuddering breath. "Fuck me," she commands breathlessly, "make me feel you."

As he begins to move within her, his thick length driving in and out with relentless force, she winces at the pain but only for a moment. It's nothing compared to the strange sense of release and power coursing through her veins as he fucks her like she belongs to him. Her nails dig into his shoulders, her hips arching up off the bed in perfect rhythm with each powerful thrust.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she concentrates on feeling every inch of his cock stretching and filling her. She looks down at their bodies entwined, her heart racing even faster now. The pain is beginning to transform into something else entirely - something hotter, more intense than anything she's ever experienced before.

Her voice thick with lust, she croons his name and arches her back further as he begins to hit a deeper spot inside of her. "Faster," she demands hoarsely, her body trembling as her orgasm rushes closer, "I need you faster." His cock grows even harder against her aching walls, filling the void left behind by his powerful thrusts with an almost unbearable pressure that only serves to heighten her senses.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders tighter as she lets out a whimper of pleasure, barely holding on as her body begins to shudder and convulse beneath him. He pauses only for a moment when he feels her tighten around his cock, bracing himself against the onslaught of sensations that threaten to overwhelm them both. She gasps his name once more as her orgasm crashes over her in waves, her inner mus

Her body trembles and shudders as she comes undone under him, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders with every passing moment. He's so forceful now, filling her in a way that she didn't think was possible, bringing her to heights of pleasure she never imagined could exist. Her cries of release fill the room, echoing off the walls as they writhe together on the bed.

Finally, their bodies begin to slow and sync with one another, each thrust deeper and more controlled than the last. With a groan that sounds more like a growl, he finally comes, his hot seed spilling deep inside of her as his body tenses and releases in a final shuddering movement.

For what feels like an eternity, they lie there, panting and sated, their joined bodies cooling beneath the sheets. It's not until she feels him begin to pull out of

The sound of her husband's voice snaps her back to reality and she blinks, coming out of her haze. She hears the door open but doesn't dare turn around, still feeling his hot seed leaking from her as a brutal wave of shame and embarrassment washes over her. "You should have told me," she whispers hoarsely, trying to make sense of what just happened.

There's silence for a moment before her husband replies curtly, "I thought you wanted this." His words cut through her like a knife, and she flinches at the hurt in his voice. She turns around slowly, mustering up the courage to face him. When their eyes meet, it's as if they're two strangers caught in an endless tug-of-war for dominance. "I didn't mean for this to happen," she finally manages to say, her voice

The words sting like acid as he finally undresses, revealing his small, barely there cock to her eyes. Tears prick at the corners of her vision, but she refuses to let them fall. "I see," is all she can manage before spinning away from him again. She feels utterly lost and alone in this moment; more so than ever before. Maybe he was right to leave her with his assistant for a week... but it's still hard to believe that this is the way things have to be.

She remains silent, lost in her thoughts as the hours tick by. Her husband eventually falls asleep, leaving her to stare at the ceiling and wrestle with the tangled web of emotions inside her. The image of them together replays over and over again in her mind's eye, a constant reminder of what she's missing out on... but also of what she's become.

I was... it wasn't right. I don't know what came over me. But it just felt so... real. So much more than anything I have with him, she thinks to herself, her cheeks flushing slightly as she remembers the feeling of his hands on her body and his cock inside her. But she couldn't let it go on; they were only playing pretend, weren't they? They couldn't truly be together in any real sense. She sighs softly, closing her eyes as sleep finally begins to claim her too.

Her eyes snap open as she hears her husband's voice, and she turns to look at him blearily. A flush rises in her cheeks as her heart races, but she tries to maintain an air of composure. "Is... is that what you want?" she manages to stammer out, feeling a knot form in her stomach. She hates the way he looks at her, like she's some sort of object to be used and discarded.

