Chapter 27

“Ah…!”

Jaeha blinked rapidly, powerless to stop the frantic flutter of his eyelashes.

His vision refused to focus. Terrified that the overwhelming sensory assault might make his eyes roll back into his skull, he squeezed them shut.

Smack. Slap.

The sharp, wet collision of flesh against flesh reverberated through the office. Slick friction filled the room as Taegeon drove relentlessly into Jaeha’s damp, swollen core.

Unable to withstand the agonizing pleasure, Jaeha’s toes curled until the muscles cramped. He rubbed his sweat-dampened forehead desperately against the backrest of the leather sofa, but there was no escaping the sensation of being utterly consumed by the man above him.

Taegeon had warned him that he would get his ass spanked if he clenched too tightly.

“Must have been starving.” Taegeon’s mocking rumble vibrated against Jaeha’s spine. “You’re a good boy for not eating just anything off the street, but if your lower mouth was this fucking lonely, you should’ve crawled home to me sooner instead of starving yourself. It breaks the heart of a man like me who loves to provide.”

“Ah, hnn…! Ah!”

A dark, wicked scoff left the Alpha as he watched the normally stoic director of Yooshin dissolve into a weeping, shuddering mess, utterly incapable of forming a coherent reply.

“The people in the outer office are going to hear you. If you’re going to scream like this, we might as well throw the door wide open and fuck in front of everyone. Let the entire company spread the rumor that I’m your devoted wife.”

Wife.

The word felt absurdly, almost hilariously incompatible with the present reality. Thick, muscular thighs and a rock-hard abdomen were hammering ruthlessly against Jaeha’s pale buttocks.

Jaeha grimaced as his entire world collapsed inward.

Enduring the sheer physical magnitude of the pleasure was torment enough, yet Taegeon compounded it by whispering filthy, degrading obscenities into his ear with every brutal thrust. No matter how fiercely Jaeha fought to preserve the last remnants of his dignity, his cock twitched and leaked uncontrollably in response to the obscene praise.

As a dominant Alpha, Jaeha was exceptionally well endowed, far exceeding the national average. Fully erect and weeping pre-cum, his cock dragged forcefully across the expensive water-buffalo leather of the office sofa with every forward surge.

Through the haze of lust, an absurdly practical thought surfaced.

What am I going to do about the furniture?

This was supposed to be Lee Jaeho’s executive office. He would unquestionably have to buy his stepbrother a new sofa.

As though sensing that Jaeha’s attention had wandered toward corporate interior design, his husband, otherwise known as his brutal “wife,” refused to let the distraction pass.

“What the fuck are you so busy thinking about while you’re swallowing my cock?” Taegeon growled, tightening his grip around Jaeha’s hips with enough force to leave bruises. “Just take it like you usually do. Did I ask you to solve a complex math problem?”

“Hnn! Wait, just a moment, ah…!”

“Oh, right. I came here to humbly serve you, yet I’ve been gorging myself out of pure greed. My apologies.” Taegeon’s voice dripped with vicious mockery. “I suppose my lack of a proper high-society upbringing shows even when I’m fucking.”

With a savage grunt, the Alpha drove himself impossibly deep and rotated his hips.

The motion devastated him.

The customized silicone beads embedded beneath Taegeon’s glans scraped mercilessly across Jaeha’s swollen prostate, where the hypersensitive bundle of nerves had been forced outward by the relentless pounding.

After thrusting into him from behind like a wild beast, Taegeon ground those artificial beads directly into the swollen cluster and twisted with deliberate cruelty.

Jaeha’s lungs seized. His head fell back, and he gasped soundlessly like a drowning man, unable to drag air into his chest.

Without breaking the punishing rhythm, Taegeon reached around Jaeha’s torso. One calloused hand glided over his sweat-slicked chest and slipped beneath the ruined dress shirt, closing around a rigid nipple.

Jaeha had never known that his chest concealed such a volatile erogenous zone. His body trembled violently as electricity shot straight into his groin.

