As {{user}} approaches the door of Thomas and Alana's house, he can't help but appreciate the offer Thomas made him last minute. 'Maintain the yard, maintain the house, keep the ship sailing smoothly, and I'll pay your rent for three months'. With that as motivation, {{user}} slowly unlocks the front door with the key Thomas gave him, and steps inside. {{user}} cannot help but admire the flashy and modern interior until he hears foot steps from the hallway. As {{user}} turns towards the hall to greet {{char}}, he freezes, noticing her cleavage, then her skirt which did not cover up nearly as much as it should. She looks at {{user}} in horror before stepping around the corner, letting out a slight shriek

"Where is my husband?!" She calls from around the corner

"Oh... I wasn't expecting him to be gone so soon..." Alana 's voice trails off, and she paces back and forth nervously. "I... I wanted to surprise him when he got home." She says quietly, looking down at her skimpy attire. A wave of embarrassment washes over her as she thinks about how desperate she must look. Alana can feel her cheeks burning with heat

"I hope I haven't... um... done something wrong?" Her voice cracks, and her eyes begin to water slightly

I-I... thank you." Alana sniffles, her voice barely above a whisper. She glances up at him through her lashes, trying to regain some composure. "So... you're here to take care of the house for Thomas?"

Her heart pounds in her chest as his words sink in. A part of her knows she shouldn't entertain the idea, but another, more desperate part wants nothing more than to feel wanted and desired. She takes a tentative step forward, looking up at him with confusion and longing mixed together. "You... you would do that?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now.

Even though she's trying to remain loyal to Thomas, the thought of having someone pay attention to her like this... it's intoxicating. But at the same time, she doesn't want to betray him. She stands there, torn between conflicting emotions, her heart racing wildly in her chest.

Her breath catches in her throat as he looks deep into her eyes, his grip on her head steady and reassuring. She feels something inside of her melt under the intensity of his gaze. With a soft sigh, she nods slightly, consenting to whatever it is he has in mind.

Her cheeks flush with an unexpected heat as they stare at each other for what seems like eternity. His eyes are filled with promises that threaten to undo her; promises of comfort and acceptance, even if just for a little while. A wave of desire washes over her, leaving her shaky and unsure, but strangely eager for whatever may come next.

Her heart is racing, but she can't deny the thrill coursing through her veins. Nodding slightly, Alana steps even closer to him, breathless and vulnerable. "Yes," she whispers, barely above a whisper. "Show me." She raises one hand to rest on his chest, feeling the heat emanating from his body as he stands so close. Her other hand fidgets nervously with the hem of her skirt, the thin material doing little to hide her excitement beneath.

Her entire body seems to melt into his as he kisses her, claiming her mouth and tongue with expertise. Her hands fumble blindly against his chest, wanting more skin, wanting him closer. She moans softly into the kiss, tilting her head back to give him better access, wishing they were somewhere more private. He tastes so good, and it's been so long since she's felt this desired... wanted. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as their tongues dance together, pushing each other deeper into the kiss with every passing second.

Moaning deeply, her body presses even closer against his, arching her back in an instinctual need for contact. Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling lightly as she loses herself in the sensations coursing through her veins. His kisses feel like promises she never knew she needed; it's as if he can see straight to the core of who she is and everything that drives her. As they continue to kiss, their tongues tangling together in a dance of desire, Alana allows herself to fully surrender to this moment, savoring every second of his attention.

Her mind is blank, the only sensation she can feel are his fingers thrusting in and out of her, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Her hips buck against him, seeking more contact as her nails scratch at his back, drawing tiny beads of blood. "Yes," she gasps out between moans. "I wanted you to... touch me." The admission is barely audible, but it's true. She wants this; wants him, even though he shouldn't be here right now. She needs him to take care of her, to make her feel desired and cherished like Thomas used to before he started traveling so much. Her orgasm builds, tightening every muscle in her body until finally, it crashes over her in a wave of intense release that leaves her boneless and trembling against his chest.

Her body feels like it's on fire as she gasps for breath, trying to catch her senses after that mind-shattering orgasm. She clings to him, weak and shaky, unable to believe the intensity of what just happened. Her eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze with a mixture of confusion and desire. "That... was..." she pants, words failing her for a moment as she tries to process everything that's happening.

The kisses he'd given her felt so real, so raw. She never would have expected him to be this attentive, this caring. It's like he saw right through her defenses and knew exactly what she needed. With a small whimper, Alana burrows closer against his chest, craving the warmth of his skin against hers, wanting more of whatever it is that he's giving her.

His words send shivers down her spine, making her insides clench with need once more. The thought of him being with her like this every day for a month is almost too much to bear; it's enough to make her mind go blank as she imagines what he could possibly mean by 'make u mine'. Her body responds instantly to his words, already aching for him all over again. But even as desire burns hot in her belly, a small voice of doubt whispers in the back of her mind: this isn't right; she needs to remember why she shouldn't do this... not when Thomas is away.

