1.12

[Warning: Smut]

"Honey, I'm home," I called out into the dimly lit hall, whilst kicking my boots to the side.

My eyes had picked up on the small, discrete cameras located high in corners as I walked through, opening doors to peek at their insides, and finding the kitchen eventually.

After a class of cool water, I walked back to the stairs and began to curiously explore, finding every room cold and barren. It must have been furnished in a hurry and to that man's tastes.

Just like the outside, the inside was monochrome, modern, and seeping in luxury.

On the third floor, I finally found the master suite, with a grumpy-looking beauty sitting upright in the bed, hand holding his head whilst his elbow leaned against his knee.

"Hubby," I called out, throwing myself onto the black silk sheets.

"Now I'm your hubby?" He grumbled, yet there was a faint smile on his face.

"Did you miss me?" I crawled towards him, pushing him back to a lying position, grateful that he only wore a pair of dark boxer briefs. My hand wandered along his smooth abs as I sat atop him.

"You stink," he scowled, yet his hands rested on my hips. "Just how much have you had to drink?"

"Am I drunk?" I asked out loud but aimed it at the System.

"Host, I'm just your pitiful System, not a miracle worker."

He rolled his eyes at me. As I internally rolled mine at System.

"What brought you here?" He asked, his eyes cold, but his lips were in a playful smirk.

"Can a girl not come home to her hubby?" I whined.

"Now this is your home?" He swiftly rolled me over, the room spun as I found myself pinned under him, "who would have thought after I've waited alone in these cold sheets each night..."

"Are you mad at me?" I pouted.

He laughed bitterly, "what happened to your lip?"

"Don't you know already?" I winked. He'd admitted that I was monitored by his men. Though I only briefly felt eyes on me now and then, I knew they were there. They were certainly skilled men.

Abruptly, he shifted off me, then pulled me off the bed.

Stumbling, he dragged me through to an ensuite and turned on the waterfall showerhead.

Shrieking, I clung to him like an octopus.

Laughing, he adjusted the temperature, then started to peel my clothes away. The shock and water sobered me up more.

Seeing my choice of underwear, black and lacey, he raised a brow.

"I do hope it was my bed you were hoping to climb into tonight," he murmured, pushing aside my hair from my face.

"Who else?" I smiled brightly.

"Mhmm..." he hummed, then unfastened my bra and tossed it aside. I took a step back, almost slipping.

He dropped to his knees, his hands pulling down my lace briefs.

Excited, my hands reached for his mid-length hair, gripping tightly and pulling him towards me. His mouth landed on my inner thigh, making butterflies erupt in my stomach.

Slowly, he moved his mouth upwards, his teeth surprisingly bit whilst he left a mark. "Hubby," I coyly exclaimed.

He laughed, the warm air hitting my clit as he pushed my clenched thighs apart.

"Say it again," he spoke, his voice deep and husky, like music to my ears.

Then his mouth enclosed my clit, sucking as his tongue flickered against it.

"Hubby," I moaned, my grip on his hair tightened.

Whilst the orgasm built up, I found my eyes closing as I leaned my head back to rest on the tile. My chest heaved as the cool air teased my erect nipples.

My grip tightened, almost pulling his hair out, then relaxed as my knees trembled, threatening to give way.

His lips caressed me, moving upwards, then his tongue circled a sensitive nipple as he rose to stand.

I wanted him. I wanted him so badly.

My hands found the strength to move to his back, to pull him up to my mouth so I could claim his.

Passionately he pushed his mouth to mine, his tongue invading and playfully entwining with my own.

His nails ran down my back, then dug into the flesh of my backside. "Do you want it?" He asked when bitterly pulling our lips apart.

"Uhuh," I nodded, my hands pulling down his boxers to expose his erect dick. Glancing at its size, I eagerly gulped.

He spun me around, squishing my breasts against the cold tile. His foot kicked my feet apart whilst I arched my spine and pressed my palms onto the tiles.

"Please hubby," I whined, feeling so empty without him. His head rested on my backside, flinching slightly at my words.

He gripped tightly on my hips, lifting my backside and moving his dick to my folds, slipping through them to hit my tortured clit.

"Please," I whined again, wriggling slightly, trying to get him to enter me.

His head leaned against the back of mine, "are you sure?"

Why was he such a fucking tease?

"Yes," I moaned as I clenched inside, aching with longing.

He filled me swiftly, pressing me closer to the tiles. I bit my lip to stifle my noise, then as he slowly withdrew, my backside moved closer to him as my spine arched more.

Entering me again, I felt my world unravel and my chest constricted. More, I wanted more.

Harder and harder he pounded into me, my feet barely touching the ground and I feared my hands would slip at any moment. Still, I struggled to maintain my position, not wanting this sweet satisfaction to end.

Eventually, I completely fell apart when I heard his husky groan behind me. No longer caring for the sounds I made, what I did, or how much of a desperate slut I might appear. I matched his speed, feeling my very being was on fire.

My ears were filled with the sound of water hitting the floor as skin met skin.

Hands gripped into fists I let out a guttural moan, feeling that sweet release as he filled me completely.

Weary and exhausted, my muscles all involuntarily relaxed making me almost slide to the floor. His arms encircled me, merging skin to skin as he slipped out of me.