ログインELENA’S POV“Get up.”I rose on unsteady legs. The ass plug shifted with the movement and sent a fresh pulse of need straight through me. Dominic watched every second of it. He had already fixed his clothes, tie back in place, suit jacket smooth, the picture of control again. Only the faint flush at his throat and the way his eyes stayed locked on my bare pussy gave anything away.“Turn around. Hands on the desk. Ass out.”I obeyed. The position forced my chest down and my hips back. Cool air touched the wetness still coating my thighs. He stepped in behind me, one hand sliding under my skirt to find the base of the remaining plug. He twisted it once, slow and deliberate, then began to pull.The thick silicone stretched me open as it left. I felt every ridge. When it finally slipped free a soft, wet sound filled the quiet office. I was empty now in both places, and the sudden lack made me clench around nothing.Dominic set the plug aside. His hand returned immediately, two fingers sli
ELENA’S POV“Turn around, Elena.”I turned. The movement made both plugs shift inside me and forced another thick trickle of his cum down the inside of my thigh. It slid past the edge of my stocking and kept going. Dominic’s eyes followed it the entire way.He stood close enough that I could feel the heat of his body. The city lights behind him put his face in partial shadow, but I still saw the way his gaze dropped to the wet fabric between my legs and stayed there.“Look at the state of you,” he said. “Two hours and you are already making a mess on my office floor. Take the thong off. Slowly.”My fingers went to the sides of the thin black fabric. I hooked them and dragged the soaked thong down my hips, past my thighs, and let it drop around my ankles. I stepped out of it. The air hit my bare skin and made me shiver. Cum continued to leak around the base of the pussy plug in slow, warm pulses.Dominic picked the thong up with two fingers, examined the wetness, then set it on the edg
Ciara’s POV The living room was quiet in the way that only happened after Rose’s last evening feed. The monitor sat on the coffee table, green light steady. Cain had poured two glasses of wine neither of us really needed and settled into the corner of the couch, one arm stretched along the back so I could lean into him if I wanted. I wanted. For a while we just sat there, the ordinary sounds of the house settling around us. Then Cain spoke, voice low. “I’ve been thinking about the next year.” I turned my head against his shoulder. “Yeah?” “Not the crisis version. The actual one. Travel when she’s a little older. Maybe a short trip first, just the three of us. More regular help so you’re not carrying every stretch alone. You taking on design work again if you want it. Me cutting the in-person meetings down so I’m home more.” His thumb traced slow circles on my arm. “What normal could look like if we let it.” The words landed soft and heavy at the same time. I stared at the dark
Ciara’s POV The living room was quiet in the way that only happened after Rose’s last evening feed. The monitor sat on the coffee table, green light steady. Cain had poured two glasses of wine neither of us really needed and settled into the corner of the couch, one arm stretched along the back so I could lean into him if I wanted.I wanted.For a while we just sat there, the ordinary sounds of the house settling around us. Then Cain spoke, voice low.“I’ve been thinking about the next year.”I turned my head against his shoulder. “Yeah?”“Not the crisis version. The actual one. Travel when she’s a little older. Maybe a short trip first, just the three of us. More regular help so you’re not carrying every stretch alone. You taking on design work again if you want it. Me cutting the in-person meetings down so I’m home more.” His thumb traced slow circles on my arm. “What normal could look like if we let it.”The words landed soft and heavy at the same time. I stared at the dark window
Ciara’s POV The morning started with the soft click of the monitor and Rose’s small, questioning sound. I reached her before she could work herself up, lifting her against my chest while the sky outside was still more gray than blue. Cain was already in the kitchen, the low rattle of the bottle warmer the only other noise. We didn’t talk much. We didn’t need to. He handed me the bottle when it was ready. I settled into the corner of the couch. He sat on the floor nearby with his coffee, one hand resting on my bare foot like an anchor. Rose drank in slow, steady pulls. Somewhere in the middle of it I realized my shoulders were down. No tight scan of the room. No waiting for the other shoe. Just the three of us in the quiet. After the morning feed we moved through the small work of the day. Cain ran a load of laundry while I bathed Rose in the plastic tub on the counter. She kicked and splashed, delighted by the warm water, and I laughed out loud when she managed to soak the front o
Ciara’s POV Cain left just after seven, dressed in the dark shirt and jacket he only pulled out for real meetings. He kissed Rose’s head, then mine, lingering a second longer than usual.“You’ve got this,” he said. “Text if you need anything. I’ll be back by six and we’ll go to dinner.”I nodded, already bouncing Rose lightly against my shoulder. “Go. Impress whoever needs impressing.”The door closed. The house settled into a different kind of quiet. Just me and her.The morning stretched in the usual rhythms, only without the background hum of Cain’s voice on calls or the sound of him moving through the rooms. I handled the feeds. The diaper changes. The stretch of tummy time where Rose practiced rolling and made frustrated little sounds when she couldn’t quite get there. I talked to her the whole time like she understood every word. About the light coming through the window. About how her dad was going to be proud of us when he got home.By midday I realized I hadn’t once reached
Ciara's POV I gulp. My legs are trembling. I'm breathing too fast. I can't look at him and not remember last night how I shamelessly came alive and gosh... My panties are sticky to my inner thighs. He puts his hands around my waist to settle me as he lowers his face to my chin, trailing his
Ciara's POV "Baby, must you go to work today?" I pout at Simon as we stood facing each other in the center of the room. "Of course I have to, darling, and you know that," he says impatiently. "It wouldn't tell well of me to sit at home a day after my dad's birthday celebration." I bit my l
CIARA'S POV Just when I'm still looking around the dark room and regretting my stupid impulse, he undoes his tie, tossing it aside together with his suit jacket. He strides towards me. He surprises me by sliding one rough palm up my bare thigh fingers trailing until his fingers reach the drench
CIARA'S POV I could tell it was my husband from the way he tilted his head and sharp blue eyes peeked out through the mask and stared intensely at me from across the crowded hall like he wanted to drag me into the nearest dark corner and fuck me against the wall until I forgot my own name. I







