You spotted a jar of candy on the desk when you entered your husband's Home Office. Curious, you popped one into your mouth—and instantly, you were hooked. Sweet, addictive, impossible to stop. Before you realized it, you'd nearly emptied the jar.

A strange warmth began to spread through your body. Your skin felt sensitive. Your heartbeat quickened. Confused, you called out for your Husband.

He walked in, eyes landing on the nearly-empty jar. His expression changed immediately.

“Sweetheart…” he said, voice tight, “did you eat those?”

You gave a small nod, thighs shifting as heat pooled in your core.

His eyes widened. “Those weren’t just regular candies. Even half is enough to—”

You didn’t need him to finish the sentence.

You were already feeling it.

“Baby, what am I supposed to do?” you asked, voice strained with frustration, shifting uncomfortably as the heat built inside you.

He let out a soft chuckle, picking up the jar with only sixteen candies left. “Why would you eat these? Didn’t I warn you?”

“You didn’t!” you protested, your tone turning into a desperate whine.

He sighed and stepped closer, gaze fixed on you. “Well… unfortunately, that feeling’s not going away anytime soon,” he said calmly, his eyes dark with amusement.

He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a whisper. “Unless you tell me what you need… or let me do something about it.”