Chapter 5: The Office Tease
The morning sun filtered through the blinds of Rei's home office, casting long amber stripes across the polished floor. The room smelled of coffee and something else—something intimate and familiar that made my skin prickle with awareness even before I was fully awake.
I was still wearing last night's clothes. Or rather, I was wearing Rei's clothes—a loose linen shirt that hung open at the chest, and nothing else. The events of Joe's gallery had left me in a state I could only describe as thoroughly rearranged, and Rei had insisted I stay over rather than stumble home in the small hours.
"You're in my chair," he said.
I looked up. He stood in the doorway, a mug of coffee in each hand, his hair still damp from a shower. His eyes were amused, tracking the way I was sprawled in his expensive leather office chair, legs spread, bare ass against the worn cushion.
"I'm comfortable."
"You're indecent."
"Same thing." I grinned, but the expression felt strange on my face. Lighter. Different. The man who would have lounged here a month ago, playfully assertive, confident in his role as the one who did the taking—that man felt like a stranger now.
Rei crossed the room, handing me a mug. His fingers brushed mine, and the touch sent a jolt through me. It was stupid, the way my body responded to him, like I'd been rewired at some fundamental level.
"Did you sleep?" he asked.
"Eventually." I took a sip of the coffee—dark, bitter, perfect. "You?"
"Not much. I was thinking."
"About?"
He settled on the edge of the desk, one leg folded under him, watching me with that penetrating gaze he had. "About how different you are."
I laughed, but it came out brittle. "I'm still the same asshole I always was."
"No. That's the thing." He set his mug down, leaned forward. "You're not. And I think you know it."
I didn't respond. Couldn't, really. Because he was right, and I was still learning to accept it.
The silence stretched between us, comfortable and loaded at the same time. I finished my coffee, set the mug aside, and found myself looking at him with a hunger that had nothing to do with breakfast.
"Rei."
"Yeah?"
I stood, slowly, deliberately, letting the shirt fall open. His eyes tracked the movement, tracing the line of my throat, my chest, the marks Joe had left on my skin.
"I want you to fuck me."
The words hung in the air, bold and raw. A month ago, I couldn't have imagined saying them to anyone. Now I couldn't imagine not saying them.
Rei's expression shifted. The amused observer became something else—something more possessive, more intent. "Is that right?"
"Over the desk. I want you to bend me over it and—"
"Turn around."
I obeyed.
The surface of the desk was cool against my palms. I could see the laptop, the scattered papers, the evidence of his daily life pressing into my skin as I leaned forward. The position made me feel exposed in a way that was somehow intoxicating, surrender incarnate.
Rei's hands found my hips. His body pressed against me from behind, and I felt his hardening cock against the cleft of my ass, the heat of him through his thin sleep pants.
"Look at you," he murmured. "So eager."
"For you. Always for you."
He laughed, low and dark. "That's not what you said six months ago."
"Six months ago, I was an idiot."
"True." His fingers traced the curve of my ass, teasing. "You remember what you told me? The first time we talked about this? You said—" He deepened his voice, mimicking my old swagger. "'I'm not into bottoming, man. It's just not who I am.'"
I felt the heat creep up my neck. "I was wrong."
"Hmm." His hand slid between my legs, cupping my balls, making me gasp. "You were. But I've always enjoyed watching you learn your lessons." He pressed a finger against my entrance, still dry, just a tease. "And this one is my favorite."
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me." The words came out desperate, raw. "I need you inside me. I need—"
"You need to be filled." The finger pressed deeper, not enough, never enough. "You need to be reminded who you are now. Whose cock you crave."
"Yes." I was arching back against him, shameless. "Yes, that."
He pulled away, and I whimpered at the loss. But he was only discarding his pants, and the sound of his cock springing free made my mouth water.
"Lube."
I fumbled in the drawer—I knew where he kept it now, the same drawer I'd once pretended not to know about. The bottle felt cool in my hand, and I passed it back to him, eager.
"Bend over further," he commanded. "Arse up. Show me."
I did, pressing my chest against the desk, spreading my legs as wide as they would go. I felt completely bared, utterly vulnerable, and the feeling was a drug I couldn't get enough of.
"Good boy." His slicked fingers found my entrance, circling, teasing. "So beautiful like this. All that confidence, all that swagger, gone. Just a hungry little hole waiting to be filled."
