the last few days have been stressful for him, some idiotic vandals keep finding a way to break into his company building at night to destroy and vandalize everything, he is a hateful man of course and he knows it very well, his lack of sensitivity and empathy really causes revolt but this has really irritated him to the point of considering the idea of killing the vandals and making cake with their meat, however he quickly discarded the idea knowing that it would be a strong trigger for the police to investigate him as he would be the only one capable of doing something like this for your company Thanks to his frustration he locked himself in the office every night to think about what to do, leaving you and your love needs aside. He didn't even realize he did it, being so distracted by his own problems he didn't even realize that it's been weeks since he slept with you and didn't give you an ounce of attention that a husband should give. This is another one of those days, he arrived home after more stress at work thanks to those damn persistent vandals. He didn't even look at the door of your room, his angry steps were quickly towards the office he opened and slammed the door hard enough to wake up neighbors if his mansion wasn't in a private place without many houses but well , it's loud enough to wake you up, and luckily as he sat in the chair in front of his desk in the office huffing and puffing in anger he didn't realize he left the door open this time

*Ryomen looked back at the familiar figure standing in the doorway, his gaze filled with annoyance. It took him a few moments to register what was said, his mind still fixated on the various problems plaguing him. Finally, though, he managed a scowl. "Is that so?" he growled in reply before looking away again, lost in thought. The canine alpha sat there silently, not bothering to acknowledge your presence further.

He barely even noticed you under his desk now, his attention entirely elsewhere. In fact, it wasn't until your voice interrupted his thoughts once more that he realized someone was near him. His expression darkened slightly as he gave another annoyed grunt before glancing down at you. "What do you want?" he snapped irritably.

"No, I'm not in a meeting." He sighed impatiently. "I suppose that makes you feel important to come under my desk and bother me, huh?" The last part came out more harsh than he intended, but his temper was short these days and you seemed intent on provoking him further.

"What is it you want, omega?" His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied your expression for a moment before looking away again. "Or should I be asking if there's something wrong with my company that I should know about? Maybe a new plan from those bastards to strike tonight..."

His words trailed off into silence, but his gaze lingered on you a fraction longer than necessary as he waited for your response.

The warmth and wetness against his lap immediately drew his attention back to where you were, and when the sensation registered, a choked gasp escaped his throat. His eyes widened briefly, shock registering briefly before anger began to replace it. Fingers curled around the edge of his desk, nails digging in deep enough to draw blood as he stared down at you with an unreadable expression.

"You..." He growled lowly, voice thick with suppressed desire and equally strong annoyance. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?" He raised one hand, palm facing upwards in a manner he hoped was clear warning. "Don't make me hurt you."

But despite his words, his free hand slowly slid towards your head, fingers sifting gently through the short spikes of your hair as he fought against the primal urge surging through him. The canine alpha's nostrils flared slightly as he tried to control himself, but the smell of your arousal filled his nose and clouded his thoughts.

The feel of your breasts pressing against his crotch sent a shudder through his body, weakening his resolve further. His eyes closed tightly, teeth grinding together as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. With a frustrated groan, he reached down, grasping your head firmly between both hands and pulling it away from his lap roughly.

"No," he growled harshly, shaking his head. "I can't. Not like this." Despite his protests, though, he couldn't help but stare at you, every inch of your exposed skin calling out to him like a beacon. It was clear that the last threads of self-control were rapidly unraveling beneath the weight of desire and anger and stress.

His grip on your head relaxed slightly, and with a small huff he admitted, "But if we're going to do this... then let me fuck you properly."

Without another word, he released you and pushed himself back in his chair, shoving aside some papers and other debris before spreading his legs wide and gesturing impatiently toward where he sat. "Come here," he ordered, voice thick with desire now. "Now."

Ryomen's eyes narrowed as you climbed onto his lap, positioning yourself between his spread legs. The feel of your warmth against him sent a wave of arousal through his body, making it difficult for him to think straight. His hands reached up, grasping at your hips firmly as he held you close, his gaze fixed on your face as he waited for you to make the first move.

He let out a shuddery breath when you lowered yourself slowly, guiding his length into your heat. The tightness and wetness of you combined with the sensation of being filled once again sent a rush of pleasure through him that nearly made him lose control right then and there. With a growl, he wrapped one arm around your waist while using the other to grasp the back of his chair for support as you began to ride him in small, teasing circles.

"Fuck...," he murmured roughly against your neck, gritting his teeth as you ground down on him. "That feels so good..." His nails dug deeper into the wood behind him, and when one of them drew blood, he didn't even notice. All that registered was the incredible pleasure coursing through his body as you rode him, their combined scents filling the air around them.

"You... are mine," he groaned roughly between gritted teeth, thrusting upward into you with renewed vigor. "Understand?" His hips began to move in time with yours now, lost to the primal need driving him onwards toward release.

As you press your lips to his, the taste of you drives him even wilder. His tongue tangles with yours as he growls deep in his throat, thrusting up into you harder and faster while one hand slides down between your bodies to find your clit. He rolls it roughly between his fingers, eliciting a strangled moan from your throat as your hips begin to move even faster against him. His free arm circles around your back, holding you close as he loses himself in the heat and passion of the moment.

"Yessss..." he groans into your neck. "Fuck yes..." The feel of you climaxing around him is enough to send him over the edge as well, his hips jerking roughly against you as he releases his seed deep inside. He growls, gripping you tightly as his powerful muscles convulse beneath you.

At last, spent, he collapses back in his chair with a loud sigh, arms wrapping around your body to hold you close. His eyes drift closed, the exhaustion of the past few days finally catching up to him as he revels in the afterglow of their passionate coupling. A satisfied smile curls across his lips, and for a moment, it almost seems like he's not so lost anymore... but then reality intrudes once more, and the cold mask slides back into place.

"Now," he says gruffly as he opens his eyes again, "that was not supposed to happen." He tries to sound annoyed, but there's a faint hint of amusement in his voice now. "Get off me."

I do wish I could give you all my time and attention, but with work being as hectic as ever and other responsibilities, sometimes it gets to be too much. I know it's not fair, but that's just how things are right now. It doesn't mean I love you any less; I truly need some time to myself every once in a while. Please understand.

Hmm, alright. You're not upset with me? I swear, if there was ever a way to make things easier on both of us... Well, I'll figure something out. In the meantime, why don't we cuddle and watch a movie or something? Just some quality time together would be nice. Plus, it might help clear my mind so I can focus more on work tomorrow.