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Jeonghan didn’t need to raise his voice to be terrifying. He just leaned back in his chair, legs spread, sleeves rolled up, watching Seungcheol fumble with the folder.
The contract inside didn’t matter. Not really. He’d signed over more than his time the moment he agreed to be Jeonghan’s assistant.
“You missed a page,” Jeonghan murmured, tapping the final sheet with the back of his pen. “Sign it.”
Seungcheol swallowed. “This wasn’t part of the— ”
Jeonghan stood.
Leather creaked.
Cheol froze as Jeonghan walked behind him, slow and unhurried. A hand wrapped around his neck—possessive, cold, ringed fingers pressing gently at first. Then tighter.
“You’re mine from nine to six,” Jeonghan whispered against his ear. “And I’ve been generous, haven’t I? Keeping my hands off. Letting you think you had boundaries.”
His other hand slid beneath Cheol’s shirt, palm grazing his stomach. Seungcheol sucked in a breath, shame rising fast— he was already half-hard. Just from Jeonghan’s voice. From being touched like he was property.
“You wore that stupid slacks on purpose today.” Jeonghan chuckled darkly. “You wanted me to snap, didn’t you?”
“On your knees.”
There was no fight left in him. Just heat, humiliation, and a trembling ache in his gut.
He knelt.
The floor was cold. Jeonghan’s zipper wasn’t.
“You don’t need a pen, sweetheart,” Jeonghan murmured, fisting his hair as he pressed himself against Cheol’s lips. “You can sign it with your tongue.”
The zipper moved slow, deliberate— Jeonghan liked making Seungcheol wait.
The knot of the silk tie was tight around Cheol’s wrists, looped twice and pulled high behind his back to make his chest strain. It wasn’t enough to cut off circulation, but it wasn’t gentle either. Jeonghan made sure of that.
“Mouth open, sweetheart,” he cooed, cruelly sweet. “Don’t make me say it twice.”
Seungcheol’s jaw trembled as he obeyed. It wasn’t just the fear. It was the fact that part of him liked it— liked the leash, the heat of Jeonghan’s voice dripping down his spine, liked being nothing more than a toy between his boss’s thighs.
“God, you’re disgusting,” Jeonghan murmured, fisting the back of Seungcheol’s head and guiding him forward. “You practically ran to your knees. You want to be used, don’t you?”
Cheol moaned when Jeonghan’s cock slid against his tongue, thick and hot, dragging over his taste buds like ownership. Jeonghan didn’t bother giving him time to adjust. He never did.
“Deep breath,” he warned, then shoved in.
Seungcheol choked, hard. His nose hit Jeonghan’s pelvis, eyes watering instantly, throat spasming around the intrusion. But Jeonghan only groaned like it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.
“That’s it,” he hissed, rocking his hips. “Fucking gag for me. Sloppy little office pet— don’t pretend you’re anything else.”
Tears spilled fast down Seungcheol’s cheeks, spit pooling at the corners of his lips as Jeonghan set a ruthless rhythm.
“Did you think being obedient would make me nice?” Jeonghan laughed breathlessly. “No, baby. I reward obedience by fucking your throat raw.”
The sound of wet sucking echoed in the office— obscene and endless. Jeonghan kept going, hips snapping, cock coated in drool, until Seungcheol’s nose was red and his lips swollen.
His eyes pleaded, but he didn’t pull away.
Eventually, Jeonghan slowed. Not because he was merciful but because he wanted to watch.
He pulled out just enough to let Seungcheol breathe, stroking himself with a smirk as he looked down at the ruined man on the floor.
“You like the taste of power, huh?” he said lowly, dragging his thumb across Cheol’s slicked-up lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll feed you until you forget your own name.”
He smeared precum across Seungcheol’s cheek and added, “Get on the desk. Face down. I want to fuck the obedience into your spine next.”