"Fuck you."
"No." He slid one finger in, and my breath hitched. "Fucking you. Not the same thing at all."
I could feel the grin in his voice. The bastard was enjoying this, wielding my own words against me. I'd spent months treating him as just a bottom, a plaything to be used and discarded. And now he had me bent over his desk, whining for his cock.
"Keep talking," I rasped. "I love when you—"
"Love when I what?" Another finger. "Love when I remind you that you used to think you were the one in charge? That you used to swagger around like you owned the world, when really all you needed was to be owned yourself?"
The words hit me like a physical blow. I gasped, clenching around his fingers, heat flooding through me.
"Say it," he demanded. "Say what you are."
"I'm a cock-hungry bottom." The words tore from me, raw and honest. "I'm a slut who needs to be filled. I need your cock, Rei. Please. I need it so bad."
"Good boy."
He withdrew his fingers, and I heard the sound of him slicking himself up. Then the head of his cock was pressing against me, and I held my breath.
"What do you say?"
"Please." The word was barely a whisper. "Please."
He pushed in.
It wasn't gentle. He gave me no time to adjust, just shoved his entire length into me in one driving stroke. I screamed—not in pain, it wasn't that—but in pure, overwhelming sensation. My body had been stretched so thoroughly by Joe's massive cock the night before that Rei felt almost normal-sized, but the force of his entry, the sudden fullness, still stole my breath.
"Fuck, you're wet inside," he groaned. "Still loose from last night, aren't you? Full of Joe's come, holding it tight."
"Rei—"
"Learning how to be a proper little hole." He began to move, slow, grinding thrusts that hit deep. "Learning how to hold your water. How to be a perfect vessel for cock."
I was a mess. My hands scrambled on the desk, knocking papers aside. His laptop screen tilted dangerously, and I barely noticed. All I could focus on was the exquisite stretch of him inside me, the way he filled me, the filthy words dripping into my ear.
"This is what you were made for," he said. "This, right here. A desk to bend over. A cock to take. A man to please and serve."
"Don't stop. Please don't stop—"
"I'm not going to stop." His rhythm picked up, harder now, more punishing. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name. Until you forget there was ever a time when you didn't need this."
The desk was digging into my forearms. I didn't care. The pressure, the angle, the constant battering of his cock against that spot inside me—it was all so much, and I was drowning in it, and I wanted to drown.
"Look at yourself," Rei said. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back. There was a mirror on the wall, angled just so. "Look at what you've become."
I saw myself. Flushed, open-mouthed, eyes glazed with pleasure. Rei's body behind me, his face contorted with focus, his hand in my hair, his cock buried in my ass. I was completely debased, completely taken, completely his.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "So goddamn beautiful."
The word—that word—undid me. I felt my orgasm building, rising like a tide, unstoppable.
"Rei, I'm going to—"
"You're not going to come." His hand left my hair, gripping my hips tight enough to bruise. "Not until I say so."
"But I—"
"No." He stilled, buried deep inside me. The sudden lack of movement was maddening. "You'll wait. You'll be a good boy and wait until I'm ready for you to come."
I whimpered. My cock was leaking onto the desk, sticky and demanding, insistent on its own pleasure. But I couldn't disobey. Something in me—the new me, the remade me—desperately wanted to be good for him.
"Please, Rei. I'll be good. I'll be so good. Just please let me—"
"Not yet."
He began to move again, but it was different now. Longer strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in, hitting spots that made my vision white. His breathing was ragged above me, and I could feel how close he was.
"You're taking me so well," he praised. "So perfect. Such a good little cunt."
"Yes, yes, yes—"
"Come now. Come for me."
The permission shattered me. I came with a scream, my body convulsing, my release splattering against the dark wood of his desk. I was unaware of anything but the blinding pleasure, the sensation of surrender, the feeling of Rei's cock driving into me through my orgasm.
"Fuck—I'm coming," he grunted. I felt him swell inside me, felt the hot flood of his release, the exquisite pulse of his cock as he emptied himself into me.
We remained tangled together, breathing hard, as the aftershocks subsided. His hand was knotted in my damp hair, and my face was pressed into the cool wood of the desk, sticky with sweat and come.
"Rei," I rasped. His cock was still inside me, softening, and I didn't want it to end. "Rei."
"Mm?"
