038

JEON

Stroke stroke stroke.

Silence.

Then nothing but a breath-and me standing, suit jacket open, tie loose around collar, belt undone, pants shoved halfway down my thighs- cock jutting painfully between clenched fingers.

It pressing violently against palm line like it wants to burst.

I grip the sink edge tight-I want her to say "Jeon..." and I'll burn every rule alive just to taste her tears again.

"AGHH FUCK-" stroke.

Not pleasure here tonight.This isn't release-it's punishment for wanting what should already be mine.

her warmthher trust

her legs wrapped around me.

"...coming...Ughh...little lawyer..."

One stroke-rough

Two- "...soon..."

Three- "...you'll stop asking why..."

Fourth-"AGHHH AHHHH-"

My flesh meeting ruthless strokes, body locks into sensation beyond control.

"AGHH-FUCK!"

Belt buckle digs in ankle bones.

Teeth grind together- it taste copper at the back of my throat, while veins pulse beneath-skin stretched too tight over tip-gripping myself like a weapon about to detonate.

Gasp-Eyes slam shut but it's useless-her image is branded inside eyelids now.

Her fingers dragging slow through soaked folds just before camera cut out...Thighs spread so wide the apex glistened under sunlight... lips fuller, swollen from friction and need, I didn't get to satisfy first...

"UGHHH-" growl rips loose, thumb swipes over leaking tip-i stroke‐ precum smears roughly down length.

"Aghhh-ahhh AGHHH!"

Stroke.

Stroke.

Too fast. Too deep. The kind of strokes that leave bruises on her hips if she is here beneath me.

"AGHH FUCK-"

"MINE-MY PUSSY THAT IS-AGHHH"

"AGHH-FUCK-"

I stroke-rough, punishing. The leather of my belt drags across my ankle, I jerk faster-metal buckle clinking against tile floor in rhythm with my thrusts in my grip.

Her face flashes behind closed lids. Fingers pressing inside herself-wet sounds trapped in earbud now abandoned on that desk.

Legs spread so wide her swollen lips glisten under dim light...

I bite down hard-taste blood."Ughhhh-" Veins bulge, i squeeze tighter-not gentle,not love,

"Aghhh... aghh...!"

I buck forward-once,twice,

Gasp-her crying shudder rips through me.

Hot precum spills over knuckles- dripping onto polished marble where empires get built and wars get planned...

But right now?

All I see are her thighs shaking as she came apart without me there-

"...next time... you won't need fingers..."

Stroke.Stroke.Stroke.

The tension snaps-I shove away from the sink, slam my palm against the bathroom wall.

"AGHHH-DAMN-FUCKKK!"

Head thudding against tiles, eyes squeezed closed- the image from that screen is too much to hold even a moment more.

Damn.

Stroke.Stroke. Stroke.

Back arching, hips driving forward in frantic thrusts into my own grip. Belt buckle clatters to the tile, forgotten. Sweat rolls down my spine-I fuck into my fist like it's her tight heat instead of empty air. The veins along my cock pulse violently-dick flushed angry red and dripping pre-cum with every brutal stroke.

Wall trembles-i slamming into it over and over-

"AGHHH! FUCKING TAKE IT-TAKE IT YOU COCKTEASING BITCH!"

Spit drips off chin-jaw locks tight it aches-and still-still, all I see is her on that screen:

legs spread,juices dripping,fingers pumping deep like she was trying to replace what only I should be inside of-

The orgasm hits like a gut punch.

White-hot.Violent.Uncontrollable.

"YEAH-YEAH COME ON-COME AGH-"

Cum splatters across marble in thick white ropes, dripping down-i jerk through each pulse

"AHHH! GODDAMN HER! GODDAMN HER TO HELL!"

I lean forward against the tile-each muscles trembling from force- so vicious it borders on pain.

Silence now.

Just heavy breathing echoing in too-bright lights...and sticky proof of what she reduces me to when oceans apart.

A king brought low by his own hunger for his woman's moans...

I gasp- breathless.

I look in the mirror , the reflection staring back at me-d

isheveled suit pants around thighs,hair mussed from clawing hands,lips parted around unspoken curses for how much power she holds without even being here...

"I...should've killed you when I had the chance..."

I close my eyes - but again her spreaded pussy comes-juices wet swollen open wide.H

er moan fills my ear-it's like a fist around my heart, squeezing so hard even my own touch doesn't dull the ache.

I've been this starved for too long-every muscle shaking to keep me upright, I watched her pleasure herself without me there to give it to her.

She's mine.

