I bring her out of here and head to her office all alone.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" I gently lift her chin to meet her gaze and touch her cheek, feeling the heat from the impact. "Yes... Were you there?" she gazes up into my eyes, my left hand sliding down her arm while the other is stroking her red and sore cheek.

"I was passing by and saw it between the blinds," I meet her eyes again, her gorgeous ones always sparkling whenever I'm looking at her. "If anyone tries or does harm you, tell me about it."

"Alright, Mister Jeon..." she nods but diverts her eyes from me. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" I caress her skin with the back of my hand. "It's just a bit numb, but I'm okay. This is my fault. I shouldn't have thrown the coffee—"

"You did well," I contradict her right away as the sound of her sentence did not please me. "He deserved even worse than that, but I'm gonna take care of him. Stay here and ask for me if needed. Alright?"

"Alright..." she nods. Aware of the way she feels around me, I place my hand under her chin and kindly cup it. While staring into her shy eyes, I stroke her cheek. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt too much?"

She nods and says softly, "I'm fine."

Unable to maintain eye contact with me, her gorgeous eyes glance down to my lips. I brush my fingers over her skin and slide them down under her chin without ever looking away. Her pretty lips squeezing together as her eyes meet mine again, I rub her soft skin gently. "You'll tell me if anyone disrespects you, right?"

"I will. I promise," she gives me her word, sounding nervous but not moving away from my touch. I take my hand off and give her a gentle smile, then I pull away before leaving the room.

I peek at her one last time before closing the door. Now, I have to handle this problem, but that guy has no idea how much he's going to take.

I walk up to my office, opening the door and seeing him there, in front of my desk. I lock the door behind me and close the blinds to the full, making sure the windows will reveal nothing of what is going to happen here.

"Mister Jeon—"

"I do not allow you to talk without my permission," I cut him off harshly, stepping forth to face him as I restrain my wrath at first. "What have you done to her? Did you enjoy it?"

"N—No...I..." his voice quivers now that I'm the one facing him, his body nearly shaking. "...I did it without realizing...I couldn't control myself, Mister Jeon. I sincerely—"

"You like feeling superior to her because she's a woman?" I move forward and hit his chest with my hand, not leaving a single inch between us. I look down at him as his eyes are glued to the ground, cowardly. "You think you can touch her in my office and not have to face any consequences?"

"I...I swear...I didn't know what I was doin-"

My fist thumps him hard in the face, ending his sentence as his body hit the ground. "Dude..." I jerk my hand after this powerful blow that provoked a strong shock to my knuckles and wrist but chuckle, enjoying the sight of him holding his jaw in pain. "Do you have any idea how much I fucking hate guys like you but enjoy having them around me?" I exhale heavily and loosen my tie, taking it off to wrap it around my hand.

"You play it tough in front of people you believe to be weaker to cope with your insecurities," I head towards my chair after protecting my knuckles. "But as soon as you face a man, you realize your true strength and pretend to regret."

I heave a sigh and sink into the cushion. "Get your fucking ass here," I order him, and he hurries to stand up and face me. I can see the fear in his eyes, and it only fuels my desire to break him down even further.

I kick his shin with the sole of my shoe, 'Get on your knees."

The man falls to the ground, clutching his leg in pain. I bend over and grab his hair to pull him up, forcing him to look me in the eyes. His blood dripping on my floor, I smirk. "You know how much power I have over you, how much control I could have in your life if I wanted to, don't you?"

"Please, Sir. I'll do anything you ask, but don't fire me. I have a pregnant wife to support; I can't lose my job," he begs, now crying. "I'm sorry, but you should have thought of that before groping and slapping one of my employees," I respond coldly. "But I bet your wife would understand if you explained to her that you lost your job because of your actions, right? You would be honest with her, uh?"

He cannot answer with anything, shaking his head. "Please...This was a mistake; I didn't touch her-"

"Oh, your wife doesn't know about the affair you're having with Amelia, does she?" I expose what I know. What would destroy both his marriage and his career.

His face pales as he realizes the extent of the consequences. "And you know what's funny?" I lean back into my seat. "All that happened has been recorded. And you can bet that it will be sent to your wife if you don't do exactly as I say."

"I'll do as you say, anything. Sir, don't do this to me, please," the man pleads, his voice trembling with fear. "Really?" I get close to him and lower my voice, smiling sadistically. "You'd go as far as I want you to if that assures you to keep your job and wife? As far as sucking your boss' dick?"

A gulp goes down his throat, the color draining from his face as he realizes the seriousness of the situation. He nods slowly, reluctance evident in his eyes.

