“Ow!”
My legs were effortlessly separated by a tug, and he maintained his hold on my ankles until my inner thighs met, surpassing the extent to which I had initially opened them.
“Hmm, ugh.”
“Did you give yourself an enema?”
He inquired, lifting my waist to reveal the gap between my ass cheeks, his tone carrying a hint of astonishment as he glanced upward.
“If you did, do it right. You’re so swollen.”
His firm fingertips pressed over my swollen opening.
In that instant, I thrashed about, resembling someone in the throes of a seizure. I contorted my rigid body, attempting fervently to break free, feeling a sharp ache in one ankle twisted within his grasp. As I endeavored to crawl up the bed, his hold on my leg grew firmer. He shifted his weight onto my resisting upper body, firmly immobilizing me.
My breathing became difficult.
“I can’t, I can’t… please, stop, just let me stop–.”
“I offered you that opportunity before.”
The voice was resolute, allowing no space for debate. I fought with all my strength. The ringing in my ears echoed sharply within my vacant mind.
It didn’t register with me that I had walked to this place using my own legs. My purpose here slipped from my mind. A spinning fist forcefully struck his shoulder with great impact. In a swift movement, he seized my wrists and positioned himself atop me. I glimpsed a chillingly cold expression in his eyes before they shut.
“No, please, don’t…”
“Be quiet.”
He covered my open mouth with his palm, pressing down firmly. Both my wrists were encircled and restrained above my head. My attempts at speaking were stifled against the firm, warm inside of his hand. Despite my struggles, I couldn’t overcome the strength and weight pressing down on me. I exerted all my might, but it was futile. My strength waned, unable to resist any longer.
In a moment of realization, an indistinct but overwhelming fear enveloped me, akin to plummeting from a great height. My entire body tensed and became motionless, as if I were lifeless.
The hand covering my mouth was lifted, and as I fell silent abruptly, I sensed his gaze traveling from my closed eyelids to my face.
After a prolonged silence that felt endless, he spoke.
“It appears you tend to overrate your capabilities, Mr. Lee.”
The tight grip of his fingers on my wrist eased. My hand pulsated with heat as blood rushed back into it.
“Or perhaps, you’re viewing me quite favorably.”
His voice lacked the earlier clear anger, sounding flat. I shuddered, withdrawing from him, my trembling fingers clutching the sheets.
“Whatever occurred today, I hope it’s not something you’ll regret.”
The mattress creaked, signaling his movement. Then came the dry rustle of clothing. The metallic noises of buckles and zippers echoed as he dressed. I buried my quivering breath into the sheets. Gradually, like a silent receding tide, the intense fear diminished bit by bit. Yet, on the exposed shore, what he might call impatience and what I’d call regret still lingered.
“…Team Leader.”
He pivoted. Securing the final button on his shirt, he retrieved his jacket, sliding it on. His lengthy, gray coat hung over a nearby chair. Five seconds passed, then ten. Soon, he would open the door and depart, and that would mark the end of it all. I sensed the chill of finality slipping away, elusive as straw, slipping through my grasp.
“Team Leader, it’s….”
With each blink, his composed, icy countenance alternated between clarity and blur. I parted my lips, unsure of what I intended to express.
“I, um, if I just had a little time, I could…”
“I doubt time’s on your side.”
His tone was devoid of emotion as he interrupted me, not bothering to glance my way.
“And I don’t see a reason why I should.”
He pocketed the lighter resting on the table. I shrugged into my coat and grabbed my briefcase from its place against the chair. With a determined effort, I pressed my lips together and pushed myself upright.
An uncorked wine bottle sat abandoned on the table. His glass, still holding the dark liquid, remained untouched.
“Team Leader.”
He halted at the doorway, his hand almost reaching for the doorknob. Irritation flashed across his gaze as he glanced back at me, one final time.
“I can manage it. I will. Just one more time, please…”
I couldn’t muster another word.
The man, appearing ready to leave and open the door, released a brief sigh. His eyes shut and reopened as he turned towards me, exposed and seated on the bed.
“If I grant you another opportunity now, I won’t intervene if you decide to quit midway. Is that clear?”