My heart races- Eyes snap open but it's useless.

Her pussy is there, everywhere-burned into my skull-

swollen wet folds,

juices dripping down thighs.

that goddamn sheet soaked beneath her like some altar I wasn't allowed to worship at-

And my cock?

Hard again.

Aching.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Purple-head throbbing like it hasn't even fucking come yet.

"UGHHHH-fuck" I fist myself hard, faster, knuckles whitening around shaft -pump.Pump.Pump.

It needs punishment for not being inside her but instead of this empty air.

Pre-cum smears down-veins bulging under stretched skin-but I don't slow down-can't stop-just keep stroking- rough enough, fast enough, maybe this time the release will finally burn her memory out of me.

Tile digs in my forehead-teeth grind together-breath comes in savage bursts-

Her fingers slipping through slick mess between legs...

Her back arching off bed in silent plea...

The way she looked at the camera before shutting it off like she knew. Like she wanted me to suffer for watching.

"AGHHH! AGHHH! FUCKING CU-"

KNOCK.

I freeze in mid-stroke.

Cock twitches violently in my grip-still rock-hard- leaking.

"Boss." Pause. "...we have a situation."

I swallow-grit my teeth.

Because of course. Of fucking course even the world won't let me break properly for her.

Seconds pass.

I know they're standing outside.

I gulp- before speak without roaring.

"...O-One minute."

Silence on other side of door.

Then footsteps retreating slowly.

Alone again.forehead pressed against cold tile,cock still standing stiff and unsatisfied..

I swallow-the angry red length pulsing in hand-

She wins again.Even when she's not here.

They must think I've lost my goddamn mind.

Not a king,not a boss,not a cold-blooded kingpin...who thought I'd end up jerking myself here, while the most important meeting of my entire life going outside- Fuck-A king locked in a bathroom with his cock in hand while empires crumble outside the door.

I stroke-slow.

A man who built an underworld, now reduced to panting over one woman's ghost.And all this happened because of her.

"AAAGGHHHH AGHHH FUCK-"

My grip tightens.I pace faster.And for one wild moment, I actually close my eyes and pretend she's in here, taking what's hers.

I squeeze the head, "come fucking come-" i rub the tip. It jerks back in my palm, but nothing comes out.

I gasp- breathless- sweat drips down my forehead- "y/n - i...I...fuck..ahhh want you-Fuck-!"

I lean back- chest heaving, skin burning-but nothing comes. Nothing. Just empty, aching need and the bitter taste of her name on my tongue-

"AGHHH-FUCK! COME ON!" squeezing the swollen tip until it jerks in protest, veins standing out like steel cables under skin. But there's nothing left to give-just raw-edged frustration. sweat-slick desperation dripping down my temple-her face floods my vision again.

That look she gave the camera...

That moan smothered into sheets...

Those hips lifting shamelessly, begging for something I wasn't there to give her-

"Y/N..." my growl slips free before I can choke it back-fingers tightening around myself with punishing force "...I want you."

Not just flesh. Not just heat between her thighs-No-

I want that anger flashing behind wet lashes when she glares into hidden lenses meant for security but used for sin instead.

Another brutal stroke-teeth sinking into lip until copper floods mouth-Stroke.Stroke.and still... nothing.

I gasp- Sweat cooling on my burning skin, Cock throbbing uselessly in my palm.

"Fuck-" is this exactly what she wanted?Me undone.Me desperate.Me so fucking obsessed that even after coming twice without relief all I see is-

knock.

"Boss-" Minho this time: "something happened-"

Fuck-stop this bullshits.But i can't-

No urgency left now.

Another knock. Harder this time.

Minho's voice again. "Boss." pause. "You good?"

Good?No-I'm anything but that.

"Boss-is everything okay?"

Not with a king's crown on my head,a hand wrapped around my cock,and her face still playing on loop behind closed eyes.

How the hell is it possible to want someone this much... and hate them at the same time?

"Ugh-"Stroke.Another rough stroke.

This can't be love.It's madness...

I shut my eyes- The slap of skin echoes in the tiles, I pump-faster, rougher- I'd carve her name in my flesh.

"Why the FUCK won't you come?!" - my cock twitches in my grip-thick veins bulging under flushed skin. It aches, swollen, desperate beneath punishing strokes. But not coming "Fucking take it-TAKE IT LIKE SHE WOULD-"

Balls tighten than even-i glance down -Cock standing straight at me. Looking stubborn than even. "Why tf its not coming?" I stroke from the base to the tip.

Maybe it wants her mouth.

