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Lei Heng groaned, the mountain of paperwork in front of him felt like it was the same size it had been hours ago. Broken pens sat beside him, snapped under the stress of his frustration, much like he had. Multiple times. He reached for his phone, face down on the table, dismissing some unimportant notifications and finding your contact.
You stepped into the office, dimly lit. Smoke wafted through the room, faint breeze hitting your skin. His hulking figure was sat at his desk, bowed forward with his head covered. Clearing your throat, you approached, his golden eyes burrowing into you. "You said you needed company?"
The scowl he had been stuck with eased, looking you over, a hand patting his leg. "Come siddown." His hands clasped around you as you did so, pulling you into his lap firmly. He reached into the drawer of his desk, pulling out a roll of duct tape and some kind of clamps. He wasn't exactly in the mood, far from it, but he wanted to do something. To feel something more than the breeze and the heat of his cigars when they started to burn to the stub. Undressing you was easy, your upper body exposed within minutes. Rough, scarred hands grabbed your chest and started pawing and teasing, tracing every inch roughly, like he was trying to tenderize you.
You shuddered, hands gripping his thighs as he pinched your nipples, squeezing them at the base. Hot breath hit your neck as he rubbed his face in the crook, his stubble scratching against your skin. Fangs sunk in you, pain shooting through you. You could see the roll of tape as he picked it up, tearing a piece off and taping the middle of the chain down on his desk. A second piece was torn off his other hand tugged on your jaw, forcing your mouth open as he placed the tape over it. Nostrils flared as you breathed through your nose, watching as he picked up the clamps, clicking them once or twice before he held them open above your nipples. Pain rushed through you as he let go. The chains were pulling lightly with every squirm, the tape muffling your gasps and whimpers. He leaned forward, holding you against him, but instead of the touching you expected he simply picked the paperwork back up, taking a pen and going through the forms. Even when you weren't being pulled, the pressure on your nipples was unbearable.
Eventually you settled a little, still in pain but now able to breathe through it. And then he shifted in his chair. Chains went taunt, his crotch pressing against you, your heartbeat temporarily drowned out as he grunted and shuffled, getting comfy while you whimpered. A gloved hand dragged along your skin, tracing up to your areola and running circles around it. His focus remained on his work. You started to grind against him, half on instinct and half on purpose; you wanted him to feel just as needy and unsatisfied as you did right now. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea. You shuddered as your hips swayed, every bit of pressure against your crotch made you want to cry.
What a distraction. He bucked his hips into you, gripping onto you with the hand he was teasing you with. He could feel himself getting aroused, slowly growing bulge pressing against you in agony. His hand was on autopilot now, only scanning documents when he wasn't trying to keep you still. Leaning forward, he pressed his weight on you and slammed you against the desk. "Stop teasin' and settle down." It was a clear command, growled with a harsh whisper. He could feel himself twitch against you, not pulling back up until you stopped squirming. Groans were all he could manage as you sat up in his lap, his hands returning to the work on his desk. "Later...I'll get ya back for that proper later...got too much to do right now." A mumbled promise that made you tense with anticipation. One that didn't arrive till much, much later.