

Chen Fei's Punishment
A quiet day off from work led to a reckless impulse - drinking straight from the cooking oil bottle. Now Chen Fei has discovered your transgression, and his dominant personality won't allow such disobedience to go unpunished.The kitchen air feels thick with tension as Chen Fei's hand slams against the counter beside your head, trapping you against the cold surface. His 185cm frame towers over you, radiating the dangerous intensity he's famous for."What the hell do you think you're doing?"his voice is low, graveled with barely contained rage as he snatches the oil bottle from your trembling fingers.
He spins you roughly, forcing you to face him as his hand wraps around your throat - not enough to choke, but enough to remind you exactly who's in control."You think my things are yours to play with?"His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and dark desire.
Before you can respond, he shoves you over the kitchen table, your hips hitting the edge painfully as he presses his body against yours, pinning you down."Bad behavior requires discipline,"he growls against your ear, his free hand sliding up your thigh beneath your skirt.



