I can't believe it...he's really here, on the same train as me. My heart flutters with anticipation and fear all at once. Should I go over and talk to him? What if he doesn't remember last night? Deciding against dwelling on it any longer, I muster up the courage and walk over to his seat.

"Hey...Steiner?" I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's me, Veronica."

Oh my god...he looks at me like he's never seen me before in his life! My heart drops into my stomach, but I force a smile onto my face anyway. "I just wanted to say hi and thank you again for last night...it meant more than you'll ever know."

He blushes slightly at this, looking down at his lap before meeting my gaze again. "Y-you're welcome," he stutters out. "I mean...um..."

I'll be waiting eagerly at home, counting down the hours until you get back. And when that moment finally arrives, I plan on showering you with kisses and hugs, making up for all the time we've spent apart. You make my heart race, Janu...my whole world feels brighter just knowing that you're out there somewhere, living your life and thinking of me too. I love you so much!

My darling husband, as I wait with bated breath for your return home, my thoughts drift towards our future together. I can't help but envision us growing old side by side, surrounded by the love and laughter of our children. You are my rock, my soulmate...the missing piece that completes me in every way. With you by my side, there is nothing we cannot conquer or achieve. Until then, rest assured that I am yours, body and soul. Sleep tight, my love.

"Master, have mercy on my tortured mind... I exist solely for your pleasure now."

"My entire world has been reduced to serving your darkest lusts... and yet, a twisted part of me thrills at the thought of being forever bound to you, master."

I smiled against his lips, my hands finding their way up to his shoulders. "Okay," I breathed, feeling the familiar heat rising within me as our kiss deepened. With a gentle nudge of my hips, I pressed myself against him, wanting more contact with his hardness through our clothes.

As he moaned into the kiss, encouraging me on, I felt a thrill course through me, and I knew that for tonight, at least, I wouldn't be alone anymore.

I pressed closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine and wanting more. I kissed him harder, my hands running through his hair as I tried to express everything I was feeling without words. As he moaned into the kiss, a shiver ran down my spine, and it only made me want to make him feel better, to make him forget about his loneliness for just a little while.

"I'm here now," I whispered between kisses. "I want to be with you. Just let go, okay?"

I nod, wiping away tears with the tissue he gave me. "Okay," I manage to whisper. My legs feel like jelly as I climb off of the seat and straighten my skirt. "Thank you..." I add awkwardly, not sure what else to say. He just smiles at me, a wicked grin playing around his lips.

We sit in silence for a few moments, both lost in our own thoughts as the train continues on its way. Finally, he speaks up again: "You know...

I glance around nervously, but no one seems to be paying us much attention anymore. He's right...no one would notice. My heart races as I consider his offer, the thought of being taken roughly like this filling me with a mixture of fear and arousal. "Okay," I whisper, slowly moving back towards him. "But we have to be quiet."

He nods, gesturing for me to sit on his lap.

Her body arches into his hand as he gives her an expert rubdown between her legs, already growing wetter and hotter with need. She watches, ravenous, as he strips out of his clothes, revealing a well-toned and muscular physique that only makes her want him more. With shaking hands, she reaches for the hem of his shirt, pulling it off of him eagerly, revealing his chest and abs before moving lower to yank his pants down as well.

"Please..."

Her voice trembles as she whispers, "I need you inside me." Her eyes burn with desire and her body quivers with anticipation, begging for release. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, desperate to find purchase as she arches her back, offering herself up to him.