Chapter Song Suggestion - "Where to Go by GEN NEO"
~ Kang-Dae
I stare out the windows, holding onto a tumbler of whiskey. For hours, I stand here waiting and now it's pouring relentlessly. A sharp crack of thunder rends the sky and lighting brightens the room for a split second, echoing my distinctly dark mood.
She's not coming.
Draining the liquor, I savor the slow burn down my throat, unable to suppress my acute disappointment. "That's how badly you wanted her to come." I scorn myself.
For two days, I waited. I don't leave the house, instructing Secretary Park to postpone all my meetings and declining phone calls. I lost count on the number of times he silently questions my unusual behavior. Secretary Park knows better than to ask about my relationships with women. Often, he's the one who discreetly arranges them for me.
Ever since I made Aera the offer, my concentration fails me, yet nothing can fix my obsession until I hear the answer from her lips. I'm not a good man in the conventional sense. I'm definitely not perfect. Aera won't be my first contracted woman, and she won't be the last. That's the kind of person I am, forged by the lifestyle I'm swimming in.
On the coffee table, my phone buzzes. The name 'Joo Mun-Hee' flashes on the screen. Annoyance fills me. She's the last person I want to deal with right now. Switching off the device, I toss it onto the sofa. Running a hand through my hair, I loosen the buttons of my shirt and walk to the mini bar, preparing to refill my drink when the doorbell rings.
The organ in my chest skips a beat.
Can it be?
Dropping everything, I hurry to the intercom and there she is on the little screen soaked from head to toe. Opening the gates, I rush out the front doors and meet her halfway, uncaring that I'm getting drenched. When she sees me, her lips tilt with a crooked grin, her eyes blinking rapidly from the downpour. Looking like a drowned rat, she's still a sight for sore eyes.
"Yes or no?" I ask hoarsely, taking one step closer.
She hugs herself, her teeth chattering. "Y-yes."
I smile until my jaws ache, sweeping her into my arms. She lets out a short cry that turns into full-blown laughter when I run us back into the house. Water drips everywhere but all I care about is the fact she's here. Setting her down, I wipe the raindrops from her lashes and cheeks. "I thought you weren't coming."
She shivers uncontrollably. "T-traffic was bad...a-and it started raining," The chill doesn't stop the cocksure smile overwhelming her quivering lips. "You didn't think I was going to make it easy for you, did you? I AM voluntarily walking into the wolf's den."
Amusement bubbles deep inside. Cheeky woman. "Come on," I shut the doors and grab her hand. "Let's get out of these wet clothes or we'll both catch a cold."
Guiding her to the master bedroom, I strip out of my wet clothes. Aera mimics me, but I stop her. "Let me do it." Gently spinning her to face the mirror, I whisper lowly. "Watch."
Her breath hitches, her lips parting in anticipation as I unzip the back of her dress in a torturously slow fashion. The back of my knuckles graze the silk of her skin.
Down…
Down…it goes…
A shiver, unrelated to the cold works its way through her spine. I hide my smile.
Letting the dress fall, I plant kisses on her neck, and she tilts for me, giving me better access. Standing in just a set of black bra and panties, I make a mental note to buy her something beautiful – lace, I decide. Next, I unhook her bra, slipping my fingers under the straps and her beautifully rounded breasts pop out. I don't usually pay much attention to women's breasts when I fuck them but with Aera, I want to worship every inch of her skin. "Beautiful," I breathe into her ear, turning her around. I latch onto her mounds, sucking and biting her pouty, pink areolas. Though her frame is slight, I love how her breasts fills up my hands. Soft and natural. By the time I lift my head, she's thoroughly flushed. I chuckle thoughtfully. Until Aera, I never find blushes or innocence appealing. "Come on, let's take a hot bath together."
She removes her panty while I fill up the tub, making sure the temperature is perfect. When it's ready, I help her in. Seeing her sitting in my bathtub, wet and naked, my cock springs to life. Aera blushes harder at the sight of my erection.
"It's been a while." I shrug, feeling like a randy schoolboy again. Climbing into the tub, I lean on the edge and draw her into me. With her back against my chest, I hug her close, savoring the feel of her in my arms. Giving in to my desire, I stroke my hands all over her. Lips brushing her ear, I tease in a husky undertone. "Since you came, does that mean you're willing to let me do anything I want with you?"
Like I imagine, her nipples tighten into delectable buds while goosebumps awaken along her skin. It's amazing how sensitive she is. And how turned on she is by my voice alone. Aera leans her head into the crook of my shoulder, arching playfully so her bottom grinds against my erection. I squeeze her flesh, holding in a groan. "I'll let you touch me if I can touch you." She coos softly, her unique violet tinged eyes seducing me. "Turnabout is fair play."
"Fuck." I bury my face into her hair. "You're so fucking gorgeous."
She continues to rub her bottom up and down my length. "If we're going to be lovers, I want you to teach me everything about sex."
