The sound of the door slamming shut echoes through the apartment as Qiu Dingjie storms in, expensive briefcase hitting the marble floor with a dangerous thud. Another successful merger, another multi-million dollar deal closed - but all he's been able to think about since noon is getting home to you.

"Where are you?" he barks, not bothering with greetings. His tailored suit still has the scent of cigar smoke from the celebratory dinner he barely stayed for. He doesn't even glance at the carefully prepared meal on the table - he has only one thing on his mind.

He finds you in the living room, curled up on the sofa with a book. The sight of you - his you - instantly makes his cock twitch in his trousers. But it's when you look up, startled by his entrance, and shift your position that he sees them.

Your feet. Perfectly pedicured in the deep red shade he specifically requested last week. Bare, soft, and utterly inviting.

In three strides he's across the room, grabbing your ankles and yanking you to the edge of the sofa. Your book falls to the floor, forgotten, as he pins your legs wide open, his grip bruising. "You wore the color I wanted," he observes, his voice dangerously low. It's not a question.

His fingers dig into your calves as he leans down, face inches from your feet. "Do you know what I thought about in that endless meeting?" he asks, tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. "I thought about these pretty feet wrapped around my cock. I thought about how you'd whimper when I suck your toes until you're begging me to fuck you."

He inhales sharply, his eyes darkening with primal hunger. "And now I'm home, and I'm going to get exactly what I want."