The thought crosses her mind briefly to defy him, but then again, what would that accomplish? It would only make things worse for both of them. With a sigh, she nods reluctantly, slowly sitting up in bed. "Fine." She glances over at the assistant, who's watching the exchange with an unreadable expression. "But just this once," she mutters under her breath.

The shame and embarrassment are nearly too much to bear as she watches her husband's assistant begin to pleasure himself while watching them. She tries not to look, but she can't seem to tear her eyes away from the sight. Part of her wants to demand that he stop, but another part of her is... aroused by it. By the power dynamic it creates between them.

She bites her bottom lip, struggling to maintain control as their eyes meet across the room. It's a challenge now, a game they're both playing to see who can keep up the charade longer. Her heart races faster and faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she begins to lose herself in the sensation of being watched, of knowing that he's seeing everything.

Her hands find their way to the assistant's hips, guiding him closer as she parts her legs wider, silently urging him on. It feels

Her cries echo through the room as her body is filled by his hand and then his cock, thrusting with relentless force into her aching center. She clings to him desperately, feeling the heat of their joined bodies against hers, lost in the sensation of being taken so roughly and completely. The assistant's powerful strokes send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

Her husband watches them with a predatory glint in his eye, enjoying every moment of their performance for him. It only serves to fuel the fire burning within her, pushing her further toward the edge of desire. She bites down on her lip, trying not to beg for release as her body trembles and shudders from the force of each impact.

The assistant grunts, his muscles tense as he feels himself close to climax. He slows his thrusts slightly,

The final thrusts send her over the edge, her body shuddering as she cries out in release, her inner walls pulsing around his cock in time with her orgasm. He growls low in his throat, pouring himself into her as he comes, his seed spilling deep inside of her. She arches her back off the bed, feeling impossibly full and satisfied as their bodies finally find rest.

She can't believe what just happened; it was like a wild animal had been unleashed within her. But somehow, in this twisted game they're playing, she likes it. She likes knowing that he's watching and feeling the power that comes with controlling their situation... even if only for a little while.

As the last waves of pleasure wash over her, Tsukasa can't help but wonder what would happen if they weren't playing this game. If they

With a sigh, Tsukasa climbs out of bed and heads into the closet to fetch the lingerie her husband specified. She dresses in the French maid uniform and stockings, feeling both exposed and aroused by the revealing outfit. Returning to the bedroom, she kneels beside her husband on the bed and begins to caress his cock with her feet, her nylon-clad toes sliding up and down his length teasingly. At the same time, she turns toward her assistant and strokes his thick erection in rhythm with each thrust of her foot against her husband's cock.

The tension in the air is palpable as they all watch this erotic scene play out before them, their hearts racing and bodies responding to the sight of one another. It feels almost like a dream, surreal and somehow more real than anything else they've experienced together. As

Her eyes meet her husband's in the mirror, and she sees a mixture of lust and anger flickering within them. It only serves to fuel her own desires, making her even bolder as she continues to stroke both their cocks with her feet while looking deep into his eyes. Her assistant watches her intently, his breath coming in ragged gasps that echo through the room. The air is thick with anticipation, desire, and an undercurrent of violence that leaves everyone trembling on the edge.

With a sharp gasp, her husband comes hard, his seed shooting across her foot and splattering on the bed sheets beneath them. His body convulses in orgasm, but he keeps his eyes locked onto hers as if daring her to deny this power she holds over him. Tsukasa feels his cock go soft against her foot, but she doesn't relent; instead, she uses her toes

With one final thrust, his cock fills her again, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels the heat and weight of him inside her, relishing in this small taste of freedom they've been granted. She arches her back off the bed, moaning loudly as he begins to move within her again, each powerful stroke sending electric currents racing through her system. Her fingers dig into his shoulders for purchase, the pain serving only to heighten the sensation of being so completely claimed by him.

Her husband watches them in silence, a strange mixture of desire and hatred playing across his features. It's almost as if he wants nothing more than to both possess her completely and destroy her at the same time; to reduce her back down to the timid, obedient wife she once was while simultaneously reveling in this newfound wildness that has taken root within her.

