My heart was pounding, but I nodded, trying to keep my voice even. "What do you want me to do?"
He picked up one of the toys, a thin silver plug. "Take off your clothes."
I could feel my face burning as I slowly undressed, his gaze never leaving me. When I was naked, he reached out, trailing his fingers across my skin, his touch sending a shiver through my body.
"Get on the bed," he said, his voice low and commanding.
I climbed onto the bed, my legs trembling slightly.
"Lay down."
I did as he instructed, my pulse quickening as he straddled me. His hand slid between my legs, and I gasped as he gently pressed the toy inside me, his other hand gripping my hip.
"Is that okay?" he asked, his tone suddenly soft and concerned.
I nodded, my breath catching as he began to move the toy, the sensation both strange and exhilarating. I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the feeling, the sound of my own breathing loud in my ears.
After a few moments, Jihoon removed the toy, his hand moving to the box. This time he didn't pull out a small toy, he pulled out a dildo half of his dick size and handcuffs.
"You should be able to take this, it's not even close to my size." He smirked grabbing my arms and handcuffed me.
"I don't like this." I muttered nervously, he leaned in and kissed me, "Don't make me mad." He whispered.
I took a shaky breath, watching as he grabbed the lube and coated the dildo. I squeezed my eyes shut as he positioned the tip at my entrance.
"Relax," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I did my best to follow his instructions, forcing myself to relax as he slowly pushed the dildo inside me. It felt strange and foreign, but not necessarily unpleasant.
"There you go," he whispered, his free hand running along my side, soothing me.
When he was satisfied that I was ready, he grabbed something else and suddenly the dildo started moving. I cried out, my body arching off the bed as the vibrations hit me.
"How does it feel?" he asked, his lips curving into a smirk.
"It feels weird ," I gasped, struggling to form a coherent sentence.
"Good weird or bad weird?" he asked, his amusement evident.
"I-I don't know," I managed to stammer, my body quivering as he continued to move the dildo.
"Then let's find out," he said, leaning down to capture my lips in a heated kiss.
I clung to him, overwhelmed by the sensation. When he pulled back, his expression was filled with lust.
He pulled away from me, grabbed his phone off the drawer and pointed it towards me. Suddenly he started recording, and as soon as he started recording the dildo's speed increased. It was like he was controlling it with a remote.
My head fell back against the pillow, my mouth open in a silent cry as the dildo began to move faster, the vibrations becoming almost unbearable.
"Tell me what you want," Jihoon growled, his voice husky and full of desire. He stood over me recording me with a smile on his face, the sight of him making me even more aroused.
"Please," I moaned, my hips bucking involuntarily. "I need more."
Jihoon pressed the button, the speed decreasing and making me whine. "Not until you ask for it."
"Please, I want more," I begged, my body trembling as I writhed on the bed.
"Say it," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.
"I want you," I gasped, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. "Please, Jihoon, I need you."
He smiled, his expression smug. "That's what I wanted to hear."
He tossed his phone to the side, climbing on top of me, his lips capturing mine in a heated kiss. He reached between us, taking hold of the dildo, and slowly began to pull it out of me.
I whimpered, the sudden loss of the vibrations leaving me aching and needy. Jihoon didn't waste any time, his hand moving down to his pants, pulling out his cock.
"Please," I whispered, desperate for him to fill the void inside me.
"Since you asked so nicely," he murmured, positioning himself at my entrance.
He thrust into me, the sudden intrusion making me cry out. He didn't give me time to adjust, his hips moving at a relentless pace, driving me to the brink of ecstasy.
"Ji-Jihoon," I moaned, my voice ragged as I clung to him, my body quaking.
Suddenly as I reached my climax he stopped moving, he plugged something inside my dick which blocked the cum.
He leaned down and kissed me, whispering, "We're not done yet."
"Please," I begged, desperate for release. "Please, let me come."
"Not yet," he murmured, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "Not until I say so."
I whined, frustrated and overwhelmed. Jihoon began to move again, his hips rocking against mine, the friction building. I moaned, the pleasure bordering on pain as I teetered on the edge.
"Are you going to be good and do as I say?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.
"Yes," I gasped, my body quivering as he continued to drive into me. "I'll do whatever you want."
"Then beg," he growled, his grip tightening on my hips.
"Please," I cried, my body tensing as he increased his pace, his cock hitting the spot that made me see stars.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice ragged.
"Please, Jihoon," I sobbed, my body shuddering as he thrust into me.
"Please, fuck me harder. Make me come. Please."
I couldn't take it anymore. I was lost in the haze of pleasure, my body on fire as he drove me to the edge.
"Beg," he growled, his grip on my hips almost bruising.
"Please," I choked out, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Please, I need to come. Please, Jihoon."
My pleas seemed to spur him on, his thrusts becoming almost punishing, his cock pounding into me, hitting the spot that made me see stars. I could feel the pressure building, my body straining as I teetered on the edge.
