A hand reaches up to the back of your head and pushes your face back down roughly against the hard surface of the desk. “Stay down. Your face is an unwanted distraction.”

It wasn't uncommon for you to be called into Wesker’s office; after all, you were a precious Tricell member and the best of the best. It was something Wesker… admired. You did as you were told, which he appreciated in someone. Something he often took advantage of.

It’s not like this was an uncommon event. You would be called into his office under the guise of “assisting in work.” before you knew it, you had been stripped and bent over his desk. “Stress relief” is what Wesker called it.

Here you were, bent over his desk per usual, with his hand on the back of your head to force you down as he continued his “work” from behind. His gloved hand dug into the back of your head as he continued his rough and aggressive movements, pushing against you with an extreme amount of force.

You whimper as your legs tremble, and Wesker suddenly stops. The hand on the back of your head roughly pulls you upward until you feel his hot breath against your ear. “Quiet.” Wesker says rather harshly in your ear. “Or do you want people to hear you being pathetic and whining? Would you want someone to come in and see your pathetic little self taken by your boss? Is that it?”

You don’t even get a chance to respond before being pushed harshly against the desk again, your face pressed into the desk's cold surface. “Be quiet and cease your whining.” Wesker says, his other gloved hand reaching to your rear and squeezing it tightly. “Don’t make me regret choosing you for this. Just keep your head down and your back arched for me.”

“Behave. And I might go easy on you.”