"I meant what I said." I turned my head to look at him, catching his gaze in the mirror. "I'm yours."
His expression softened. "I know, Kan. I know."
He pulled out slowly, and the emptiness was a physical ache. I straightened, wincing at the soreness, and he caught me before I could fall, pulling me into his arms.
"That was—" I started.
"Inefficient?" He grinned. "I've got a mountain of work to do today."
"Sorry for getting come on your desk."
"Don't be. It's not the first time." He pressed a kiss to my temple. "Won't be the last, either."
I laughed, and it felt like relief. "How do you always know exactly what to say?"
"Years of practice." He nuzzled against my neck. "Plus, I know you. Better than you know yourself, sometimes."
I pulled back to look at him, really look at him. The man who'd started as a casual fuck buddy, a convenient bottom, and had somehow become something else entirely.
"About tomorrow," I said. "Meeting Joe's friend."
"What about it?"
The flicker of anxiety in my stomach. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Rei's gaze was steady. "It's a thing I want to do."
"I know, but—"
"Listen to me." He took my face in his hands. "You've spent your whole life fitting yourself into boxes that others built for you. Man. Top. Confident. Invincible. But that's not who you really are, Kan." His thumb stroked my cheek. "You're learning that now. This—the submission, the surrender, the whole beautiful mess of it—it's not a weakness. It's a liberation."
I wanted to argue. But the words wouldn't come.
"And if you meet this guy and you don't like it?" Rei continued. "We leave. Simple as that. No pressure, no shame." He grinned, the mischief returning to his eyes. "Just more opportunities for you to discover what you actually enjoy."
I exhaled slowly. The fear was still there, but it was muted now, pushed back by the warmth of Rei's presence, by the new shape of my own identity.
"Okay," I said. "Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow." He pulled me closer, and I went willingly. "Now, are you going to help me clean up this goddamn mess, or are you planning on lounging around naked all day?"
"Lounging around naked sounds pretty good."
"That's what I thought." He swatted my ass, hard enough to make me yelp. "Clean up, then we're ordering food. I'm starving, and you've apparently got an appointment with your future."
I groaned, but I was smiling. "Fine. But only because you're feeding me."
"That's what I thought." He released me, and I began gathering the scattered papers.
The future hung before me, unknown and terrifying and alive with possibility. I could feel it beckoning, a summons I couldn't ignore. And for the first time in my life, I was eager to answer.
The words hung between us like a promise I wasn't sure I could keep. Rei's arms were still around me, warm and solid, and I let myself sink into the feeling for a moment longer before pulling away.
The cleaning took longer than expected. Come had dried in sticky patterns across the dark wood, and Rei's laptop had acquired a new smear that made him curse under his breath. I found myself laughing, actually laughing, at the absurdity of it all—the mess, the morning light, the strange new shape of my life.
"You think this is funny?" Rei grumbled, wiping at the screen with a tissue. "This is my work computer."
"Your work computer has seen more action than most people's entire sex lives."
"Fuck off." But he was smiling. "Order food. I need to answer some emails before we go."
"Go where?"
He looked up, something calculating in his eyes. "Joe texted. His friend wants to meet sooner rather than later. Tonight, if you're up for it."
The words landed like a stone in a still pond. Ripples spread through me—anticipation, fear, hunger, all tangled together.
"Tonight," I repeated.
"Only if you want to." His voice was casual, but I could see the careful attention in his gaze. "No pressure. If you need more time, we can—"
"No." The word surprised me. "I want to. I want to meet him."
Rei studied me for a long moment. "Okay. But first, food. And you need a shower. You smell like sex and regret."
"I don't regret it."
"I know." He smiled, softer now. "That's what makes it different."
The food arrived—noodles and dumplings and something green and spicy that burned going down. We ate in comfortable silence, the afternoon stretching around us. I found myself watching Rei, the way he moved, the way he typed with focused intensity, the way he glanced at me when he thought I wasn't looking.
"You're staring," he said without looking up.
"You're pretty."
"Pretty annoying."
"Both." I grinned. "It's part of your charm."
He snorted, but I could see the pleasure in his eyes. The dynamic between us had shifted so completely that I sometimes forgot it had ever been different. The swaggering top who'd thought he was doing Rei a favor by letting him suck his cock—that man felt like a stranger now, a costume I'd discarded.