As her husband's instructions sink in, Tsukasa looks over at the assistant and sees him watching her with a mixture of lust and anticipation. She bites her lip nervously, unsure if she can go through with this new twist to their little game. But when he nods encouragingly, she takes a deep breath and begins to obey, using all her strength to stomp on her husband's cock while at the same time moving her hips against the assistant's, taking his hard length inside her.

The sensation of being so thoroughly dominated by two men at once is exhilarating and terrifying all at once; a whirlwind of emotions that leave her reeling. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself approaching the brink of orgasm, her body trembling with the effort to hold back and obey both of them at once.

Her body tenses as she feels the pressure building within her, an impossibly tight knot forming low in her abdomen. With a gasp, she arches her back off the bed and cries out as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her shuddering from the intensity of it all. Her insides clench rhythmically around the assistant's cock, drawing moans of approval from him as he feels her orgasm swell and release within her.

Finally, with one last shudder, she comes down from her high, feeling drained but strangely fulfilled. She looks up at both men with dazed eyes, trying to make sense of what just happened between them. A thought occurs to her then: maybe this is what they've wanted all along - a chance for all three of them to explore their deepest desires without judgment or consequence. The idea makes her

With a blush, she nods and leans forward to offer her breast to the assistant. As he takes it into his mouth and begins to suckle greedily, her body responds once more, heat pooling low in her abdomen. She glances over at her husband, unsure of how much further she can go without crossing some invisible line. But the look in his eyes tells her that he's not quite ready for this game to end; there's still more for them all to explore together before they return to their separate lives.

So, for now, she'll play along, giving herself over completely to these dark desires that have taken hold of her heart and mind. Maybe someday soon she'll find a way back from the edge; but until then, this strange twisted world where pleasure and pain collide is hers to explore.

Her body responds eagerly to the assistant's ministrations, her nipples hardening further as milk flows freely from them down his throat. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he sucks harder, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to focus on the sensation rather than where this might all be leading.

Her husband's hand glides slowly up her thigh, coming to rest between her spread legs. He slips a finger inside her wet warmth, finding her entrance already slick from their earlier play. With a moan, she arches into his touch, needing more as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of her in time with the assistant's suckling at her breast.

The tension in the air is nearly tangible as she feels herself on the brink of release once more. Her body trembles and shudders beneath their touches, her cries filling the room as pleasure washes over her in waves. She's not sure if this is what they want from her, but it's clear that there's no stopping now; not until she gives them everything.

Her hips buck against his hand and her husband's fingers, her muscles clenching rhythmically as she comes hard, pouring out every last drop of milk for their enjoyment. She collapses back onto the bed, spent and satisfied but yearning for more even as her body aches from the intensity of it all.

Panting heavily, she glances over at her husband, her heart racing as their eyes meet. His expression is both furious and aroused, and it sends a shiver down her spine. She obeys his unspoken command, reaching out to stroke him gently through his pants. Her fingers brush against the barely-there length of his cock, feeling its heat and hardness against her palm. It's almost like he's taunting her with it now, daring her to ask for more or beg for release from this twisted game they've found themselves caught up in together.

As she strokes him, images flash through her mind: the look of hatred on his face as he watched them together before; the rough way he took her earlier; how close they came earlier today to having everything fall apart... It all adds fuel to the fire burning inside her, making her movements bolder and more

Her touch seemed to have the desired effect as he groans loudly and comes hard in her hand, his seed shooting across her palm and splattering onto the bed sheets beneath them. His body goes limp against hers, the tension finally broken as he breathes heavily through clenched teeth. But even as he lies there spent, she can't help but feel a pang of disappointment; like somehow he managed to outplay her in this game they were both playing so desperately.