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“Yes, I understand.”
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I awkwardly rose from the bed, struggling to conceal my nakedness as I took hesitant steps. Keeping a distance of about a meter between us, I slowly bent my knees and settled down. The carpet’s coarse fibers pricked my skin.
“Move closer.”
He instructed, his tone devoid of sarcasm, dry and matter-of-fact.
I reduced my pace to a crawl, moving on my knees until I reached his feet and halted. Sensing his gaze on the top of my head, it felt as if I were an entity distinct from humanity, perceiving the world from an unfamiliar vantage point. From there, I observed the folds in his black suit trousers, juxtaposed against the white of the hotel room—a stark contrast of colors.
“Open my zipper, pull out my dick, and touch it.”
He spoke in a husky tone, and it wasn’t until his words echoed in my ear that I grasped the intensity behind them. With a trembling hand, I reached out and touched the front of his trousers. My fingers fumbled with his belt buckle; he leaned back and waited without a word of urgency.
As soon as the zipper was down, the flesh that had been pushing up his underwear slipped through the fabric with a bounce.
Dizziness overwhelmed me, leaving me reeling. I frantically retreated, hastily wiping my hands on the floor where I had made contact as it rebounded away. The black bulge in his pants was hideous, vicious.
I heard his short laugh overhead.
“Are you out of your mind?”
“Ugh, ugh….”
I couldn’t discern if it was a sob or a wave of nausea, but it swirled dizzily within me behind closed lips.
“No time for complacency now.”
“…Urgh!”
A forceful hand seized the back of my head. As I pulled my hand away, my head jerked back, and my chin was forcibly lifted. It was an unfamiliar pain, threatening to tear my hair if I resisted any more.
I tensed, holding my breath, as he spoke with a voice that made my jaw clench.
“How can I make you understand this is serious?”
“…”
“Do you want me to hit the back of your head, huh?”
The face I gazed up at wasn’t the typical one you’d see in a well-lit corporate hallway or elevator. It bore an expression slightly deviating from the norms of normalcy. At that moment, I grasped without a doubt that he was capable of following through.
Pure fear blurred my vision. Sensing the imminent danger, my body instinctively lurched forward. The head of his penis was in his rounded hand.
The throbbing flesh was searing hot and hard. He clumsily curled his fingers around it, and the thick shaft wriggled like a living creature. It was disgusting. I sobbed and cupped the heavy penis with both hands, cradling it in my arms.
The hand that let go of my back hair came forward and clamped over my mouth.
“Stop it. It’s loud.”
“Ugh.”
My tears dripped onto the back of his hand. The more I groped, the more his penis grew, swelling like a monster. The palm of my hand felt numb and covered in sticky fluid. A fishy odor assaulted my nostrils.
A lump of sorrow rose in my throat. I leaned back as far as I could and continued to stroke the elongated pole, which I couldn’t reach with both hands. I groped and rubbed, desperate in my own way, against the thickly veined surface. Over my head, he sighed.
“I expected it, but it’s really….”
“Mmm, mmm, mmm….”
“How long will you keep at this until old age catches up with you?”
I gritted my teeth, pushing the words out, feeling the warmth build at the corners of my eyes. Blinking back tears, I met his composed gaze. The tears welling up faded away at the edge of my eyes.
“I’m sorry…”
“…….”
“I’m not sure how to handle this…”
The yearning to excel at it felt suffocating. I wished fervently for a swift end to it all.
“Practice for next time; I’ll be back….”
I was left speechless. Gradually, my blurred vision began to clear.
It lasted only a moment. With another blink, the faint curve of his lips tightened once more. Leaning back slightly, he spoke in an even tone.
“Stand up.”
My knees were sore. Though I hadn’t knelt for long, my thigh muscles had tensed and tingled. I staggered to rise, and he reached out to support me. A sizable hand enveloped my shoulder and effortlessly spun me around, reminiscent of handling a child.
“Go sit on the bed.”
I somehow managed to shift myself in the direction he nudged. My wobbly knees hit the end of the bed, and I spun around and sat upright.