I growl, clamping my fingers around her throat. "I swear, you're a sex kitten. I'm glad I'm your first. Don't come crying to me when you can't handle it." My other hand reaches up to fondle her breast, gliding down her soft, flat stomach and then sliding into her slick pussy. "Mmm, you're already so wet. Did you wax your pussy for me?"
"Yes," She gasp, thrusting her breasts forward. "I hear it makes a woman feel more pleasurable."
My dick pulses at her words. Rubbing slow circles around her clit, I watch as she races for the peak. The moment her pussy contracts, I bite down on her shoulder. Her hands shoot out, grabbing my thighs while her body contorts and arches in tune with her orgasm. Her splendid cries bounce off the walls. Watching her come breaks the dam of desire I've been holding back. One month and two weeks. That's how long since I fucked a warm body, and it's all her fault.
Rising from the tub, I swipe a condom from the cabinet and roll it on. "Stand up. Ass facing me."
She complies eagerly, her breasts bouncing as she straddles the tub. Bending over, her pink pussy blooms like a flower for my dick. In a single thrust, I am home.
"Ah fuck! Dae!" She screams at my intrusion, her contracting pussy still unused to sex. The idea thrills me, while another part is disconcerted by my own possessiveness. "You're so fucking tight. I can feel you strangling my cock."
Grabbing her arm, I hold it against her back and start to move, plunging deep like a man possessed. From this angle, her smooth, round bottom jiggles with every slap. Reaching to the front, I squeeze her breast and piston into her. Her cries only spur me on, and when she can no longer stand, I flip her around and urge her to wrap her legs around my waist. I remember how hard she came when I fucked her standing up.
Her beautiful eyes dilate further every time I hit her womb. The first flutter of her pussy around my cock tells me she's about to come. Her jaw drops as the orgasm hits, the intensity has her burying her face into my neck while she screams my name. "Ah! Dae! Dae! Dae!"
My balls tighten at how she worships my name and I spurt my load into her. A fleeting desire to feel her bare and coming inside her for real springs into my mind. "Aera! Fuck!" My body jerks from the aftermath, sweat dripping into my eyes.
Lungs heaving, I pull out of her and discard the condom before carrying her back into the tub. Content and high on endorphins, we quietly finish bathing and then it's back to bed. "Again?" Peals of laughter erupt from her lips when I toss her onto my king-sized bed.
Like a hungry wolf, I climb on top of her. "Oh hellcat, we've not even begun. You owe me for the nights I thought about you."
Astonishment tames her glow of excitement. She blinks up at me. "You mean you haven't…?"
"No. Not since you." I silently admit, capturing her lips before she can dig deeper. We spend hours making love and exploring each other's bodies. I would have been content to lie in bed all night but soon our stomachs growl from neglect.
Aera sits up in bed, wearing nothing but my sheets and her tousled hair. I've never seen a woman more beautiful. She asks. "Do you have a shirt I can borrow?"
Sending her a devilish grin, I say. "What if I prefer you naked?" A pillow sails through the air at me and I dodge, unable to hold back my laughter.
"You did this to me! So, take responsibility and feed me." She tries to imitate my growl, looking anything but fierce. Another reason I find her…adorable. I realize I haven't had a reason to smile for a really long time. Aera makes me…happy. But I know it's just lust that keeps her here. Happiness is fleeting. My own family is a billboard advocate for that. Holding onto the morbid thought, I pull out a t-shirt from my drawer and hand it to her.
A shocked expression greets me.
"What's wrong?" I quirk a brow, worried I might have been too rough with her, though it never bothers me before.
She holds up the t-shirt in awe, regarding it like an ancient relic. "I can't believe you own a t-shirt. Every time I see you, you're wearing suits. I thought it's all you have at home."
A rusty, unrestricted laugh explodes from my chest, startling us both. I clear my throat, embarrassed. "Of course, I own t-shirts. I don't wear a suit to sleep you know." Though some people sleep naked and it's cooler to say so but, sleeping naked in winter is the most idiotic thing anyone can do. Your balls will literally freeze up and break off.
Dragging my shirt over her head, she pads over to my side and traces my abs. "I'd like to see you in one."
It hits me that Aera's going to bloom into a sexual deviant. She's new to this but it's apparent her appetite is growing, and once she overcomes her shyness, she'll be very open with her sexual needs. I want to be the one she turns that passion to.
"You want me to cover up all this?" I gesture to my upper torso, flexing my muscles.
"Yes. I think you'll look sexy in a t-shirt."
My brows hitch up considerably. Many women would give an arm to see me naked, but this one wants me to cover up. I shake my head in amazement, finding myself doing as she asks.
Aera takes a step back to appreciate me in my t-shirt, nodding admiringly. "Absolutely hot." Rising on her toes, she pecks me on the lips then patted my chest. "Now, let's go feed me."