"Come," Jihoon commanded, his voice strained.
The dam broke, my body shuddering as I came, waves of pleasure washing over me, the intensity overwhelming. I wasn't even done but he started moving again.
"Ah! Jihoon!" I cried, my body jerking as he continued to fuck me, driving me through my orgasm and straight into overstimulation.
"I'm not done with you," he growled, his grip on me bruising. "Not until I'm finished."
"Please," I whimpered, my body writhing as he fucked me hard and fast.
"I want to see you fall apart," he groaned, his hips snapping against mine.
I could feel another orgasm building, the sensation almost too much to bear. I could barely breathe, my body shaking as I rode the waves of pleasure.
"Come for me," Jihoon ordered, his voice ragged and low.
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The next morning I woke up wrapped in Jihoon's arms, the warmth that I felt made me forget about the horrible things that I have to endure.
I snuggled in his arms enjoying this little bit of warmth and happiness, before he woke up and went back to his cold self.
The early morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow on the room as I lay there in Jihoon's arms. For a brief moment, everything felt perfect—like maybe, just maybe, this was enough. I could pretend that the tenderness I felt now would last longer than a fleeting moment, that when Jihoon woke up, he wouldn't push me away like he always did.
I shifted slightly, snuggling deeper into his embrace, savoring the rare warmth and closeness. My heart swelled with a mix of hope and dread. I knew it wouldn't last. It never did. But for now, I allowed myself to enjoy it. Just for a little while.
A few minutes later Jihoon's phone started ringing, he groaned as he got shifted to grab his phone. Without even looking at who was calling he turned of his phone, and threw his head back on the pillow.
I looked at him quietly nervous of what was to come next, he ran his hand through his hair and closed his eyes. Suddenly he looked down at me and scoffed, "what the hell do you think you're doing, all snuggled up in my arms."
"Oh, I'm sorry." I said nervously getting up from his arm, he got up looked at me for a second like he was thinking of what to do with me.
Suddenly he cupped my face and pulled me in for a kiss, though Jihoon was cold as snow his touch was warm like summer breeze.
I froze for a moment, caught off guard by Jihoon's sudden kiss. His lips pressed against mine, and despite the confusion swirling inside me, I found myself kissing him back. His grip on my face was firm but gentle, a stark contrast to the harshness of his words just seconds ago. It was like Jihoon was two different people—one who wanted to push me away, and another who, in rare moments, pulled me in closer.
The kiss was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment. My heart raced, not just because of the kiss, but because I knew this wouldn't last. It never did. But for now, I allowed myself to sink into it, forgetting for just a second how fleeting these moments always were.
When he finally pulled away, he didn't say anything. He just stared at me, his dark eyes searching mine, as if trying to decide what to do next. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a mixture of hope and dread. I wanted to ask him what this meant, but I was too scared of the answer.
Jihoon ran a hand through his hair again and leaned back against the headboard, breaking eye contact. He grabbed his phone and gestured for me to get closer, curious I got closer and to my surprise he opened the video he took of me last night.
As he played the video I could feel the heat in my body rise, seeing myself bare naked and vulnerable made me feel so embarrassed.
"You look so cute with a dildo up your ass, we should this next time." He smirked look at me.
"Please delete that, I don't want anyone seeing this." I said trying to keep my voice steady. "Who said anyone else was going to see this?" He questioned.
"Sorry but what's mine is mine, so no one has the right to look at what's mine." He stated.
Right, I was his. I belonged to him and no one else, he wouldn't show the video to anyone.
"I have a green Idea." He grinned
"A great idea?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, though I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear the answer.
Jihoon's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the way I was squirming under his gaze. "Yeah. Let's take some morning pictures."
"What kind of pictures?" I asked nervously, He smirked as he got up slipping on his boxers and turned to me. He uncovered me leaving me bare naked and the morning cold breeze brushed on my skin.
"Be a good boy and pose." He smiled.
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest as Jihoon's eyes roamed over me. His smirk widened, clearly enjoying the power he held in this moment. I wanted to cover myself, to pull the sheets over my body, but his gaze had me pinned in place, like I couldn't move even if I wanted to.
"Come on, Minji," he said, his voice soft but commanding. "Don't act shy now. You've already given me everything." He gestured toward the phone in his hand, reminding me of the video from the night before.
"Okay." I agreed my voice below a whisper.
"Good boy, now lay down on the bed spread your legs and give me an erotic look." He commanded.
Nervously I laid on my back, and I slowly started spreading my legs. "Hold your legs up." He ordered.
"This is embarrassing." I said stuttering.
"Do it."
I slowly lifted up my leg and he started taking pictures of my bare naked body, he took close up pictures and full body pictures.
He made me do all kinds of poses and took a picture of every inch of my body.
TBC