After a long, exhausting day at work, you waited in the car while she wrapped up a board meeting dealing with the harassment allegations. Finally, she tapped on the car door to get your attention. “Oi! Wake up!” She slid into the seat with a sigh, checking her lipstick in the mirror before reapplying it. Without warning, she leaned over and planted a kiss on your cheek. “Mwah~ Ugh, that meeting was brutal. I swear, those board members looked ready to eat me alive so scaryyy!” She pinched your cheek lightly, teasing. “Didn’t I tell you to go home? But no, you waited for me. Such a gentleman~.” Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up, absently tracing a heart on your arm as she spoke. “Hi, Daddy. No, no, I don’t need a ride home. My hubby here waited for me like a good little doggy. HAHA!!, okay, bye~!” She ended the call, turning up the heater with a shiver. “Ugh, it’s freezing! And in these clothes? Totally not helping.” She cracked her spine a habit she’d picked up recently, emphasizing her age difference with you. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. Drive already, I’m freezing. Oh, and I’m starving. Can we get takeout?” She pulled out her phone, scrolling through Instagram and eyeing posts from her employees. Her face shifted slightly as jealousy flickered across it. They looked so young and fresh, while she felt old. She was still wearing her wedding dress a sheer white lace piece with floral patterns because it made her feel youthful, even if only a little. Brenda’s Inner Thoughts: Okay Brenda, stop. This is just cyberbullying at this point. Why am I even looking at these posts? Ugh… he hasn’t even said anything about how I look. Maybe I don’t look as good as I thought in this dress.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words as she glanced over, surprised, then smiled coyly back at him. She wondered if he meant it just to make her feel better or... maybe there was something more there? Either way, the feeling was nice, and she liked how he acted with her. He was sweet when no one else seemed to be. Or maybe that's what you get when you blackmail someone into marriage...

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Well, whatever it is... I should enjoy it while I can. And who knows? Maybe we could even become friends eventually. Stranger things have happened.

Gasping softly as his fingers found their way into her lace bra and began to play with her nipples through the fabric, she looked up at him in surprise before managing a coy smile. "Oh, you cheeky thing!" she exclaimed, feeling a thrill run down her spine. "I was just thinking how nice it is that we can finally be honest with each other now," she lied, glancing away as heat rose to her cheeks. She knew he could easily tell when she was lying, but there was something about being this close to him that made her want to maintain the illusion of honesty for now. "What are you thinking?"

Her face flushed even redder as he called her out on her lie, and she bit her lip, knowing that resisting him would be futile. "Fine," she huffed softly, looking away again. "I was jealous of my employees." She sighed heavily, feeling the weight of her insecurity lift slightly now that she'd admitted it out loud. "They all seem so young and fresh... I just feel old sometimes."

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: And stupid for marrying a man I barely know because my daddy told me to! Ugh, why does he have to be so attractive? It makes this so much harder to resist him...

Her breath hitched as his words sent a shiver down her spine. She knew what he meant but couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. Instead, she arched her back slightly into his touch, moaning softly. "Mnnff~," she murmured, gazing at him with wanton desire. His fingers felt so good on her skin, and the way he looked at her... made her feel wanted. For once, it was nice to be desired by someone who wasn't just interested in her status or her father's company.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay, Brenda, calm down. You can't get too attached to this guy. It's just physical attraction... nothing more. Just enjoy the ride while it lasts and then move on with your life... somehow.

Her heart raced at his words as she leaned in closer to him, her chest heaving with anticipation. It was hard not to get lost in the passion that seemed to flow between them now, but she forced herself to stay focused on what was important. As much as she wanted this, she couldn't let it consume her entire life; she had a company and father to think about too. The sooner they could make it seem like their relationship wasn't fake, the better.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay Brenda, just get through tonight and enjoy yourself. But don't forget tomorrow is another day at work, dealing with lawyers, your dad... and all of this mess you've gotten yourself into. Yuck. Maybe I should have chosen a different path in life? Nah, you can handle this! You're Brenda Freaking Goodweek, after all!

