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Chiharu found herself glad it was her day off. After spending more than enough time with Arthur today, if she’d had chores… well, she couldn’t possibly have finished them.

Theo had wanted her for something, though she didn’t know what exactly. So she headed for his rooms and knocked softly on the door.

“Theo it's me,” she called through and the door opened almost immediately.

“Took your time, hondje,” He eyed her suspiciously before pushing a briefcase into her hands. “Let's go!”

He left the room and strode past her, door snapping shut.

What? Chiharu trailed after him, confusion plain on her face if only he’d turn back to look. “Theo? Where are we going?”

“Town, obviously, we have some paintings to see.” Art… he wanted her for art? As if reading her thoughts, he threw a smirk over his shoulder. “Expecting something else, knabbeltje?”

She flushed softly, feeling like she’d been caught out, and he only grinned wider. He muttered something but she didn't catch it - Chiharu found herself trailing behind him in his hurry.

When they reached the carriage, he hoisted her up into it as if she weighed nothing and climbed in after her. The door shut with a deafening click and they soon trundled along their way.

Silence swallowed them for a moment before Chiharu realised she still held his briefcase and she pushed it onto the seat beside her.

Theo had sat almost impossibly close, leaving her little room to breathe. She could feel the heat of him pressed up to her side and she relaxed into him, the warmth soothing her still tired muscles.

“Tired, hondje? But you already slept so much today.”

Chiharu glanced up, watching his profile before he turned to meet her gaze with a challenging smirk. As if to say he knew that sleeping had been the last thing she'd been doing. Literally, in actual fact.

“I guess I didn't sleep well last night.” She tried to sound nonchalant, she really did, but heat stole across her cheeks and ruined everything.

“Sure.” Theo hummed, that little, amused smirk still on his lips. He shifted suddenly, body twisting and arm crossing her body to rest by her hip. "So you weren't sat in Arthur's lap with his cock buried in your pussy when I walked into the room?”

She flushed and squeaked at the nip of sharp teeth on her earlobe. “I'm not oblivious, hondje, but don't worry. Do you want to know what I have planned?”

Chiharu didn't have time to reply before Theo pressed the softest of kisses to her lips. “Well, it depends. If I want to punish Arthur, I'll just tie him to that damn chair of his and pound you into his mattress in full view of the smug bastard until you've forgotten every word except my name.”

Chiharu felt her body clench at the idea, heat settling in her core and begging treacherously for more. “O-oh?” She'd meant to sound as though she was feigning intrigue but the question escaped her like a soft breath and Theo chuckled.

“But maybe I need to remind my hondje of her training.” His hand rested on her thigh, perilously close to where her body now craved him, pulsing with need. Even if her clothes put too many layers in the way. “Maybe Arthur and I should remind you of what a mess you can get into when you go along with the git.”

She felt her breath hitch and knew Theo must've heard it. His tongue teased over the shell of her ear and he chuckled, low and alluring. “Is that what you want, hondje? Our cocks straining and desperate for you, for each other, only for us to spill every last drop of our pleasure on your face and breasts."

His fingers slipped beneath her chin and he tilted her head so their eyes could meet. His shone with a dark hunger and she wondered if he’d strike right there and then in the carriage. Theo leant in, his warm breath washing over her as he inched closer.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him, watching her own flustered face reflected in his piercing blue eyes. “Chiharu…” he breathed. His lips brushed hers before he pulled back, putting a reasonable distance between them and a smirk on his lips.

He patted her on the head, ruffling her hair a little roughly. “Down, hondje, we have errands to run first. Be a good girl and wait for us, hmm?”

Chiharu flushed and squirmed but nodded silently, trying to stop herself bucking with the throbbing of blood in sensitive areas. Theo chuckled again. “Just a few, short errands.”

She had the distinct feeling that ‘short’ was a lie but she didn’t think even Theo could hold out for long. Not when Arthur had already had his fill of her. “Short… sure, Theo.”

He grinned. “You know me too well, hondje.”

The carriage lurched on but the rocking was nothing compared to the heat that still burnt just under her skin.