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Jun De moved in, but paused when a razor-sharp blade touched his throat.
“Hurt him and die,” Mèng Yáo warned. “My father would understand.” All allure vanished from her tone. When it came to her husband, she did not play around.
Jun De smiled and pressed his throat closer to the blade, he could feel the sting of the metal cutting into his flesh and the thin trickle of blood flowing from the wound. “You and your husband have seemed to bite off more than you both can chew.”
“Meaning?” Da Han asked, his tone was calm, but just underneath the calmness was a tremble of desire. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been manhandled and never by one of his subordinates. Despite his current predicament, he was hard as granite.
Jun De pressed his erection against Da Han's ass, making his boss' breath hitch. He chuckled low. “I bet you've never been in this position.”
“Let me go,” Da Han ordered.
“No. In this bedroom, I'm in control,” Jun De said. He reached around with his free hand and grabbed Da Han's erection. “Looks like you're enjoying this, boss.”
Mèng Yáo cocked her eyebrow and looked at where Jun De's hand was massaging her husband's hard cock. It seemed that her man was enjoying what was happening. Still, she had to make sure. “Should I slit his throat, my love?”
“Not yet,” Da Han said.
Jun De smiled, then leaned in close to Da Han's ear. “See, you could have just let me do my fucking job and protect you. But no, you wanted my gun and my cock, both come fully loaded.”
He unzipped Da Han's pants and slipped his hand inside to take hold of the hot, throbbing erection. He'd been dreaming about this moment, one part of him too excited to carry out his desires and the other too afraid to wonder what would happen if he tried. That was why he'd been avoiding it as much as possible. But Da Han being who he was wouldn't let it go.
“Ahhhhh,” Da Han moaned in pleasure as Jun De began to stroke his aching cock, rubbing his thumb over his slick head.
Mèng Yáo lowered the knife from Jun De’s neck and continued to watch as her husband was being dominated by another man... something she’d never witnessed before.
“Fuck, you're so hard, I bet I can make you cum just by putting the tip of my dick inside your tight, little hole,” Jun De said.
Again, Da Han grunted and shook from the sensation and words.
“Damn, did you just release a shit ton of precum? It's so much, I thought you came... but not yet, right? You’re not there yet.” Jun De licked his ear, making Da Han tremble in anticipation.
Seeing that her husband wasn't alarmed... on the contrary, he was aroused and that was interesting to her as she'd never seen him in such a state. She placed her blade on the table in the room and walked back to the bed to enjoy the show.
Jun De released Da Han's cock and arm, then turned him around so that they were facing. He grabbed Da Han's chin and forced him to look at him. “When we fuck for the first time, I will make you my bitch. And when I let you fuck me, I will still make you my bitch. You want to dominate someone, that's what your wife is for. My cock and ass are a reward I'll give to you when and if I want to. You don't demand it, but you can beg for it.”
Da Han’s expression was one of pure amazement. “Who the fuc—”
Jun De kissed Da Han, shoving his tongue into the man's mouth, claiming him as he had been wanting to do. He reached down, taking both of Da Han's firm ass cheeks into his hands and began to walk backward toward the bed, bringing Da Han with him along the way. He turned, then pushed Da Han on the bed, the man's cock was sticking straight up and he was ready to post his flag on it. Da Han wanted him, and he was about to get him.
“I must say, I’m surprised to see this side of you, Mr. Valentino. Where have you been hiding?” Mèng Yáo asked with a seductive smirk.
“I’d like to know as well,” Da Han said. “Why didn’t you show yourself when I jerked you off that day?”
“Because we were not alone. What I do to you both, I won’t share with others,” Jun De said. “Trust me, it wasn’t easy for me to stay submissive to you under those circumstances.”
“Very well. I want to see my husband cum. But, if you hurt him, you won't leave this room alive,” Mèng Yáo replied with a cold warning.
“I'll hurt his pride maybe, and his asshole, because I'm sure I'll be popping his cherry, but I won't hurt him,” Jun De said.
“The fuck you are,” Da Han cursed and tried to sit up, but Jun De shoved him hard back down on the bed. Again, his cock let loose more precum.
“Stop trying to fight this, Da Han,” Jun De said, using his boss' name.
Da Han's eyes widened at the sheer brass the man was showing off, but he was at a loss for words as he had been since the tables were flipped.
Jun De smirked as he began to undress. “I tried to tell you to leave me alone because I wondered if you were ready for who I was. I don't conform when it comes to my cock.” He pushed his pants down and stood before Da Han and Mèng Yáo naked and hard. “This is your last timeto back out. Say the word 'leave' and I'll get dressed. Forget this ever happened and we keep our relationship professional. But, if you don't by the time I count to three...” He reached down, took hold of his cock, and began to stroke it. “Then I'm going to have you and your wife however I want. I'm going to eat your ass while she watches, but this first time, I'm not going to share you.”
Mèng Yáo scoffed, her gaze panning to her husband, who only stared at Jun De as if he were in a trance. His silence spoke volumes. She looked at Jun De as he continued.