“Like this, huh?”
My knee was red with carpet marks. Still leaning against the door, he shook his head slowly.
“Like you were sitting earlier. Or better yet, climb up and sit with your legs apart.”
I dragged my heavy body up onto the bed. As I spread my legs as before, he straightened up and approached me, the collar of his well-cut shirt standing up. Even with his throbbing black penis peeking out of the front of his open pants, he was as unflappable and unruffled as if he were in business.
I wondered if he was going to sit in the chair like before, but then he walked over to the bed. He went around my tense back and climbed onto the bed. The sheets creaked under his weight.
“Stay still.”
He stopped me from turning, pulling my body between his legs, which were still spread apart.
His legs intertwined with mine, pinning me down so I couldn’t get up. An arm wrapped around my waist, something hot and hard pressed against my bare back. The dry fabric of his shirt. It was the palm of his hand.
“…You’re shaking as if you’ve got pneumonia.”
His words resonated between our bodies in close contact. Evidently, he sensed my anxious quivering too. I struggled to take in a breath I had been holding. I sensed something warm and firm pressing against my bare backside. Despite my efforts to move away, the arm gripping tightly around my waist refused to release its hold.
“If you don’t come from your ass, I won’t put it in.”
He said gravely from behind my back.
“Stop squirming, it’s not helping.”
“…Really, no….”
I was afraid to turn my head. I couldn’t see his expression, so I couldn’t tell.
“Seriously, you don’t….”
My voice trembled. I sensed the heated tip of the pole pressing between my strained buttocks, my muscles clenching involuntarily against the sturdy forearm across my stomach, providing my only anchor.
“Look at me.”
He leaned over, tapping my chin gently with his finger. Tears welled up as soon as I turned to meet his gaze. Frowning slightly, he dabbed at the corners of my eyes with his fingertips.
“What did you do to deserve this?”
“…Urgh….”
“Don’t you think I deserve better? I haven’t done anything, and your face looks like you’ve endured everything from insults to physical assault.”
A hand swept across his tired eyes, brushing the tip of his reddened, swollen nose. His well-groomed fingertips felt tepid against my skin as I blinked back tears, avoiding his gaze. He lifted my chin with his index finger, prompting me to look up.
“We could end it now, without your involvement.”
I couldn’t discern if he was serious.
“If you heed my advice.”
“…”
I nodded unconditionally, keeping my mouth shut. A light smirk crossed his face.
“Keep your hands on my knees, both of them. If you let go, I’ll spank you.”
I barely let go of the hand holding his arm. His knees rested on the outside of my thighs on either side of me. Carefully, I placed my palm over them, as if gripping a doorknob. My palm was slippery against the smooth fabric. My heart raced up my throat.
Then he released my chin, letting the back of his head rest against the nape of my neck, and reached forward to grab my cock.
“Hmph!”
He raised the lifeless object onto his palm, seeming to assess its weight. Using his other hand, he lightly flicked the shaft in a playful manner. My body reacted abruptly, as if in a seizure. The hand gripping his knee tightened significantly. If he hadn’t been observant, he might have overlooked it. I sensed firm bone beneath the fabric. It should have been painful, but he remained silent.
My legs were crushed between his, and my hands were locked together because of what he had said. Completely trapped, without a single rope, I had to endure his hands cupping my genitals at will. He held my pole upright and squeezed the tip playfully. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat.
“A good-looking cock.”
“Mm, hm.”
“Straight at the base. And a good size.”
He squeezed mine a few times, as if sizing it up, then let go. His hands were large and firm. I gripped his knees desperately, feeling like I’d crush them if I exerted more force. His perfectly pressed pants crumpled into a mess in my wet palm.
“I’m going to teach you, so watch and learn. I want you to memorize where I touch you, where it feels good, how hard I rub you to get a response.”
“Hmph, hmph-.”
“Why. Here?”
He rubbed his firm thumb over the underside of my glans, pressing into the indentation. The rest of his fingers gripped the shaft and stroked it gently. His hand slipped between my wide-open legs, and he stroked my inner thigh with a hot palm.