"Hm. You're pretty pathetic," I sneer. "You should be ashamed."

He swallows hard and avoids eye contact, his pride wounded.

"This hurts your ego, doesn't it? On your knees, crying and begging a man 'cause that's the only thing you can do in front of me," I continue to taunt him, relishing in his humiliation. "Admitting you'd suck dick just to keep your job. That's all you are, a pathetic, weak, little bitch."

I stare at him, waiting for his response, but he remains silent. I can see the defeat in his eyes, knowing that he has no comeback. I scoff and clench my fists, feeling a surge of satisfaction at making him feel so powerless. "Listen. Touch her, look at her, or even address her just one more time, and you"ll regret it for the rest of your life. Got it?"

"Y-Yes...Understood, Mister Jeon...T-This won't ever happen again..." his hands shake, his eyes low. I clench my jaw without glancing away, and I exhale sharply. "Get out of here," I snarl with authority to get rid of him, and he stands up with some difficulty, pushing on his trembling knees to rise.

He wipes off the blood in the corner of his mouth and bows to me. "Get out right now!" I raise my voice up to make myself clear, the vibrations of my voice chafing my throat.

He hurries to leave my office.

"Fucking asshole," I huff and stand up. I grab hold of some tissues and wipe the blood off my knuckles.That hit was way more brutal than expected, but he deserved it. I feel no remorse.

•••

7 pm.

"Mister Jeon...?" my favorite employee knocks on the door of my office, my lips curving up at the sound of her sweet voice. "Come in," I walk up to the door after waiting in front of my desk for her.

She walks in quickly, holding her bag in one hand with a jacket hung on her arm. I tuck my hands in my pockets, watching her move with shyly lowered eyes.

After taking off my tie and unbuttoning some of the buttons on my white dress shirt, I tease her with what I know are her weaknesses and then turn towards her as she reaches my chair. "Do I...?" she points her finger at it, looking at me with an inquisitive gaze.

I maintain eye contact without giving an answer first, the color of her cheeks slowly turning crimson. My lips turn up into a smug smile, and I nod. "Just do like yesterday. Do you want a drink?" I bend over the desk, facing her and offering her the view she cannot resist.

She lifts her eyes up in a questioning gaze before peeking at my chest once again.

"No water? No snacks or treats?" I push forth with my hips to bring my face closer, tilting my head to the other side.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you," a gulp goes down her throat, my lips parting at the curve they're forming. "Alright," I sit down on one of the two chairs behind me, remaining right before her to have my eyes on her.

This is the time of the day that I like the most. I can spend my entire hour here, contemplating her and scrutinizing her habits and features while perceiving how nervous I make her.

"Are your cheek and jaw okay?" I ask out of the blue, making sure that the hit she received isn't affecting her anymore. "Yeah."

"If one of the stupid girls tries to annoy you, tell me about it. I don't want anyone to touch you again," my words get her to look up at me as if what I said was surprising. "Why?"

"Because," I shrug and put one elbow down on the armrest to hold my jawline. "I don't want anyone to touch you."

A smile that she must not have been able to conceal comes within sight, my pride loving this little reaction of hers. "I love your new lipstick, by the way," I make a subtle allusion. "Well, thank you..." she presses her lips together, gazing down at her work to not have to make eye contact with me.

"Don't thank me, I'm just telling the truth," I say casually, brushing my fingers past my lips. "Why do you stay here with me? Don't you have a wife or children to take care of?" she questions me with a little peek given to my chest.

I know exactly what that question is for.

"I'm single. I live alone, so no," I confirm, noticing the relief on her face. "Hm. Okay," she murmurs softly, satisfied with the truth.

•••

8 pm.

As our day is coming to an end, I lean back on the elevator wall and gaze at her. I know she feels shy and blushes when I do this, but I also know that she likes it.

Her face catching a blush, I focus intently on her red lips while involuntarily nibbling on mine. Their shape, their softness, and how sweet they look. No matter how wrong this is, I cannot stop my mind from offering me lewd and arousing images of those lips on my body.

As I was deeply engrossed in my fantasies, she moves. I step forth and block her way with my arm, causing her breasts to press against it for a brief moment. This delightful sensation intensifies, causing my hand to clench into a fist as I yearn to touch her.

I keep my eyes on her, but out of confusion, she turns her head and returns the gaze, making this connection even deeper and more intense. I'm speechless, lost in my thoughts, consumed by desire.

"Mister Jeon?" she stutters, her beautiful voice echoing through the small space. My heart races and pounds in my chest. I lick my lips and release a breath, unable to tear my eyes away from her.