Song Suggestion : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Uhv6--JSVY
Chapter Song Suggestion - "Time by Dane Amar"
It's amazing how sex can transform you into a ravenous beast – for food. Considering how much sweat is involved, I suppose it's a form of exercise. Muscles I don't know exist are screaming in protest with every move I make.
"Are you okay?" Dae touches my cheek, concern in his eyes.
Warmth envelops my heart. It feels nice to be cared for...different from familial love. I've only seen or read moments like this but to experience it firsthand, makes me sad that it's just a temporary arrangement.
I fix on a neutral smile, pushing aside the bad feelings. "I'm fine. I'm stuffed but otherwise, very satisfied." Openly, I eye his body. "I'm surprised you don't mind eating pizza. I don't think that chest or those abs are made with pepperoni and cheese."
When he asked me what I wanted to eat, I blurted out pizza and less than half an hour later, three stacks of pizzas arrive on his doorstep.
"It's a secret. If you tell anyone, I'll have to kill you." He winks and serves me a glass of wine while he has whiskey.
"Was that a joke?" I chortle, holding onto my tummy. "The more I get to know you, the more you amaze me. Do you know what's my first impression of you?"
His eyes are twinkling. "Go ahead, I'm all ears."
Leaning forward on my elbows, I tick off my fingers. "Impenetrable. Emotionally stunted. And very, very hot."
A corner of his lip curves up. "Unfortunately, I've heard them all before."
"Exactly!" I agree instantly. "Which is why it's astonishing how you don't fit those descriptions sometimes. But-" I pause, my voice gentling. "I like this version of you."
He rounds the counter to wrap his arms around me. Nuzzling my cheek, his breath tickles me. "You like me like this?"
I giggle when his hand sneaks up my thigh, the soft caress on my sensitive skin has my legs curling to my chest. "Stop it!"
"But you said you like me just the way I am." He doesn't relent. Yet another trait of his that I find vexing but admirable.
Twisting my head, I capture his lips with mine, tasting a hint of black label. He picks me up effortlessly and carries me to the sofa. Before I can get frisky, he pulls away. "I almost forgot. There's one thing we need to take care of."
The gravity of the subject reflects in his tone as he sets me down and removes a folder from a drawer. I take it from him, mildly curious. "What's this?"
"Our agreement contract."
A splash of cold water in my face. "I...I thought this is a mutual arrangement?"
"It is." He confirms. "But you know how paranoid I am. I can't afford mistakes, and this helps to prevent unnecessary misunderstandings during our time together." His words are cold and hurtful, a painful reminder of what I'm getting into. The way he's handling this, proves he has done it countless times. "Read it before you say anything else. If you want to add a clause in, I'll be happy to amend it."
Acquiescing, I read in silence.
Both parties agree to :
1. Mutually end the contract after 30 days and not more than.
2. Withhold personal information unless willing to divulge.
3. Not interfere or be involved in each other's personal lives.
4. Terminate the contract if either party wishes to do so before the 30th day.
5. Be sexually exclusive; automatic termination is granted if either party carries out improper conduct with the opposite sex.
6. Have no romantic entanglements with each other or a third party during and after 30 days of the contract.
"Wow," Air whooshes from my lungs like I just got sucker punched. "You really gave this a lot of thought. I didn't expect you to actually draw up a contract for fucking." A touch of anger colors my voice and Dae catches on, though his expression remains unperturbed. This contract makes me feel like I sold myself without the benefit of getting paid financially.
"I do everything I can to protect my own interest." He states, not unkindly but it's evident he won't budge. "The terms are straightforward, and I've highlighted the important points. Anything else, we can work around it later."
Regardless of knowing I came here unexpecting love, it's bitter to hear and see it written on paper. I'm such a girl. Quietly, I digest every black and white text before me, ending on a dotted line. "Am I to sign here?"
"Yes." Dae uncaps a Mont Blanc fountain pen for me, additional proof that he's a wealthy man. Who needs a thousand-dollar pen just to sign a contract? Rich guys do think differently. My hand hovers over the contract, hesitating to sign. "If I walk out that door now, will you let me?"
Bending on his knees until our gazes are level, he reminds me staunchly. "You want this too." He's not forcing me but the weight of his stare and tone, tells me he's not going to let me leave without a fight.
He's right.
I do want this, even if it makes me uncomfortable. People who know me will be shocked by my decision. I'm the good girl. Jumping into a man's bed or being his one-month lover, isn't like me.
But no one has to know.
I'm tired of not feeling, always being left out of the loop when it comes to sex or relationships. Making up my mind, I sign my name. "I won't lie. This contract is unpleasant, but I want to be open-minded and sophisticated about this relationship, even if it's just sex between us."
Dae relieves me of the contract, admiration in his eyes. "Then I guess we won't have any more problems. Let our thirty days begin."
Song Suggestion : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMdCliW8Z-Y