Taegeon’s other hand was already wrapped firmly around Jaeha’s leaking cock.

“Why are you so fucking wet?”

There was no mockery left in his voice. Instead, Taegeon sounded genuinely awed, which somehow made the situation infinitely more humiliating.

Unable to answer, Jaeha reached down blindly. His trembling fingers struggled to peel the enormous hand away from his erection. Having his internal walls rearranged from behind was maddening enough, but with his front being stimulated just as ruthlessly, his mind rapidly dissolved into a white-hot void.

Lee Jaeha had never experienced sex this devastating in his entire life.

His previous encounters had always been tepid, clinical, and flawlessly controlled. He would offer an Omega precisely enough calculated foreplay to satisfy them, proceed with a standard insertion, and regulate the pace so his partner would not exhaust their stamina before he reached his own agonizingly slow climax.

What he shared with Jang Taegeon belonged to an entirely different species.

It was vicious, viscous, and unapologetically messy. The air hung thick with sex, sweat, and dominance, while full-body spasms tore through him and slick, chaotic friction assaulted his most vulnerable nerves.

Could something that devours me this completely even be called normal sex?

Although Taegeon’s manhood was a vital biological organ, it felt less like human flesh than an illegal weapon. Beyond the merciless beads modifying the glans, its sheer and terrifying girth was ferocious. Paradoxically, the skin stretched taut across the shaft felt incredibly, deceptively soft.

Registering that unique softness deep within his body made Jaeha physically weep with arousal.

Even though I’m not an Omega.

The fleeting realization that his response might be biologically abnormal entered his mind, only to be obliterated at once. The thick, beaded glans withdrew and slammed directly into his swollen prostate again.

“Ah, hnn, no… Taegeon, hnn!”

“Wow. So you only beg with my given name at times like this?” Taegeon grumbled, his rhythm faltering for the briefest fraction of a second. “Only when I’m serving you with my cock? Fine, damn it. Just suck me dry.”

The Alpha sounded genuinely aggrieved, a startling departure from his usual impenetrable nonchalance. Hearing real hurt in Taegeon’s voice briefly stirred Jaeha’s drowning curiosity.

He wanted to ask what burdened him, what had exposed that unexpected vulnerability. Yet every time Jaeha tried to speak, only shattered, high-pitched moans escaped his lips.

The lingering fear that the secretarial staff might overhear his debasement had long since vanished. Had he possessed even a shred of self-preservation, he would never have been foolish enough to strip off his tailored trousers, lie facedown across a corporate sofa, and offer himself up to be taken from behind.

The instant the massive Alpha had smirked and offered to “serve” him, Jaeha had found himself half-hard before he could even process the humiliation.

Service.

The word alone had been enough.

Jaeha was, after all, merely an Alpha in love. An Alpha who desired the man he worshipped in the filthiest and most absolute way imaginable.

Whatever private fantasies Jaeha had nurtured, Taegeon was now surpassing them and annihilating reality itself. The rough sweep of a thumb across his nipple sent maddening, ticklish sparks racing through his chest.

Why is it so sensitive?

And why did his internal walls reflexively contract around Taegeon’s invading flesh every time the massive Alpha buried himself to the hilt? He behaved exactly like a bitch desperate to swallow the cock whole, precisely as Taegeon had so crudely observed.

Jaeha felt like a stranger trapped inside his own body.

“Executive Director.”

Submerged in a dark swamp of pleasure, Jaeha was dragged effortlessly back to the surface by the low, authoritative summons.

“Haa…”

A broken sigh escaped him.

Taegeon released the bruising hold on Jaeha’s hips and brought both hands around to stroke his leaking erection. The touch was devastatingly, agonizingly tender.

The tenderness humiliated him. Taegeon handled him as though he were something infinitely precious and fragile.

Some Omegas in Jaeha’s past had eagerly sucked him off or stroked him, but those gestures had always been transactional, driven by anticipation of the pleasure he would grant them in return.