"Will you come just for me?" I drop my gaze down to her lips, these ones I would kiss so hungrily if I didn't have to hold back. "Tomorrow. In my office. Before the others get here. I want you to be there a little earlier."

"I..." she becomes nervous, getting the meaning of my sentence the way I wanted her to. "Yes. I will."

"Seven in the morning?" I raise my eyebrows subtly while continuing to gaze at her lips. "Yes, if you want me to."

"Good," I lick my lips, her eyes fixed on them. "Seven in the morning. I'l be waiting for you in my office," I remove my hand from its spot and free her from this tight closeness. No matter how frustrating this is, I get out of here.

This is so hard to control myself.

•••

9 pm.

My dirty clothes land in the laundry basket, my towel still wrapped around my waist as I just got out of the shower. I leave my bathroom and close the door behind me, getting in my bedroom where only some silence keeps me company.

I walk back to my bed after deciding to take my towel off, letting it join my other fabrics in the laundry basket. I move the blanket aside, lie down on the sheets with the lights off, and let my phone screen illuminate the darkness.

My mind still invaded by earlier's thoughts, I drop my device on the nightstand and get comfortable under my blanket. I place my left arm under my head, rest it on the pillow, and close my eyes.

Y/n.

This is the only thought in my mind.

Her luscious lips I can almost taste. Sweet and so addictive.

Her soft skin. Her body. That damn body I wish I could touch.

Imagining various provocative scenes, my tongue moistens my lips as my veins begin to throb.

Not feeling in the mood to restrain myself and not give my urges the satisfaction they require, I don't think too much before sliding my right hand onto my bare torso. I imagine her right above me, naked and bite my lips.

I push the covers away to let my body be totally free of movement and glide my hand down to my already hard cock.

My veins pulsing in my arms and hands, the warmth of my blood boiling degree by degree, I bend my head to the side, and with the thought of y/n bent over in her tight skirt, I stroke my cock. The arousal is slowly taking over me.

I get to the base and knead it as well, making my lips part all by themselves. I let a heavy breath escape.

The strong pleasure growing inside of me like a house on fire, I grab my erection. I maintain a tight hold on it and move up and down quite hastily to make the sensations heighten in no time.

As my breath is drastically accelerating at the rhythm of my heartbeat, I tease myself and focus on the tip, to rub my thumb over it but feel a jolt of ecstasy course through me.

"F-Fuck..." I breathe out sharply, my heart pounding and causing hard thumps into my chest. I slide my feet up the sheets and bend my legs, spread them, and hasten my wrist for the wet and lewd sounds to increase in volume.

My head forces back for my lips to part wider, the pleasure overcoming me and sending me to another type of world. I go faster with my hand to hit the base and go back up in a swift motion, but as soon as I rub my finger on the swollen head, a moan runs away from my mouth, sounding needy. I don't care about anything but just revel in this private moment to jerk off and not hold anything back.

I keep going, the pace never slowing down, the sounds never ceasing. They reverberate through the room with my panting and whining. Not realizing how far I'm going through my fantasies, I think about pounding her roughly and hasten the speed of everything inside of me. My blood, my pulse, my breathing.

My body now turning numb and hot at this incredible stimulation, I remove my arm from under my head and let my shaky hand drop onto my sweaty chest. My thoughts going too wild and insane, I push my head back and moan again, my cock throbbing into my hand as I pump it the fastest I can.

I'm close to it; I feel it.

Knowing my body well, I tease myself by withdrawing my hand just before reaching climax, intensifying every sensation inside me. "Ohh...Fuck..." I whine and grab my thigh, gasping for air. The tension of my body, the pain mixed with pleasure making me go berserk.

I last for a few more seconds, knowing how good this feels when I edge myself. My heart is pounding so hard and fast that I feel like I might faint.

Not handling the overwhelming frustration anymore, I grab my erection and stroke it vigorously, desperate for release. As I finally reach my climax, I let out a loud moan of satisfaction. I relax and enjoy the euphoric sensation washing over me. The stress and frustration of the day slowly melt away as I catch my breath but continue, using the thick liquid as a lubricant.

As I keep going, a whimper slips out of my mouth, feeling so sensitive at the thought of her sucking me off. With some difficulty, I open my eyes as if I was waking up from a restless night and try to breathe. The air shakes through my lungs before even leaving my mouth.

Since I need to stop this, I cease the movement of my sore wrist and reach a box of tissues with my trembling hand, take a few of them, and clean the mess I made.