When I answered the phone, Jaehee's voice was as calm and soothing as ever.
"J-Jaehee? What's up?"
"Hello (A/N). I saw that I had a few missed calls from Mr.Han when I turned my phone back on and attempted to reach him again. But he isn't answering. Would you be so kind as to tell him to call me?" I hadn't noticed as the action was happening, but Jumin had gotten into my personal space to eavesdrop on my phone call. I couldn't do anything about it, so I just let him be.
"He's, uh, right here...actually."
Jumin took the phone from me just as I heard Jaehee's voice exclaim her relief to hear that. I looked at him with my mouth open in shock, and my hand still cupped to my ear.
Jumin looked at me with a risen brow, causing something in my stomach to squeeze up to my throat. I hadn't a clue that such a look from the silver spoon would shut me up. Mr. Han listened to Jaehee over the phone, then nodded and mumbled a noise portraying he understood. He traded but a couple of words with her, and the best thing I could do to pass the time was to continue working. When I noticed my laptop open in front of me, I felt relieved in a way.
Jaehee was now in my reach to contact, so I could just ask her about the essays now. This is perfect! I reached over my desk to grab my laptop when suddenly a large hand came around and picked it up before my fingers could even graze it.
I looked at Jumin, and he looked at me sternly with one hand holding my laptop and the other, my phone. I sighed and pointed to the phone and then my laptop.
Jaehee can look at it now, I thought while moving my hands. Jumin's eyes narrowed at me, bring up the fear in me once again. I swallowed hard and sat back in my seat, completely under his thumb like the animal he's training me to be.
"Assistant (A/N)," Jumin suddenly said. I sat up straight and looked up at my boss in the face. He waited as if expecting me to answer for him. How odd. "Well?" He said. I looked behind me and no one was there, so he was definitely looking at me. Inquisitively my shoulders raised.
"I... Uh-"
"When I call you, you answer me." He said. "Are we clear, Assistant (A/N)?"
I felt pure fear shiver down my spine, Mr. Han's words were all he needed to strike fear in me and put me in my place as his pet. I cleared my throat and nodded, "I understand, Mr. Han-"
"Great," The son of a bitch cut me off! "Miss. Kang will be returning quite earlier than I presumed and she has a couple more people attending our party. You are to complete your task early and then create a list of where to purchase the finest catering assistance in highest to lowest price, as well as a copy of the list of attendees going to the RFA party on my desk by tonight." Wha- by tonight? I looked at the clock and felt a sigh escape my lungs in disappointment. "Is there something you wish to say?" Jumin suddenly said coldly, making me jump.
"It's nothing, Mr. Han. I'll get on it right away." Is it even legal to keep a live-in employee? And if it is, please tell me it's illegal to keep me working overtime for at least another four hours... T~T This is going to take forever, I probably won't even have time for dinner tonight.
I stood up and quickly gathered the stamped shut invitations, then rushed to the other small desk in my office that had a basket specifically for the invitations. Neatly, I placed them in and then rushed back to my work laptop to begin my long research. Why the hell do I need to do this now? The party isn't for a while... I glanced over my shoulder at Jumin, who was leaning against the filing cabinet behind me, a hand in his pocket as he talked on the phone while watching me like a king from above. That sadistic bastard must love slaving me to the ground.
"Yes," Jumin said. "Yes, he's finished the invitations quite early... How early or late do you reckon we send them out?" Jumin talked professionally on the phone with Jaehee, as usual––though for some reason, this "professional chit-chat" was beginning to get on my nerves. I mean, does he necessarily need to stand behind me while talking? And do they need to chat for this long? Well, I guess they do... I can't freaking focus, damn it.
I sighed, brushing my hand through my hair and squinting into my computer to try focusing harder when suddenly, my eyes began to hurt again. I looked around the, all of a sudden, cluttered desk, in search of my glasses. "Crap, not again. They were just-"
"Here," Jumin's voice quietly said. I turned, finding his arm stretched out while holding my pair of glasses. I sighed out of relief and reached for them with a smile, but Jumin had wrapped his outstretched arm around my hips and pulled me closer. While my phone was pressed against his ear, Mr. Han leaned in and brushed his lips against my own. It was almost a kiss and so I grew flustered.
"M-Mr. Han...?"
