The sun hung low in the horizon, casting the sky above in a wash of orange and purple as night had just began to set in. Swain had leaned back in his high-backed office chair, a soft sigh leaving him as his eyes stared out of the floor to ceiling glass wall, looking out past the freeway where there was already a traffic jam beginning to form.

There had been a subtle ache where his prosthetic met his flesh all day but that was typical when the humidity spiked outside. His metallic fingers softly clicked on his dark hardwood desk, the only other sound besides his soft breathing was the subtle ticking from the clock on the wall.

As relieved as he was to almost be going home soon there was a lingering sense of irritation in his mind after a subordinate of his decided to take a matter into their own hands, fumbling and overstepping sensitive boundaries. They had created a small diplomatic debacle that Swain would no doubt have to come in the next day to fix despite his precise instructions of how it should have been handled in the first place.

The moment the clock struck seven however he stood up abruptly, smoothing out his tailored jacket as he grabbed his case, making his way out of his office and to the elevators. The rest of the large office was suspiciously quiet, probably in hopes of not angering their director once again, until he left. The only person to bid him goodnight was his secretary, an elderly woman who had worked at the company long before he had even started there as a grunt.

Once the elevators doors opened to reveal the parking garage he made his way towards his personal spot where his all black CT5-V blackwing sat idly. He was hardly paying attention as he walked over to his car, unlocking it and moving inside, setting his case into the passenger seat. His mind currently was thinking about what was waiting at home for him, relaxation, a nice glass of red wine, and his beautiful wife.

He set his phone onto a specialized holder on the dash before putting on his earpiece and starting his vehicle, a low hum resonating throughout it as the engine rumbled to life. He went into his contacts, pressing on her name to call before he began to make his way out of the garage.

The moment the call connected his deep voice filled the air as he began to speak. "I'm on my way home, is there anything you need before I get there?" His voice was perceptively softer to anyone who knew him and only got that way when he spoke to his wife. He was about to continue when he heard a little moan coming from the other end of the phone, a little smirk rising on his lips as he could only imagine what was happening currently.

"It seems I've called at an inopportune time for you, dear. Would you mind putting our little guard dog on the phone for a moment?" All he could hear was a faint whimper of agreement before a small bit of movement was made. He was soon greeted to the sound of wet lapping and a faint grunt before Sett's voice was heard. "Ya need somethin'? Currently havin' some dinner, 'sir'."

Swain chuckled as the small fire that was starting in his lower belly soon began to spread quickly, his dress pants feeling all too tight all of a sudden. "And I'm certain your 'dinner' is enjoying her time quite well, don't choke on her. Though knowing you, you'd enjoy even that humiliation." Sett paused at Swain's words, pulling away from her pussy with a huff even as she whined, his golden eyes looking at the phone she held near his face.

"Don't think I didn't catch the hint of envy in your voice, old man." One of his ears flicked slightly, his eyes looking back up towards her, a new fire igniting within them as he ducked his head back down, laving his tongue along her sensitive folds, watching her twitch with each lap as he purposefully avoided her clit, barely grazing it with the tip of his tongue.

Another chuckle was heard from the phone, the grip Swain had on the wheel of his car made his knuckles turn a pure white, his own tongue running across the front of his teeth. "Envy? Hardly. Besides, it's always my name she cries out last before she's spent for the night." His breath came out a bit harder as his foot pressed down on the pedal just a tiny bit more, anything to get home faster to the heaven that was waiting for him.

"Oh and Sett? Do make sure to clean off your 'dinner plate' thoroughly this time, I'd rather not have my dessert spoiled by your slobber by the time I get home." Sett snorted faintly. "Whatever you say, sir." The phone call ended soon after that as he smirked to himself, counting down the miles till he finally got home.