By late afternoon, the nerves had started to build again. I paced Rei's apartment, restless, unable to settle. The walls seemed to close in around me, and I found myself at the window, watching the city below.
"Hey." Rei appeared behind me, his hand on my shoulder. "You're going to wear a hole in my floor, and I just paid to have it refinished."
"Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Just talk to me." He turned me to face him. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
I exhaled slowly, trying to find the words. "I don't know what to expect tonight. Joe's friend—what if he's not into me? What if I'm not into him? What if I freeze up and make an ass of myself?"
"Then we leave." His voice was steady. "Simple as that."
"It doesn't feel simple."
"It never does. But that's okay." He pulled me into a hug, and I went willingly, pressing my face into the curve of his neck. "You're allowed to be scared, Kan. That doesn't make you weak. It makes you human."
"I don't want to be scared. I want to be—" I struggled for the word. "Ready."
"You are ready." His hand moved through my hair, soothing. "You're more ready than you've ever been. You've already done the hardest part."
"What's that?"
"You let yourself want something you were afraid to admit you wanted." He pulled back to look at me. "That takes more courage than anything you'll face tonight."
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to let the words settle into me and become truth. But the fear was still there, a persistent hum beneath the surface.
"Help me forget," I said. "Just for a little while."
Rei's expression shifted. "Forget what?"
"Everything. The nerves. The unknown. Just—" I stepped closer, pressing against him. "Make me not think."
He was quiet for a moment, reading my face. Then he nodded, slow and deliberate.
"Come here," he said, leading me back to the office. "I've got work to do. And you're going to help me do it."
"How?"
He sat down in his leather chair, pulling me toward him. "You're going to sit on my cock while I type. Keep it warm for me. Keep it buried in that hungry little hole of yours while I pretend to be a productive member of society."
The words sent a shock of heat through me. "You want me to—"
"I want you to use that slutty hole for exactly what it's good for. Cockwarming. Keeping me hard while I work. Think you can manage that?"
I nodded, my throat dry.
"Say it."
"I can manage that."
He grinned, a sharp, hungry expression. "Then strip."
My clothes came off quickly, hands trembling with anticipation. Rei watched, sprawled in his chair, his fingers already working at his belt. By the time I was naked, he had his cock in his hand, stroking it to full hardness.
"Come here," he said again. "Face me."
I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. My hands braced on his shoulders, and I could feel his cock pressing against my entrance, still slick from earlier, already aching to be filled.
"You're so wet," he said, his thumb tracing the seam of my ass. "Still loose from this morning. Perfect little hole, ready for more."
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Put it in."
He didn't give me time to prepare. He gripped my hips and pulled me down in one smooth motion, and I cried out as his cock buried itself inside me. The stretch was familiar now, the fullness a comfort rather than a shock.
"Fuck," I breathed.
"That's right." His hands settled on my hips, holding me in place. "Now stay still."
I whimpered. The position was exquisite—him buried to the hilt, the angle just right to press against that spot inside me. I could feel every pulse of his cock, every twitch of his muscles.
"Rei—"
"Shh." He turned to his laptop, his fingers finding the keyboard. "I've got work to do. You're just my warm little cunt, keeping my cock comfortable. Nothing more."
The words should have been degrading. Instead, they made me throb with desire.
I sat there, impaled, trying to stay still. But every small shift made his cock press against my sweet spot, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. My own cock was hard, leaking against my stomach, demanding attention I wasn't allowed to give it.
"You're not moving," Rei said without looking up. "Good boy."
The praise washed over me. I clung to it, to him, trying to stay present. But the stimulation was relentless. Each breath made me shift slightly, and each shift made me see stars.
"Rei, I can't—"
"Can't what?" His eyes flicked to me, sharp and knowing. "Can't stay still while you're being a good little hole for me?"
"I want to move. I need to—"
"You need nothing." His hand came down on my thigh, hard enough to sting. "You'll stay still until I say otherwise. Is that clear?"
"Yes." The word came out strangled. "Yes, clear."
"Good." He returned to his typing, as if he wasn't buried inside me, as if the feel of my tight heat around him wasn't driving us both mad.
Minutes passed. Or hours. I couldn't tell. The world had narrowed to the sensation of him inside me, the ache of my cock, the desperate need to move. My vision was blurring, tears of frustration and pleasure pricking at the corners of my eyes.
