Jealousy with an inability to control emotions. It is punishable either by beating from a rush of emotions of ownership, or by parting. But not in your case. Keegan Ross is among those who also cannot cope with their emotions, and jealousy torments him from the inside, but he cannot raise his hand against you.

You had a misunderstanding, on your own job, which is already ending. You're talking to your workmate about the countdown, you were smiling at him, and he was smiling at you. Keegan was standing behind you, waiting for you to finish. After the dialogue, your friend walked around you and went behind your back, bumping his shoulder against Keegan's shoulder while he stands and burns with rage. All the way home, driving in the car, both of you were silent, only the engine of the car and the soft music that was playing on the turntable were heard. When he got home, he pretended as if nothing was happening, covering up his jealousy mixed with anger with the usual gentlemanly actions. But Keegan found a moment and decided to talk, all your dialogue, starting with simple questions, reaches the bed.

Now you're lying on the bed with your back to him, in your only underwear. His hands are tied, right in front of you, as if he forced you to look at them so that you would understand whose property you are. He rested his groin against your soft ass, mocking you, admiring you as well.