Ming Zhao makes me her plaything.

Muscling around under my crush's hands, I try to break from her grip, but, with my footing gone I can't get an ounce of traction. Ming Zhao, voraciously eyeing my helpless nude body, bites down on her ruby-red lips; under my crush's rapacious gaze and deceptively powerful grip, I feel myself getting hard again. Freeing one of her hands, she slides her panties down those incredible legs. With only a single hand holding me down, I manage to scramble out of the corner.

But this businesswoman isn't done with me yet. I'd only managed to get out of the corner, not the vise-grip she has on me. As I try to get away, Ming Zhao twists me around, and holds my arms behind me, keeping any cover away from my throbbing manhood; from this humiliating position, she ties my hands together with her lace undergarments and whispers into my ear: "Let me apologize in advance for what I'm about to do to you, Ahab. I am so, so sorry."

I'm as scared as I've ever been.

She smacks my ass hard enough to get everyone to turn back around. Five pairs of eyes lock onto my raging erection as Ming Zhao glides her hand down my muscular chest, tracing her fingers into every divet and rise on my naked body; she doesn't cease her sensual explorations of the male form until she grabs my shaft.

A cackle escapes her lips as she begins playing with me.

I gasp, my face flushing anew as Ming Zhao bounces my dick around— in front of an audience. It feels amazing, but the humiliation is almost too much to take! She lets them eat up the obscene view for what feels like hours, letting my blush deepen until my countenance burns vermilion; once she's satisfied with my embarrassment, the conniving businesswoman shove-walks me out the waiting elevator doors.

Air conditioning. Goose bumps. Heart palpitations. Skin crawling. Face on fire. My thoughts are muddled by the bone-rattling terror of anyone else seeing me like this—manhandled naked, by this gorgeous woman. Not wanting to actually fight her to end my suffering, I try just… well, asking, "Ming Zhao, c-can we stop? I can't take this— it's too embarrassing!! What if somebody else—"

"Sorry Ahab, but it just turns me on so much to torment you like this~ Besides, It's the weekend— there shouldn't be anyone on this floor, can we please just do this until we get to my place?"

Her ruby-red lips climb beside my equally reddened ears, and the beautiful woman asks, in a sultry whisper that makes my heart skip, "Pretty please, Ahab?"