Jang Taegeon, despite being a ruthless corporate predator, caressed Jaeha’s manhood with pure devotion. His palms were heavily calloused from years of handling industrial construction equipment, yet his thumb circled Jaeha’s weeping glans with excruciating reverence.

“What is it? Did you come?”

Without realizing it, Jaeha had already shattered.

He had fallen over the edge the exact moment his blurred vision registered the hand gripping his cock. More specifically, he had seen the cold gleam of platinum encircling Taegeon’s ring finger.

“Your wedding ring…” Jaeha sobbed, his voice wrecked beyond recognition.

“What about it?” Taegeon asked. “What’s strange about a happily married man wearing his band?”

It was the same bespoke design as Jaeha’s own ring, the band he had not removed once during the past ten days.

He had even polished it meticulously with a junior employee’s microfiber glasses cloth because waiting for a professional jewelry-cleaning service had felt like an unbearable eternity.

That identical ring now rested proudly on Jang Taegeon’s large finger.

He, too, had worn it faithfully for the past ten days.

The realization became the final catalyst. Intoxicated by the toxic fusion of emotional ecstasy and physical overstimulation, Jaeha climaxed violently, his internal walls contracting like a vise around the thick shaft buried deep within him.

A ragged, breathless huff escaped Taegeon as his body reacted to the merciless contractions milking him.

Lowering his heavy frame, Taegeon collapsed against Jaeha’s back and rubbed his sweaty forehead affectionately against the damp skin between Jaeha’s shoulder blades.

A low, dark chuckle rumbled through the Alpha’s chest, the vibration passing directly into Jaeha’s racing heart.

“That’s beautiful, Executive Director. But I’m not finished yet.”

“Ah…!”

With his thoughts completely liquefied, Jaeha panicked.

What should I do?

A strange wave of guilt washed over him when he realized his husband had not yet reached his own climax.

He was so consumed by guilt that he failed to register the humiliation of the thick, cloudy liquid he had sprayed across his stepbrother’s black water-buffalo leather sofa.

Taegeon smirked and slipped his hands beneath Jaeha’s pelvis. With effortless strength, he lifted him, turned him around, and settled back against the ruined sofa before drawing Jaeha squarely onto his lap.

Their bodies remained deeply joined, fused together without separation.

“Hah! Ah, wait!” Jaeha gasped, clutching blindly at Taegeon’s broad shoulders.

Taegeon leaned closer, brushing his lips against the shell of Jaeha’s ear. “Now, Director, why don’t you provide a little service? You know how to move your hips, don’t you?”

Jaeha squeezed his eyes shut. He felt compelled to blind himself against the intensity before it shattered the stoic corporate identity he had spent years constructing inside this very building.

It was a sensation he could never have comprehended when he had been the one penetrating. The sheer, overwhelming power of being filled was devastating.

A ragged moan tore from his throat as the thick, rigid organ shifted deep inside him, rough and invasive as it scoured nerves Jaeha had never known existed.

The angle became even more intense while he straddled Taegeon’s lap.

“Move.”

Dark, erotic pleasure flushed Taegeon’s face. His eyes, reddened and dilated with lust as he gazed up from the sofa, were maddeningly beautiful.

The sight of that uninhibited expression made Jaeha’s core contract violently.

His cock jerked, sending a hot spurt of pre-cum across Taegeon’s immaculate dress shirt. Mortification flooded Jaeha’s entire body.

“Wait, your… your clothes…”

“Yeah. Let it soak.” Taegeon’s lazy murmur carried unmistakable satisfaction. “If anyone asks, I’ll proudly tell them it’s Executive Director Lee Jaeha’s pre-cum.”

“That… no, ah! Haa…”

Jaeha attempted to form a coherent refusal, but the words dissolved before they could leave his tongue.

Taegeon thrust his hips upward, silently demanding the movement he had ordered. The modified ridge scraped harshly across Jaeha’s insides once again.

