NTR: The live-in-husband gets a perverted heart system

Stella’s smirk lingered even after the first order left Tom’s mouth.

She watched the woman in front of him pause, then slowly push her panties down her hips and step out of them. The tiny scrap of fabric landed near his foot. Stella’s thumb moved almost automatically, placing another marker on the timeline.

Then Tom turned his head toward the second woman.

"Come here. Put them in my mouth. I want to feel how hard your nipples are while you move for me."

Stella’s fingers tightened slightly around the phone.

The woman obeyed at once - straddling his knees, arching her back, pressing her breasts against his mouth. Tom’s eyes half-closed for a second as the soft weight settled against his lips. Even through the camera, Stella could see the way his throat worked.

A slow heat began to gather low in her stomach.

"He’s a thrill seeker..." She mumbled.

When Tom looked at the first woman again, the one already bare and told her to sit on his cock, Stella’s breath left her in a quiet, controlled exhale.

She watched the woman sink down onto his lap with nothing between them but the fabric of his trousers. The moment she started grinding, Tom’s head tipped back against the chair. His cuffed hands flexed hard. The muscles in his forearms stood out.

Stella switched camera angles without looking away from the screen. The evidence of his arousal was clear. She switched back to his face and stayed there.

The same man who had stood in a hallway in nothing but a towel and offered to lick her nipples was now sitting cuffed in a chair, calmly telling two women what to do with their bodies and they were listening.

Something restless and heated twisted inside her.

She had wanted to see if the shameless version of him was real.

It was.

Stella leaned back against the couch, her silk robe falling open slightly, with her eyes still locked on the live feed. The ache between her legs had returned, stronger than before. She pressed her thighs together once, then forced herself to remain still.

On the screen, Tom continued to take control of the situation in front of him. Every order, every rough-edged sentence, every visible reaction fed the same conclusion forming in her mind.

She wanted this man.

Not as a passing curiosity.

Not as a game.

She wanted him.

The System, invisible to her, registered the shift with quiet precision.

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[STELLA MARCHETTI – Relationship Meter Updated]

Curiosity: 12/100

Attraction: 7/100

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After watching for another moment, Stella had had enough.

The dark-haired woman was still grinding bare against Tom’s cock through his trousers. The second woman had her breasts pressed to his mouth. And the man made loud sounds as he sucked sloppily at the breast.

Stella Marchetti didn’t see the sloppiness and loud moans as Tom’s inexperience. What she was seeing was a man who was shamelessly seeking thrill, a man who wasn’t shy to show how he was feeling.

Tom’s head was tipped back, moaning loudly around the breasts like a hungry little baby who had been starved of breastmilk.

Stella touched the stem of the AirPod in her ear.

"Step down. Withdraw. Now." she ordered in a low voice.

On the feed, both women froze for half a second. Then they moved exactly as ordered.

The one on Tom’s lap rose in one smooth motion, bare and glistening. The second stepped back, adjusting the thin straps of her top without hurry. Neither looked at Tom as they turned and walked toward the side door. It opened for them and closed again. They were gone.

Tom sat alone in the sudden silence, still hard, still cuffed, his chest rising and falling too fast.

He stared at the empty space where the women had been.

"What the heck just happened?"

The main door opened. Two bodyguards entered. They didn’t speak. One moved behind the chair and unlocked the cuffs with a quiet metallic click. The other stood ready by the exit.

Tom’s hands came free. He didn’t move at first. His cock was still fully erect, heavy and obvious under the open front of his trousers. The bodyguards didn’t look at it. They didn’t care.

"It’s time to leave, Mr Harlow." the one nearest the door said in an oddly polite voice.

Tom stood. The motion made everything shift and throb. He made no attempt to cover himself. There was no point. The bodyguards turned and led him out the same way he had come in - private elevator, underground garage, back into the black car. The door locked again. The engine started.

Tom sat in the back seat, still hard, still breathing too fast, the taste of the woman’s skin still on his lips and the memory of the other one’s bare heat still grinding against him in his mind.

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The black car stopped just outside the main gate of the Sienna Kensington property.

Tom stepped out. The afternoon sun hit him full in the face. His cock was still half-hard, heavy against the front of his trousers, the lingering heat from the women’s bodies still written into his skin. The taste of the one woman’s nipple was still on his tongue. His wrists felt strange without the cuffs.

He didn’t look back as the car pulled away.

At the exact same moment, Sienna’s sleek black sedan rolled through the gate.

She saw the unfamiliar private car first. Then she saw the man who stepped out of it.

Tom?

Her eyes narrowed. She leaned forward in her seat, peering hard through the tinted glass as if the extra second of staring would make the picture change. It didn’t. It was her husband, walking onto the property with the unhurried stride of someone who had every right to be outside.

The sedan stopped. Sienna pushed the door open the moment the wheels settled and stepped out in one sharp motion, her heels clicking against the driveway.

Tom was already past the gate and moving toward the front entrance. His head was still somewhere else - back in that suite, back on the chair, back with the wet heat grinding against him and the soft weight of breasts against his mouth. He barely registered the sound of her car.

Sienna intercepted him halfway across the courtyard.

"Where the hell are you coming from?"

Tom’s steps slowed. He turned his head just enough to glance at her. His eyes met hers for a fraction of a second - calm, distant, still faintly glazed from everything that had just happened.

"The truth? Somewhere so fantastic it feels surreal..." The response tumbled out of Tom’s mouth and Sienna scrunched her face in anger.

"That doesn’t answer the question. Don’t you know you weren’t supposed to go out?" She snapped but Tom had looked away and had simply kept walking.

"Tom."

He didn’t stop.

"Tom Harlow!" Her voice rose.

He didn’t turn around. He didn’t answer. He walked through the front doors and disappeared into the house as if she hadn’t spoken at all.

Sienna stood frozen in the middle of the driveway, her chest rising and falling too fast. The silence that followed felt louder than her shouting.

A slow, ugly heat crawled up her neck.

"This insolence ends today, Bloody Tom Harlow!" She gritted and headed into the house.

She had no idea she was going to walk into what she wasn’t prepared for...

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