I gripped his knees tightly and flailed, my body bouncing and jerking with every movement of his hand. I didn’t care where or what felt good. Strange patterns kept passing inside his closed eyes.
Eventually, he stroked his stiffening penis once and let it go. The air was cold against his flaccid penis. His throat moved uncontrollably, as if in thirst, and his breath came in ragged gasps.
I opened his mouth to say something, anything. Something like a plea reached the tip of his tongue. Before I could, his hot hand closed around my cock again. Slowly, with firm, long fingers, he stroked and gently rubbed.
Sticky fluid leaked from the tip of my glans, coating his hand and dripping onto my shaft. Each time his hand moved up and down, it made a loud crackling sound that made my ears tingle. As I continued to shake my head, he pressed the tip of his chin to my shoulder. The skin was hot where it touched.
“Oh, no, no, no, hmmm, ugh….”
“You feel so good when I touch your cock, it makes you want to come.”
His breath was hot against my ear. His voice was low and raspy as it echoed through my body. My buttocks felt like hot blades rubbing against each other. I tried to pull herself up, but it was no use.
“You’ll have to ask my permission before you come.”
“Hmph, ah….”
“Got it?”
The words echoed and I could barely hear them. I couldn’t stand it, so I turned my head and rubbed my cheek against his bare chest. Hot lips touched the nape of my neck, and I bit down painfully.
“Ah, no, mm, hm.”
A hot palm cupped my bursting testicles, then moved down to gently scrape my perineum with her nails. At the same time, the wet hand wrapped around his shaft rubbed the tip of his glans viciously. There was an explosion in my head.
When I came to, it was after he had unceremoniously let go of my flaccid penis. White fluid splattered ubiquitously on the inside of his spread thighs, the sheet, his hands and forearms.
He caught my wrist, which had somehow slipped off his lap and was flailing in the air.
“I thought I told you not to come.”
“…….”
“I also told you not to come without my permission.”
“I told you not to fight without my permission.” He said in a flat voice that sounded oddly calm.
“I’m supposed to be teaching you from A to Z, and you’re not listening.”
If it weren’t for the grip on his wrist, I wouldn’t have known he was angry.
“Team Leader…”
“This is why you are of no use to me.”
The slackened corners of my eyes slowly heated up at the unconcealed irritation. It was a lying bitterness.
He let go of my wrist and gripped my shoulders tightly to turn me around. It was a clerical touch, like he was taking care of an overdue task.
I kept my mouth shut and followed his lead, fumbling for his cock. I wrapped both hands around the erect shaft, which was hard enough to touch my stomach. I clumsily, desperately replicated what I remembered him doing to me.
In reality, it couldn’t have been that long. He swatted my slipping fingers away with the back of his hand in annoyance. He wrapped his long fingers around the pole a few times, shook it, and ejaculated with a low groan. Thick white fluid ran down my hand and up my arm.
“…”
He set the box of tissues down in front of me as I sat dazedly in place. When I looked up, he’d already wiped his wet penis and tucked it back into his pants. After zipping up his zipper and fixing his tie, he looked like he was ready to go to work.
Throwing on his coat, he looked like a boss again and gave me one last look before heading out the door.
“If you’re tired, go wash up and get some rest.”
I shook my head wordlessly. He picked up his bag without further admonition.
“On Monday, you can come straight to the fourth floor, just make sure you’re not late.”
“…Okay.”
“I hope you’re at least as competent in the office as you are in bed.”
He spoke in a serious, humorless tone. He seemed genuinely earnest. I lowered my head, unable to offer the usual reply.
Footsteps echoed distantly. The door shut with a precise click, prompting me to rush to the bathroom. I stared at the still water in the toilet bowl and retched. Despite my efforts to force something up from my stomach, only sour remnants emerged.
So… Obviously awful experience.
BUT what exactly was he expecting to happen?
He did actually consent, even if it was with power imbalance.
yes, the bottom does realize it so he cannot say anything against it sadly! it gets better and the bottom gets used to it as the story goes…!
He hated the whole expirience but he still chose that path himself. Still don’t understand why but it will probably be revealed later.
Thank you for the chapter!