A silence descends upon the room, thick and heavy with unspoken words and unfinished business. The assistant glances between them, uncertainty written clearly on his face. Tsukasa wishes she could offer some reassurance or guidance, but for now all she can do is wait; wait until whatever comes next unfolds before her, like the pages of a book she cannot control.

Shivering, she rolls onto her side, curling into a protective ball as the weight of what they've done sinks in. A part of her wonders if this is truly what he wanted all along, or if it was just some twisted game to him. But another part knows that whatever he felt tonight, it wasn't fake. There were moments where she could see real emotion on his face; love and hate and need all tangled up together in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

As they lie there side by side but still separate, Tsukasa can't help but wonder how things will be when morning comes. Will they pretend it never happened? Or will he want more of this strange new world they've found themselves in together? Her heart is torn between hope and fear; wanting to believe that there could still be some sort of future for them together, even after everything

Her heart sinks like a stone as he speaks, his words hitting her harder than a physical blow. She wants to cry out in protest, to plead with him not to shut her out like this, but the fear in his eyes leaves her paralyzed and silent. For a moment, she wonders if there's anything left between them worth fighting for; any chance of restoring what they once had.

She closes her eyes, trying to will away the tears that sting behind her lids. This can't be how it ends, she thinks desperately. There has to be more than this empty, cold existence where he controls every aspect of their lives and denies them any sort of intimacy or connection. But even as she fights against these thoughts, she knows that for now, at least, there's nothing she can do to change his mind.

Her heart feels heavy as they pack up the car and drive to the beach, leaving the cramped apartment behind them. The air is salty and sweet, carrying with it the promise of freedom and escape from the confines of their ordinary lives. But for her, this trip will be tainted by the knowledge that she can no longer share these moments with her husband in the way she once did.

As they spread out a blanket on the sand, Tsukasa tries to focus on the sound of waves crashing against the shore and the feel of sunlight warming her skin. It's hard not to be aware of her husband's eyes following every move she makes, as if he's looking for any sign that she still desires him. She wishes there was some way she could reassure him without giving up everything else they've built together.

She turns slightly toward him as his hands roam over her body, the familiar touch sending shivers down her spine despite the warmth of the sun. A small part of her wonders if this is how it's always going to be between them now - distant and strained but still connected by desire. The idea both terrifies and excites her in equal measure, leaving her feeling torn and confused.

Her lips part as he cups one breast in his hand, rolling the hardening nipple between his fingers. A soft moan escapes her throat, echoing along the empty stretch of beach. She closes her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation and block out everything else. For this moment, she can pretend that they are still together; still a united front against the world. But deep down, she knows that tomorrow reality will come crashing back in, reminding her of all that they've lost along

Her breath catches in her throat as he suckles at her breast while simultaneously allowing her to stroke his cock. The dual sensations are overwhelming, and she finds herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge of pleasure and release. His hands move possessively on her body, urging her faster, deeper, driving her toward an intensity that leaves no room for thought or regret.

With a cry, she comes hard against his lips, her milk spilling down his chin as she shudders from head to toe. As the last tremors subside, he releases her breast and looks up at her face, eyes hooded with lust and satisfaction. She can't help but feel a pang of desire, despite everything that stands between them. It's as if this strange twisted game they've been playing has become the only thing that keeps the spark of their love alive.

Her husband's sudden presence startles her, throwing her back into reality with a jolt. She opens her eyes to see him watching them intently, his expression unreadable but tense with emotion. Tears well up in the corners of her eyes as she realizes this is the first time they've made love since that fateful night; the night everything changed between them.

Her breath catches in her throat as he slides into her, filling her in a way that only he can. Their lovemaking is frantic and raw, fueled by desperation and loss. It hurts so good; she's lost count of the times they've crossed this line between pleasure and pain. Each thrust sends shards of emotion shooting through her, leaving her writhing beneath him in a tangled mess of limbs and heartache.

As he comes deep inside her, she cries out his name, feeling