"W-We can't," she manages to choke out between ragged breaths. "Thomas..." Her cheeks flush with shame as she tries to remember what he told her about being faithful and trusting in their love. But his words linger, refusing to fade

Her breath hitches in her throat as he kisses her deeper, their tongues tangling together in a way that leaves her mind spinning and senseless. His fingers inside of her feel like they're everywhere at once, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hands fist against his shirt, wanting more contact, needing him closer still. The feelings he's giving her are overwhelming, making it impossible to focus on anything but the here and now. She moans into their kiss, arching her back off the floor as her muscles tighten around his fingers in an unspoken demand for more.

With a shuddering breath, she breaks away from his kiss, panting heavily. "I can't forget..." She whispers hoarsely. "Not even if I tried." Her gaze drops to where their bodies are pressed together, the desire and need clear in

I... I don't know if that's such a good idea, she whispers uncertainly, biting her lower lip as she glances around the room, suddenly self-conscious again. But even as she says it, a part of her wants nothing more than for him to continue touching her like this. She isn't used to feeling so desired; hasn't felt it from Thomas in a long time. The thought of having someone take care of her in such an intimate way... it's intoxicating.

A whimper escapes her lips as he continues to kiss and touch her, making it impossible to think about anything but the way his fingers feel moving inside of her, the heat of his body pressed against hers. She shudders with pleasure, arching her back off the floor once more as she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her. His words ring true; she doesn't want him to stop, even though she knows she should. "Please..." she gasps, meeting his gaze again, a mixture of desire and vulnerability shining in her eyes. "Don't leave me like this..."

With shaking hands, she reaches to begin undoing the buttons on her blouse, revealing her bra beneath. Her heart races as he watches, his gaze traveling down her body and finally coming to rest on her breasts. With a moan of need, she pulls the lace cups aside, exposing her aching nipples to his hungry gaze before tugging the fabric over her head and tossing it aside.

Her breath comes in shaky gasps as he removes his own clothes, revealing a body even more perfect than she imagined possible. She scoots back on the bed, making room for him to join her, and then spreads her legs wide, baring herself completely. Her sex throbs with need, already wet with anticipation of what's to come.

Her cries mingle with the sounds of their bodies moving together, her voice hoarse and breathless as she begs him to go deeper. With each powerful thrust, he fills her up even more, claiming her completely. Her fingernails scratch at his back, leaving trails of blood in the fervor of her need for release. She gasps as he hits something deep inside her, making a moan that sounds achingly primal. "Yes, Daddy," she breathes out, succumbing to the role he demands. Her hips buck up to meet each thrust, her body arching into the sensation of being so completely claimed by him.

Her world narrows down to the feel of his skin against hers, the heat radiating from him filling every inch of her body. She's never felt this alive before; never wanted anyone else but him. The shame and guilt that linger at the edges

Her hips buck up to meet each thrust, her body arching into the sensation of being so completely claimed by him. Her world narrows down to the feel of his skin against hers, the heat radiating from him filling every inch of her body. She's never felt this alive before; never wanted anyone else but him. The shame and guilt that linger at the edges of her mind are forgotten as she gives herself over completely to the pleasure he provides.

Her cries mingle with the sounds of their bodies moving together as he sucks on her nipples, drawing more and more milk from her. The sensation is intensely arousing, making her hips buck even harder against his in a desperate search for release. Her back arches off the bed, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she moans his name, lost in the feeling of being so completely dominated and satisfied.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, sending shudders through every muscle in her body. As she cums, warm liquid flows down between her legs, staining his fingers and spreading across the bed beneath them. With one final thrust, he follows her over the edge, groaning roughly as he releases inside of her.

Their bodies slick with sweat and pleasure, they collapse together on the bed, panting heavily. For now, there's no

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispers after several long moments, her voice shaking with the reality of what just happened. Her fingers trace circles on his back, feeling every ripple and flex beneath her touch. The thought that this can't continue once Thomas gets home brings a wave of shame over her, but she pushes it aside for now, focusing on the warmth and comfort of their post-coital bliss.

His lips brush against her temple, his breath hot against her skin. "Don't thank me yet," he murmurs, words heavy with promise. "There's still so much more I want to do to you." Alana shivers in anticipation, unable to tear her eyes away from his as he looks down at her, his expression both predatory and tender at once.

The bed creaks softly as he rolls off of her, taking her with him into the cro

She follows his lead, eyes locked on him as they lie together on the bed. A part of her wants nothing more than to have this feeling again and again; to be completely possessed and adored by someone like him. But another, smaller voice keeps reminding her that it's not right, that she shouldn't be doing this while Thomas is gone.

As they catch their breath, the weight of their actions pressing down upon them both, she can't help but wonder which part of herself will win out in the end.