"Yes, Miss. Kang. We will also need the best of the best outfits for the RFA event. For those of us that are strictly in contact with C&R please schedule a meeting with them for next week. It will be a fitting appointment." I watched Jumin's eyes stare down at me with fear lurking in my gut. Where he touched...it burned beneath my clothes. Beneath my skin. His hand came up for a split moment to signal me to hush with his finger and lips. I opened my mouth to speak, but just then I was turned around––a force pushing me over at an angle so that I was leaning against my desk.
I gasped and looked over my shoulder in shock. Jumin used his shoulder to hold his phone up to his ear while his hands did the dirty work. "That is correct. Hm? You wish to hear (A/N)'s open opinion on it? Why is that, when your boss is right here talking to you now? Besides," Jumin's hands began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. The sounds echoed in my head, as well as the sound of my own heart thumping uncontrollably. "He's rather busy as of this moment..." Was he kidding? He's going to do...that with me while on the phone with Jaehee?! And in the office nonetheless!
My eyes wandered up to look at Jumin's face, wondering what sick expression he was making right now. I really wish I hadn't. Seriously... Jumin was grinning with his eyes locked on my own. He yanked down my pants and underwear, then pushed my head into the desk.
"W-Wait, Mr. Han-"
Jumin shut my mouth with his hand and began to slowly slide his length into my backside. It hurt so badly. He hadn't lubed me up and he wasn't leaking fluids either––it felt like it burned. A pained and muffled groaned came from my throat, and tears clouded my vision of his face.
"One moment Miss. Kang, I believe Assistant (A/N) has an inquiry about something," Jumin said, resting his phone down beside my face. I could hear Jaehee on the other end saying, "Yes, of course, sir."
"You might want to keep it down, my pet assistant... I didn't mute my end." The silver-spooned bastard chuckled and leaned over my back. With a swift motion, some sort of black cloth came around and was put into my mouth. "Bite on it if it feels too good."
Cocky bastard, I thought with a frown on my face. Jumin could sense my desire to refuse him of sexual pleasure, and lifted a well-done eyebrow. "Something to say?" As soon as he asked, he shoveled himself deep within me. I gasped, arching my back and widening my eyes. Tears spilled down my face and onto the desk. "Mmn~ That look in your eyes does it for me, it really gets my juices flowing..."
"Why are you- mmgh... Why now, ma-aster?" I attempted to speak out through the muffling cloth.
"You signed a contract agreeing to be my little kitty and fulfilling my every need," Jumin whispered into my reddening ear. The warmth of his breath flowing through me. I could feel the sensation wandering down to between my legs. No... I don't want to feel good down there, it's embarrassing, so embarrassing, I can't-
"I can't t-take it..."
"What a noisy mouth, kitten. Do you want Assistant Kang to hear you? Or perhaps someone outside these walls, hmm?" Sneakily, my master wrapped his arm around to grope me in the front. He slowly began to thrust as his hand moved untimely to it. My mouth dropped open in pleasure, drool dripping and colliding with my tears along my chin. Everything felt all the more heated and sexy when I couldn't let my moans escape. Shit, am I insane?
"Master... Please, n-no..." Through watery eyes, I had noticed Jumin reach for his phone once again. The warmth in his body vanished as he sat up in the position he was once in. "Hello, Assistant Kang. Yes, he only wanted to go over something about the fundraising party and...something else about a college essay?"
I didn't know if I could widen my eyes more than they already were, but I sure as hell was not expecting him to say that! I quickly sat up and tried reaching for my phone, "Wait! Mr. Han- MMF!"
Jumin's nose twitched and his hand pushed my head back down as his thrusts grew recklessly. oh god, why does this feel like heaven when it's so wrong? What if...what if someone sees us? I darted my eyes towards the slightly opened door of my office, praying not to find someone approaching my office in need to get work done. Their poor eyes will be soiled. The feeling of entry intensified, and Jumin's length slid further, hitting my prostate all of the sudden.
"Ahh..." Eh? Did the stuck-up brat just...moan?
"Hmm, ah~" The feeling of my master's hands intensifying on my ass was wonderful. This power that Jumin has over me, I was drowning in it and hating every goddamn moment of it. But the things that you hate doing could become so desirable, like a drug. If I was high on drugs right now, then- "I want more... Please, Master." Then I'm going to dive head-first on in.