Forced Pearl Tasting in Break Room - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

The next morning, Ryan still had his arm wrapped around me, guiding me through each step like nothing had changed.
When he realized I wasn't pulling away, his confidence grew.
"Crushing ice for lemon tea takes force," he murmured, his body swaying against mine in demonstration. "You've got to move with it—like this."
His hands slid under my shirt, warm palms skimming my waist before giving my stomach a teasing squeeze…
"Not fine enough," he said, voice low. "Needs to be crushed more."
His breath tickled my ear, sending electric shivers down my spine. I was dizzy with the sensation.
"See? Perfect when you put your back into it."
His lips grazed my earlobe, pushing me closer to the edge. My body burned under his touch.
I'm the hunter here, I thought, pulse racing. And Ryan? He's just my prey.
"Got it, Boss~" I purred, forcing my voice steady. "I'll remember for next time."
My heart hammered so hard I swore he could hear it.
"Good girl, Jessica." His fingers traced my hip. "How about I take you somewhere fun after your shift?"
"Fun?" The word sent a thrill through me. I could barely wait for closing time.
But it was only 8 PM—still hours to go.
Then, without warning, Ryan stepped away and headed for the door. My breath hitched as he pulled down the shop's shutter.
He wants me too.
I abandoned the counter in a heartbeat.
The second the lock clicked, I was in front of him, cheeks flushed.
"Ryan," I teased, "since when do we close up in broad daylight?"
His grin turned wicked. "Since I decided to be bad."
Then his mouth was on mine, hot and demanding. I melted into him—his touch was everything I'd craved.
Just as I was losing myself, he pulled back, lips brushing my ear.
"Jessica… I have a very specific kink. Will you play along?"
At this point, I was beyond rational thought. Every nerve in my body screamed for him.
"Anything," I gasped. "Just take me, Ryan."
His smirk deepened as he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the break room.
This is really happening.
I felt like some lovesick teenager, ready to surrender completely.
Heart pounding, I waited for what came next.
Then—
Rope.
He tied me down, legs forced apart, skirt hiked up.
"Ryan?!" I squirmed, confused.
He returned with a jumbo straw and a bucket of bubble tea big enough to drown in.
"Jessica," he said, eyes gleaming, "I get off on watching people drink until they're stuffed. Tonight? You're my feast."
My gaze darted to the bucket. No way in hell.
"If it's just tea," I choked out, tugging at the ropes, "why the restraints?"
His grin turned dangerous. "No more games."
"Here's the deal—you finish a hundred pearls…"
Then he yanked my skirt higher.