I want it rough

A year later

Yoori sat on a black leather chair backing the glassy walls, which displayed the entire view of the city. The sun was about to set outside, so a pinkish ray of the sun streamed in. With her nose buried in the file in her hands, she read with so much concentration, marking some important parts with a green light highlighter.

After a while, she stretched her numb body and closed her drowsy eyes as she listened to the sound of her bones creaking. Oh my gosh! It had been so long since I had visited my yoga classes. " She murmured, walking towards the glass walls. She sipped on the hot black coffee in her hands and moaned at its sweet taste as she raised her head to take a glimpse of the sky.

Rays of pink and orange have spread across the previously clear bluish sky, signifying the setting of the sun, marking the end of the day. She dragged her chair towards the walls, sat comfortably, swinging on it. She raised her long leg on top of the other, then rested her back on the seat and smiled.

She had achieved a lot since her arrival in Bradley City. At first, she was worried about how she was going to make it because she had never had even a penny. She settled on the thought of selling the expensive jeep her ex-husband had gifted her as a wedding gift and using the money to start up her own company. As for now, she had a couple of cars lying in her garage that were of no use.

Her entertainment company had overgrown, leaving a wide range of the ones she had once worked for. It had been three years since she felt at home, but she never missed it. The saying, which states, "Go east, go west, home is the best," was like a myth to her. How could home be the best when everyone failed to believe her? Her own sister, who was the only person to testify that she was not guilty, refused to help her out.

When she narrated the incident to her sister, she claimed to have seen her coming out of the hotel room limping and she immediately knew she was sexually harrassed. She even claimed to know the guy who did that to her, but when she asked her to tell their parents the truth, she vehemently refused.

At that moment, as she sat gazing at the setting sun, she sighed heavily, massaging her head. In a month's time, she would be returning home. Not for her parents, but to set up her new company. She had decided to major in business when she saw that the business companies she had started in different parts of the world did well.

Her assistants were the ones who took care of them, but she had decided to accompany them. No one knew who was the CEO of the YJ companies, which were taking a huge profit every year, causing the other companies to shut down. Her assistants were well trained so that they got used to going undercover without being caught.

Not even once have they dared to reveal her name and identity. Now that she was officially the world's largest business tycoon, whom no one could defeat that easily, she decided to reveal herself to the world.

"Ding!"

Her phone bleeped, jerking her from her half-conciousness world. Her face flushed, sending waves throughout her body as she read the message. She squeezed her legs tightly to prevent her juices from flowing down. She pinched her nipples, which had already hardened, and gasped.

"Are you coming tonight or should I drop by?" The message was read. To another person, this message was not kinky enough to turn them on. But the weight it had carried was something she and the sender only knew.

"Just come over." She texted back as she let her mind reminisce on what was to be done that night. Since her rape incident, she has become a sex freak. It's not that she wanted, but that was the only way that she could get her mind off of that nightmare of her life. At first, she was never interested in sex until that guy happened. She met him at a business party, and after a while, they became friends.

Out of the habit of stealing kisses, randomly sqeezing each other's asses, and sending erotic messages constantly, they realized they were getting close not as friends but as bed buddies. The guy had erupted a thirst in her which no one could quench. He was the only one among those she had experimented with who could satisfy her. He was a beast in bed. He always managed to make her orgasm many times, till she forgot.

She always left her tired but still craving more. They had promised each other that they weren't to fall in love with each other. What was to remain between them was sex and their business relationship.

"I should find you ready in bed clad in your birth suit." The guy texted back almost immediately with horny emojis.

"Fuck!" Yoori shook her head, attempting to distract herself from the filthy thoughts. But no matter how hard she tried to focus on something else, images of them making insane love flashed through her mind.

"I want you right now, Jas." She whimpered, sending a voice message to him.

In a short while, she heard a car driving through her company gates, the closing of the car's door, and then it went silent.

"He must be proceeding towards the elavator now." She closed her eyes, imagining his long legs eating up the distance between them.