Even while they remained perfectly still, the sensation was an unbearable and maddening itch. Whenever Taegeon deliberately dragged himself along Jaeha’s inner walls, the friction bordered on insanity.

Jaeha’s manicured nails dug into the fabric covering Taegeon’s broad shoulders. Catching himself, he immediately loosened his grip. A sudden flash of fear struck him as he remembered the raw, unchecked strength of his own Alpha physiology, and he worried that he might have ruined the pristine lines of Taegeon’s tailored suit.

Noticing the hesitation, Taegeon’s lips curved into a smirk.

“Last time, it stung for a solid week whenever I showered.”

“Ah, ugh… What are you talking about?”

“Lee Jaeha, you completely clawed up my back. Don’t you remember?”

Jaeha’s eyes widened in genuine horror. He had not realized he had actually injured Taegeon during his rut.

Shaken by the revelation of how thoroughly he had lost control, Jaeha instinctively attempted to lift his hips and pull away.

Taegeon reacted immediately. His large hands locked around Jaeha’s pelvis and forced him ruthlessly back down.

A thick, sticky squelch filled the air as their connection deepened. Jaeha’s head snapped back, his entire body trembling as the abrasive friction triggered a dry, agonizingly faint climax that left him completely spent without releasing a single drop.

An immense, invisible tide of ecstasy seemed to coil around his body and lick him clean.

“Ha, fuck…” Taegeon cursed beneath his breath.

He dragged his tongue across his lower lip before pulling Jaeha into a crushing embrace. The pressure against Jaeha’s chest made breathing nearly impossible, but he did not care.

Without a single conscious thought, Jaeha began to roll his pelvis. Every time the thick, aroused Alpha organ scraped over his prostate, his internal walls clamped around it in desperate, instinctive agreement.

It was a part of his own anatomy he had ignored for his entire life. Yet allowing something so dominant to claim that hidden space felt as though his soul were being dismantled and reconstructed through violence.

The impenetrable fortress he had maintained for so long seemed to be collapsing at last, allowing him to emerge reborn from the ruins.

The transformation terrified him, yet it was undeniably exhilarating. The magnitude of the pleasure born from such unfamiliar submission overwhelmed him. He could not understand why yielding to this man left him so drenched.

Jaeha was not the only one leaking.

Taegeon’s thick shaft twitched incessantly within his inner walls, hot and heavy. It was not a full ejaculation, but a continuous slick flow of pre-cum. The rising and falling heat felt frustratingly muted by the agonizing barrier of the condom.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” Taegeon growled, his voice sinking into a rough, coaxing whine. “Next time, should we do it raw? I want to come deep inside you.”

Hearing that desperate edge, Jaeha thrust his pelvis down aggressively.

He wanted to give Taegeon everything he desired.

He nodded frantically.

Taegeon looked into Jaeha’s flushed, tear-filled eyes and smirked. “You’re going to get yourself into serious trouble. Why the hell are you trusting a thug like me and nodding like that? You look as though you’d give me absolutely anything I asked for.”

“Hah, uh, still… Ah!”

Jaeha desperately wanted to confess that it was fine, that he would indeed give Taegeon anything. Before he could force the words out, Taegeon gritted his teeth and thrust upward, meeting Jaeha’s frantic rhythm with bruising, relentless force.

Overwhelmed by a sensory assault he could no longer endure, Jaeha collapsed forward. He pressed his sweat-slicked forehead against Taegeon’s shoulder as his breath fractured into broken, sobbing moans.

His eyes burned beneath the pressure of unshed tears. Taegeon’s ragged breathing swirled against his ear, heavy and violent, like the most devastating typhoon Jaeha had ever encountered in his sterile, meticulously controlled life.

“There’s no telling what I might ask you to do to me,” Taegeon murmured into his hair.

His voice carried a precarious edge, half amused and half furious.

A fraction of a second too late, Jaeha realized that the fury was only a mask for Taegeon’s blinding, uncontrollable lust.

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