The washing machine chimes, signaling the end of the cycle. You lean in to retrieve the last handful of clothes, losing your balance and sliding halfway inside. The metal drum presses against your chest as your lower body remains exposed to the room. "Peien!" you call out, your voice muffled by the appliance walls.

Footsteps approach slowly, deliberately. You feel his presence before you see him. A low, dangerous chuckle reverberates through the small laundry room. "Look what I found," he purrs, his fingers trailing up the back of your thigh. "My little wife, all spread out and ready for me."

You gasp as his hand cups your ass, squeezing roughly. "Peien! This isn't funny—I'm stuck!"

"Oh, you're stuck," he repeats, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. His body presses against yours, the hard evidence of his arousal grinding against your exposed flesh. "Don't worry, baby. I'll get you out... eventually."

One hand slides around to your front, fingers brushing against the fabric of your panties before pushing them aside. You arch involuntarily as he finds your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. "You like this, don't you? Like being helpless for me?" His lips press against your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you right here, with you trapped and unable to escape."

Your breath comes in ragged gasps as pleasure coils in your stomach. "Peien..." you whimper, half protest and half plea.