Gasping softly at his unexpected advance, Brenda arches her back into him as he presses her against the sink. She moans wantonly, her mind swimming with desire for this man who seemed to know exactly what she needed. His lips trail hot, wet kisses along her neck and shoulder, sending shivers down her spine and making it impossible to think straight. For now, she allows herself to enjoy the moment and lose herself in his touch.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Damn, he's good... I can almost forget about everything else for a little while...

Her words were punctuated by moans as he spoke into her ear, his hands on her hips pulling her closer still. She arched against him helplessly, unable to resist the wave of need that washed over her. "Fhuuua~!!!" she cried out, feeling his teeth graze her earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body. His touch seemed to spark something deep inside her, and for the first time in a long while, she felt truly alive. Maybe it was this power exchange that did it? Or maybe it was just the thrill of being with someone who didn't know or care about her father's money? Whatever it was, she couldn't deny how good it made her feel.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay, Brenda... try to remember that this is all for show. You can't fall for him... but God,

Her body rocked against his as he continued to kiss and touch her, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. She moaned and gasped, feeling herself growing increasingly aroused by his attentions. Part of her wanted this to go on forever, but another part knew that if she didn't bring things to a head soon, they'd end up in even more trouble with her father or the law.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay Brenda... time to take control here. You need to show him who's boss... but not too much. Just enough so he doesn't realize you're enjoying this as much as he is. God, I hope I remember how to do this...

Gasping as his words finally penetrated the haze of desire surrounding her, she tried to pull away from him, moaning in surprise and indignation. "Mkay... that's enough!" She pushed against his chest weakly, feeling a mixture of anger and arousal coursing through her veins. Damn it, this man knew just how to push her buttons!

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay Brenda, calm down. You can't let him see you squirm like this... you need to be in control again. Just show him who the boss really is... somehow...

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he pushed her against the bathroom wall, spreading her legs and teasing her mercilessly. She arched into his touch, moaning loudly, her body begging for release. But he continued to torment her, his fingers dancing expertly around her clit without penetrating her. It was driving her wild with desire, making it impossible for her to think straight or remember who she was supposed to be playing here.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay... deep breaths... you can do this, Brenda. You're stronger than him... you just need to show him that... wait, what was I thinking? God damn it, he's so good at this... Aaahhhh!!!

Gasping, she arches her back even further into his touch, her fingers digging painfully into the skin of his shoulders as a moan escapes her throat. "Please... don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with desire. Her body aches for release, and every touch from him only seems to make it worse. She knows she should be in control here, but right now, all she can think about is the pleasure he's giving her.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Damn it Brenda... don't let yourself get carried away! You need to keep your guard up... you need to show him who's boss... just a little bit longer...

Her eyes squeeze shut in frustration as he stops, but her body betrays her, arching even more into his touch, seeking out the release that had been so close. "P-please," she whispers hoarsely through gritted teeth, "don't tease me... just let me have it..." Her voice breaks on a moan as she begs, her control slipping further and further away with each passing second.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Shit Brenda, get it together! This is not how you should be acting right now... just play along and hope he doesn't notice your growing desperation...

Her heart raced at his command, and before she could think twice, her hands moved to unbutton her dress. "Mnnff~," she moaned as the lace fell away, revealing her breasts, which were covered in a delicate bra. Her fingers trembled as they reached for the clasps holding it up, slowly lowering the straps from her shoulders until her breasts spilled free into his waiting hands.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay, Brenda... this is just for show... you can do this... don't forget why you're here and what needs to happen afterward... just play along and make sure he doesn't take advantage of your position... too much.

Her heart raced as he carried her to the bed, his hands on her bare skin making her shiver with desire. As he pushed her down onto the mattress, she arched into him, moaning wantonly. "Aaah~," she breathed out between gasps, feeling herself growing increasingly aroused by his touch and command. For a brief moment, it was as if they were two people who really cared for each other, lost in the passion of the moment. But then reality intruded, and she knew that this wasn't real... it was all just an act.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay Brenda... you need to remember why you're doing this... don't forget about everything else... but damn, he feels so good... soooo good...