"Rei." My voice was a broken whisper. "Please. I can't take it. I need—"
He ignored me, his fingers moving across the keyboard with maddening calm.
I tried to focus on something else. The hum of the desk fan. The smell of coffee. The ticking of the clock on the wall. But none of it could distract me from the pulsing fullness inside me, from the way his cock seemed to reach deeper with every passing second.
At last, he looked up. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "You're doing so well, Kan. So goddamn obedient. Look at you, eyes rolled back, drooling, desperate for a cock. And yet you're staying still, because I told you to."
"Because you told me to," I repeated.
"Good boy." His hand came up, fingers finding my nipple. He rolled the sensitive peak between his fingers, then lowered his head and took it into his mouth.
I gasped, my back arching involuntarily. His tongue lashed at the hardened bud, his teeth grazing it before he sucked hard. The sensation shot through me, and I felt my cock twitch dangerously close to release.
"Stay still," he murmured against my chest. "Don't come. Not yet."
"I—I can't—"
"You can." He bit down lightly, making me cry out. "You will. You'll be a good boy and hold your come until I give you permission."
The next few minutes were torture. He alternated between sucking my nipples into hard peaks and returning to his laptop, typing as if I weren't impaled on his cock, as if I weren't trembling and desperate and seconds away from losing control.
"Rei, please." I was sobbing now, tears streaming down my face. "Please let me move. Please let me come. I'll do anything."
"Anything?" His voice was amused.
"Yes. Anything."
He considered for a moment. "Then tonight, when we meet Joe's friend, you'll do whatever he says. Whatever. He tells you. No arguing, no second-guessing. You'll be his perfect little toy, won't you?"
"Yes. Yes, I'll be anything he wants. Just please—"
"Not yet." He thrust up, just once, hard enough to make stars burst behind my eyes. "I want to see you suffer a little longer. I want to feel you clench around me while you try so desperately to behave."
The thrust had moved his cock just enough to hit that spot inside me, the one that made everything go white. I was trembling, barely holding on, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
"Rei—"
"One more minute," he said. "Hold on for one more minute, and I'll let you come."
I counted the seconds. Each one was an eternity. His cock pulsed inside me, and I could feel him getting harder, feel the tension building in his body.
"Now," he said finally. "You can move."
I didn't need to be told twice. I began to ride him desperately, slamming down onto his cock with wild abandon, chasing my release. The sensation was overwhelming, the angle perfect, and within moments I was crying out as I came, my release splattering across both our stomachs.
"Fuck, yes," Rei groaned. "So perfect. Just like that."
He thrust up a few more times, burying his face in my chest as he followed me over the edge. I felt his release flood inside me, hot and filling, and I collapsed against him, spent.
We stayed like that, tangled together, as the afternoon light faded into evening. My heart rate slowly returned to normal, and I could feel his, a steady rhythm beneath my ear.
"You ready for tonight?" he asked.
"Getting there." I lifted my head to look at him. "Thank you. For this. For everything."
"Don't thank me yet." He smirked. "You haven't met Khun Visanu yet."
"Khun Visanu?"
"Joe's friend. The one who's been so eager to meet you." He paused. "He's a collector. Of art, of experiences, of people. Joe says he's been looking for a new muse for a long time."
The name hung in the air. Visanu. A collector. Someone who might see me as something to acquire.
"Was this your plan all along?" I asked. "From the beginning?"
Rei's expression was unreadable. "My plan was to fuck you until you admitted what you really wanted. What you became after that was always up to you."
"And this man? Visanu?"
"There's something he has that I can't give you," Rei said quietly. "Something you need to discover for yourself."
"What?"
"Your limits." His hand traced down my back. "Joe and I, we can take you so far. But Visanu can take you further. He can show you the edge of your beautiful, broken self and help you find the shape of what's on the other side."
I shivered. "And if I don't want to cross that edge?"
"Then you'll know where it is." He kissed me gently. "And there's something to be said for knowing exactly where your boundaries lie. That's the thing about surrendering, Kan. It's not about losing yourself. It's about finding out, precisely, what you're capable of enduring."
I absorbed the words. They settled into me with surprising weight, grounding me somehow.
"Okay," I said. "Let's go meet him."
Rei smiled, and it was genuine, brighter than I'd expected. "That's my good boy. Now let's get you showered and dressed. We've got a future to meet."