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10. He is now in the elavator. " She counted in her mind.

Yoori closed her eyes, listening to the thumping of her own heart. She smiled, wondering what kind of trick Jas would come up with because he was fond of introducing new tricks every time they got intimate. With her mind busy counting, she walked to the small library adjacent to her office and grabbed the golden box hidden in between the books. With trembling hands, breaking breaths, and eyes full of desire, she unlocked, letting the keys drop on the floor with a clang.

She carried it towards the glassy table beside her book shelves, which she used as a dining table whenever she had lunch or dinner in the office, and placed it carefully. "Come one, Jas, why are you taking so long today?" She whirled, lacking patience.

"80...81...82...83...84...85...86...87...88...89...90." She counted.

"Oh goodness, I forgot something important." She suddenly remembered and ran to the wine cellar behind the door and brought out two expensive liquor bottles. "95...96...97...98...99...100." Her mind finished counting and an elegant man, clad in a billion dollar blue suite and leather shoes, walked in. With her eyes red with desire, she raised her head and their eyes met. She sat on the leather coach, not saying anything, squeezing her legs together.

"Why is my horny little doll dumb?" Jas's deep, rough voice echoed through the suddenly quiet office. They remained mute for a while, listening to the hiss of their own breaths. "So, you are ready?" Jas asked, extending his veined hand, his index finger pointing at the golden box, which sat comfortably on the glassy table.

"I missed you." Yoori blutered, throwing herself into his arms and sniffing him.

"Did you miss me or my dick?" With a smile on his handsome face, he questioned and pulled her against him for a heated kiss. Their kisses have always been rough and demanding, to the point where they were out of breath from how intense they were.

"I missed your dick." She admitted catching her breath. Jas nodded, quite amused by Yoori's sudden boldness. He stared at her for a while before getting over his shock.

“I guess you are right,” he said. “And since you have asked me over yourself, I am quite certain we will play here today, and I am sure you will like it.“ He said, and Yoori nodded. She was too worked up and turned on to form any type of word, and Jas was aware of that.

"Strip." He demanded, and her clothes were gone before he blinked. Yoori blushed, liking the way his deep blue eyes roamed all over her body. She was already wet and dripping. She looked up, letting him enjoy the view in front of him.

"On the couch, doll, with your hands above your head and your legs wide open for me." She did, and the smell of her juices hit her nostrils, making the situation worsen. Yoori was on display waiting for another command as Jas stood in front of her with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Jas... please," she started to beg. She wanted him to get into action. She does like him when he is thrusting into her tight pussy roughly. She always loses her mind for too much pleasure.

"Please what, doll?" He smirked, tilting his head.

"Play with me, I need you. Make it rough with no mercy. " She begged and a victory smirk appeared on her face when she realized what she had just said had taken effect on him. She knew he was as worked up as she was, and the tension between them became palpable. His shaft was pressing hard against his pants, struggling to be left free.

"You are such a good fucking pleasure doll." He groaned as he closed the space between them by taking two steps forward and said, "But don't you think you are too fast, huh? "I have yet to see your safe play doll," he said, and she immediately got into action because she knew what he wanted to see.

With her milky legs wide open, she sat on the leather coach and rode it. Jas had brought it, especially for that reason. Holding onto it tightly, she closed her eyes, letting her mind sink into the pleasures that were building inside her.

"Not too fast, doll." He corrected, and she whimpered, trying to slow herself down.

"Please." She begged. Jas stood up and said, "Since you have been begging too much, let me get into action. Don't dare ask me to stop. " He warned, and she found herself nodding, knowing she was about to get into a rough exercise that would leave her sore and uncouncious.

She watched as Jas stripped in front of her. Her eyes widened when he saw his shaft was hard and dripping. She swallowed dryly and opened her mouth to say something, but Jas beat her into it.

"Shh!" He silenced her, nibbling her earlobes. She closed her eyes, inhaling his strong, masculine, woody scent.

"This is so much you, Jas." She whimmed, curling her toes, her nails digging deep into his back.