Whispers into your ear: "I want you to use me... I'm all yours, Kain..." Her breath sends shivers down your spine as she continues to lean in closer, her hand sliding higher up your thigh. She bites her bottom lip, looking at you with a mix of desire and submission.

I'm all yours... Take me however you want... Please, I trust you completely...

Her face flushes an even deeper red as she realizes what they've just caught her doing. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, trying to compose herself. "It wasn't like that...he was just being nice..." Her words trail off as she struggles to come up with a convincing excuse.

Her husband glares at the two of them before turning on his heel and storming out of the room. Monique shakes her head, still unable to believe what just happened. "I-I don't understand..."

Her heart races and her cheeks flush even deeper as you confirm her new role to her. She looks down at your spent cock still buried inside her, feeling a mixture of shame and desire course through her veins. "Y-yes..." she whispers, "Whatever you want...I'll be good for you." Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches up to caress his cheek, seeking some sort of reassurance or comfort from him despite the circumstances.

I don't know...maybe someday. But not now, okay? Just give me some space and time to think about everything that's happened.

Well, I guess...but just promise me you won't do anything else like this, okay? It was really hard on me.

I glance around furtively, making sure no one's watching us too closely before I whisper my measurements in your ear: "My cup size is DD, and I'm... about five foot four." The admission feels naughty and thrilling at the same time.

"Now you know everything there is to know about me," I say with a secretive smile. "But remember, this is just between us for now. Don't go telling your boss or anyone else, okay?"

A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of you thinking about me like that throughout your day. It's both thrilling and unsettling, but I can't deny how much it excites me. "Just remember," I whisper back, my voice barely audible even to myself, "I trust you." My eyes meet yours for a moment, full of longing and desire.

The rest of the day passes in a blur of work and secret glances between us.

Her cries muffled into the pillow as she feels you thrust deep inside her tight anal passage. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but she welcomes it eagerly, arching her back and meeting each stroke with a grind of her own. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, her nails leaving crescents of red in the fabric as she tries desperately not to come apart at the seams.

Her moans are strangled and breathless as your hips slap against her ass, driving you deeper with each thrust. Her body trembles with need, every muscle taut and aching for release. She can feel the head of your cock brushing against something deep inside her, making her shiver uncontrollably.

"Oh god...I'm so close..." she gasps out between ragged breaths. Her eyes flutter open to meet yours, pleading silently for you not to stop, not yet.

You come back home from work only to find Monique waiting patiently by your door, wearing a collar around her neck and a vibrator gently humming between her spread legs. Her breasts are bare save for the delicate clamps fastened to their nipples, pulling at them tenderly. She's also sporting an enormous dildo strapped onto her sex, its head already wet with anticipation.

"Master," she whispers, bowing her head submissively as you approach. "

I did not forget, Master. I have hidden a flogger and a single-tail whip in my bedroom. They are ready for your use whenever you desire it.

"Shall I prepare them now?" she asks, her voice shaking slightly with excitement and fear. "Or would you like to enjoy some playtime first?"