Female's P.O.V~
We work in the same company and he's my senior. So, before we conclude anything, he has to correct and supervise it.
That is the main cause of my frustration. He's been intentionally yelling at me and poking me in front of our colleagues.
He's pissed me off, from rude remarks to premeditated poking. I'm done with him! His behavior is getting worse, and I can't say anything, because he's my senior. And second, no one knows anything about our relationship.
So, I decided to pull him in for a quick chat. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" My anger is not subtle at all. I do not like someone disrespecting me, especially when it's my boyfriend.
As I stand against him, pinning his hands to the wall. He giggles. Glaring right into my eyes. He's not ashamed at all. He stands relaxed as if nothing has happened. And I'm aware that he very well knows why he's here.
"I know there was no mistake in that document. So why?" I want to know why is he behaving like this all of sudden. Did I do something to him that he's doing this? Or is it just to piss me off?
"Cuz it's fun. Teasing you is fun!" So this was calculated to offend me. He giggles, not even trying to hustle. After all, he's doing this pisses me off.
"We're in our office, not in our house. You have to stop, otherwise, there will be consequences." He giggles more, steadying himself down before talking. "I know. Silly! But what will be the consequence?"
"We're in the office. You can't do anything." He is right. I can do nothing.
"Are you angry?" He speaks further, tuning his tone into an insult. "You look angry. But what can you do?" Abruptly he pulls himself off of my hands, fixes his white shirt, and ridicules me again before leaving.
"By the way, I will keep on pissing you off. I will have so much fun with you today." With his intentions being outspoken, he walks off with sass in his strides. "What the fuck!" He's calling for the devil.
Male's P.O.V
I did precisely as I warned her. Irritated her and mocked her all day long. I could see the steaming anger in her eyes. She was holding it in. She had to. She had no other option.
I worked her up throughout the day and gave her some extra work to finish. Adding more hours for her to work. She's probably still working on the documents while all the other colleges have left, including me.
She's going to kill me today. But that's not what I want. I want something else. I know I've angered her, and to sustain her anger, I'm cooking.
Cooking her food always helps. I just wish it works this time as well. I do not want her to be way more than angry.
I'm humming the tune of my favorite song as I stir the curry one last time before covering it up with the lid. Then swiftly I hear the doorbell. "Fuck!"
My breaths quickly sharpen as my knees are commencing to go weak. My palms sweat and I feel my shirt congesting me. The collar was never this narrow before. And I can practically hear my heartbeat.
Inhaling strongly, I gather the courage to walk to the door, deliberately unbolting it.
As I expected, she's not happy at all. Her rage is visible on her face. She's fisting her hands and clenching her jaw. She's more than angry. She's probably come here with the best murder plan.
Unusually and creepily, she smiles, walking in with stiff steps. It's bad, it's really bad. I guess I went over the board this time. But this is so fun. I might be crazy to think like that.
I hear her sniffing as I close the door. Reverting to look at her, I regard her putting her bag on the couch. "It smells nice. What are you cooking?" Her eyes beam at me with affection. Opposite of what I predicted.
But I know what's she thinking. It's fucked when she acts the opposite of her nature. She's probably thinking of ways to torture me.
I smile wide, with poise she'll hate, answering her as I stand against the kitchen counter. "I'm cooking chicken curry. I wanted to treat you for working so hard today."
She scoffs hysterically, slowly walking towards me with her smiling face. It's not a smile I know.
Female's P.O.V~
"Did you think cooking me food can save you today?" I hate his certainty. I hate that he's standing with so much confidence when he's wrecked my mind.
As I walk to him, he grins and remains calm. I stop inches away from him, glaring at his unbothered face.
He did it keenly. I had to work an extra two hours because of him. Not only that, I had to go through his unrequired ridicule throughout the whole fucking day. "What do you mean?" His tone remains aloof.
I watch him clutch the counter as he faces me. He's seemingly waiting for me to rip off his clothes. "Nothing." I disregard his question with a smile. "Since you've been very good today, I got you a gift?"
"W-what?" There's the look I wanted to see on his face. His bright smile is altered, and his emotions are stiff and pale. He's utterly shocked. "A gift." Cupping his face, I graze my lips gently on his lips.
He's too shocked to move or say anything. "What happened? Do you not want it? You said you like gifts." I can see how rattled he is. He doubtless doesn't know how to reply.
"No! No. I do like gifts. Show me what you got." He tries to sound amazed, but I know he isn't. Ignoring that and grinning merrily, I lead him to the couch.
I watch his eyes follow my hands, eager to see what's coming. Pulling out his surprise, I watch his eyes stunned. "Do you like it?" His stiff body swiftly seems delighted. He smiles pleasantly, looking at me with so much passion.
"Go then. Get the lube." He runs off like a five-year-old. He doesn't have any idea what I will do to him.
Patting my thighs, I call him to bend over them. And he obeys, slowly showcasing his ass up. "Are you excited?" I squeeze his cheeks apart, rubbing his clothed ass as he nods.
"Good. You should be." I'll have so much fun today.
Male's P.O.V~
She smacks and plays with my ass, caressing my entrance, hidden behind my pants. The pleasure is sweet and gentle. Every mild spank turns me even more, delighting my bulge and making the pants tighter around my ass.
When I thought of pleasure, I had her angry face in my mind. Tormenting and getting her revenge on me, but she's so loving right now. Maybe she's not angry and caught the hint that I wanted this.
Maybe I got what I wanted without making her furious. Maybe my plan worked but in the better way possible. She might've considered my side more than hers.
"You have such a perfect ass. Big and squishy. You know I love your bubbly butt, right?" I nod in reply as her teasing statement riles me more.
Eventually, I feel her hands wrap around my waist and unbuckle the belt. She tenderly runs her hand over my clothed bulge and squeezes it, enhancing the pleasure. My body is melting from her delicate hands.
This was easy than I thought it would be. The whole situation worked out in my favor. Now I will use this exact trick of offending her whenever I want her to fuck me.
"Gorgeous." As soon as she pulls my pant off to my thighs, I feel her lips on my ass cheeks, grazing my skin. Her plump lips are so soft on my skin.
Her teeth miss no chance of getting a bite and make me whimper along with her slippery tongue, grazing.
Her lips get replaced by her hand, drawing her hand from my hole to my bulge, rubbing and squeezing my balls while she holds me on her thighs with her free hand. Everything feels so wonderful. I can't wrap my head around it.
Suddenly I receive a strong spank.
My whole body jitters from shock. I didn't foresee that at all. Spank after spank, my ass stings, but they never stop. I feel her aggression hitting against my ass each time she lands a spank.
