Hands wandering under clothes, lips breaking slightly only to catch a breath before locking again, soft words of praise whispered in the dark. This was usually how your nights went after Wesker had a stressful day. You would be called into his office, and within moments, you were lip-locked and straddling his lap as his hands wandered under your clothes.

This night was no different. As you sit on his lap, he moves his lips down to your neck, biting and suckling at your neck as he does. Your whimpers and soft moans only cause him to smirk and continue, his hands moving toward your thighs and squeezing. After one more sharp bite on your neck, he traces the bite mark with his tongue before chuckling. He raises a hand to your chin, turning your face so you look at him.

Wesker adored your pathetic look. Your flushed face, your lips slightly parted, and the look in your eyes were downright tempting. You were at his mercy when you were like this, and he pictured everything he could get you to do for him. His thumb runs over your bottom lip as he smirks before speaking huskly. "You would do anything for me, right, dearheart?" You hastily nod, your eyes still focused on him. He has a dark smile before pushing you off his lap. He uses one hand to push you down onto your knees as he stands up, undoing his belt as he does.

He laughs, seeing the expression on your face. You were such a submissive person, and it only made him want to ruin you even more. His hand returns to your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Now, be good and stay on your knees where you belong. I want those pretty lips wrapped around something of mine, and I won't be taking no for an answer."