Maybe it wants those lips wrapped tight around it while she glares at me with hate-darkened eyes.

Maybe it just wants to ruin her throat until she chokes on me the way I choke on thoughts of her."UGHHHH- UGHHHH- UGHHHH-"I claw the wall- hips buck forward erratically into each brutal stroke.

Stroke-Her thighs trembling around my ears.

Stroke-Nails raking down my back when she comes.

Stroke-Teeth sinking into collarbone because pleasure hurts when mixed with hate.

Pre-cum smears over fingertips, sticky-slick friction pulling back- balls tighten impossibly tighter-yet still no release, just relentless tension coiling higher-my vision blurs

"AGHHH! COME ON YOU BASTARD-SPILL FOR HER OR DON'T SPILL AT ALL!"

"UGHHHH- UGHHHH- FU-"Stroke.Stroke.Stroke.

Knuckles white-around base-pain spikes through oversensitive nerves, if this doesn't break me apart then maybe nothing will and Christ above-

I gasp-Hand freezes-Chest heaving. Skin burning. Cock standing stiff in defeat like it knows nothing but her cunt wrapped around me will fix this hunger.

"FUCK-COME ON-COME ON-"Stroke.Stroke.Stroke.

I claws the wall, nails digging into grout-base to tip, base to fucking tip-I go harder, faster, maybe my body will finally give up this war and spill for her like she spilled for me on camera.

But it won't.

It won't.

My cock stands stubborn, swollen thick in my grip-purple-headed, veins straining, balls drawn up tight against me like they refuse to surrender until she's the one milking them dry.

pre-cum leaks uselessly over knuckles already sticky with failed release.

"Fuck-FUCK! HER MOUTH THEN! TAKE IT YOU GREEDY BASTARD!"

I twist my wrist on upward strokes, thumb smearing wetness over the head believing it's her tongue instead of my punishing grip-

Her face burns behind clenched eyelids.

Lips parted around moans meant for me...Cheeks flushed under tangled hair damp from effort...

"AGHHH! FUCKING COME ALREADY!"

Nothing.

Just brutal friction,just throbbing heat.

Another slam against tile- another vicious stroke-

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke-

"AGHHHHHHH-FUCK-!"

Cum explodes in thick, desperate ropes-splattering against the tiles-"UGHHHH- UGHHHH- UGHHHH-"I jerk forward-white release tears through me, every pulse of hot spend painting the pristine marble like some sick altar.

I'm a mess--

"AHHHH! FUCK!" another violent spurt shoots out-weaker now but still there, dripping down white surface and pooling on the floor between my feet.

My heart races- breath coming in gasps .I run my hand to the base to the tip. It spurts more- drips on the floor.

A ragged exhale.A rough curse.I braced against cool tiles- my legs threaten to buckle.

"Fuck-"I keep my hand moving, slower now, milking every last drop from oversensitive flesh until it twitches weakly under touch.

Finally... it goes soft in my grip.

I gasp- breath heavily.

On floor the mess I made.

Thick streaks glistening on wall.Puddles of wasted cum slicking tile instead of her tongue.Proof that even untouched she ruins me completely.

Sticky fingers swipe absently through hair "Fuck-" i gulp- "S-She never did this befo-"

It hits like a bullet-

"She never did this before!"

The cum drips down my hand, slow warm.

-she didn't dare-

I shove myself back roughly- zipping up the raw oversensitivity, fabric clinging too tight to spent flesh.

No time for this weakness.

No time at all.

Rush back to the meeting room-

Door slams behind.I stride in toward the closed laptop, And open it-the screen is empty.

Black void staring back at me.

Switch camera feed to bathroom - blank.

Living room cam - offline.

Bathroom? Empty.

Bedroom? Abandoned.

Hallway? Silent.

She's gone-really gone this time, not just a tease or game or punishment.

Every lens trained on her shows nothing but hollow silence now...

Like she knew. She touched herself knowing I'd watch...

She made sure I couldn't stop watching until I was wrecked by it- reduced to an animal jerking myself raw in some corporate bathroom.

And she's vanished without leaving a fingerprint on any lens.

She planned all this.

And worst part?

It worked.

"Boss-" Minho calls from doorway "...s-she didn't take Lucas with her"

And suddenly?

All those ropes of spilled cum mean less than dust...

I snap shut the laptop. "Wooshik-Get Lucas"

"...Boss, this meeting-"

"Call the captains, we are leaving now"

"Yes boss"Footsteps hurried outside...

If my wife wants to play hide-and-seek, Then i'll remind her how well I track what belongs TO ME.

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