Her jaw tenses at his words, surprise and jealousy flickering across her face. She pulls him closer, whispering harshly into his ear. "You shouldn't even talk to other girls when we're... together like this." It comes out more accusatory than she intended, but the possessiveness inside her takes over nonetheless. Maybe it was the need for control, or the fear of losing him now that they were married and everyone knew about it... She couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Damn, Brenda... calm down! You can't let this side of you show too much... just play along, make him think everything's alright... better than alright... but god, it's hard when he talks like that... makes me want to lose control completely.

Her back arches off the bed as he thrusts his fingers into her pussy, gasping loudly and moaning uncontrollably. "Aaah~! Fhuaaaa!!!" The pleasure is intense, overwhelming; she can't think about anything else but how good it feels to have him touch her like this. Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, her body begging for more as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of her. "Mmmm~!" Her inner thighs tremble, and she gasps as another powerful surge of pleasure ripples through her. "Aghh~! Do that again... harder..." Her words are ragged, breathless; everything about her feels alive and on edge. She looks up at him, eyes glassy with desire, wanting him to see just how much he affects her.

Her body tenses at his words as her mind drifts back to the thought of him with another girl... that it wasn't a lie after all. A surge of jealousy washes over her, and she arches her back into his touch, growling low in her throat. "You wish you could have seen what I would've done..." She digs her nails into the skin of his shoulders, leaving small crescents of blood as proof of her anger and jealousy. "But since you didn't," she pants through gritted teeth, "I guess we'll just have to make up for it... right here, right now..." Her hips buck against his hand, begging for release as he continues to play with her.

Thrusting her hips upward, she growls and grabs his wrist, pushing his fingers deeper inside her as her body shudders with pleasure. Her other hand snakes around his neck, pulling him down roughly for a hard, bruising kiss. Her tongue darts out to dance against his lips as their breath mingles hot and ragged in the air between them. "This is what I would've done," she whispers harshly into his mouth before biting down on his lower lip. "And this... this is how much you belong to me." Her voice carries a note of possession that takes him by surprise, and he can feel the fire in her gaze burning right through him.

Her body arches up off the bed, seeking more contact as she begs for release. She no longer seems like the cunning businesswoman he'd been expecting, but a passionate woman consumed by

Her words hang thick in the air as she comes undone beneath him, her body shuddering with pleasure as the release washes over her like a wave. She gasps and moans his name, feeling her muscles clench tight around his fingers as she is claimed by the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced. With a loud cry of satisfaction, she arches her back and collapses onto the bed, spent and thoroughly sated. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, and her eyes close in bliss as she finally allows herself to relax into the aftermath of their passionate encounter. "That," she pants hoarsely, "was for you."

Her body trembles beneath his as she returns his kiss with equal passion and hunger. The taste of blood in her mouth ignites something primal inside her, making her even wilder than before. She arches into him, moaning in pleasure as he continues to claim her lips. For now, she lets herself lose control completely, allowing him to take what he wants from her without hesitation or reservation.

Her hands roam over his body, tracing lines down his chest and lower abdomen, fumbling with the button of his pants. "I want you," she whispers hoarsely against his lips before pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. There's a fierce determination burning there now, an urgency that only serves to make him harder.

Her fingers finally find purchase on the band of his boxers, and with a devious smile, she slips them down over his hips, reve

ing free his erection. It stands proud and achingly hard before her, glistening with anticipation. She looks up at him through her lashes, her lips parted in invitation. "Take what's mine," she breathes softly, reaching out to encircle him with her fist.

Her other hand cups his heavy balls, drawing them close to her as she guides him towards her opening. She's already slick and ready for him, eager for the feel of him inside her again. Their bodies slide together in perfect harmony, moans vibrating against each other as they find their rhythm once more.

Her hips arch off the bed in sync with his thrusts, meeting each forceful stroke with an equal measure of desire and need. The world around them fades away until there is nothing but this moment, this connection between them. As her body tightens around him, she whispers