The elevator climbed with a low mechanical hum, floor by floor, each number lighting up like the silent tick of a doomsday clock.
Yura's heart pounded so violently it hurt.The lights of Seoul spilled out below them, beautiful and vast — and she was about to let this man do anything he wanted to her in a penthouse that might as well be a private kingdom.
When the doors slid open to the top floor, Jinhyuk took her wrist.His grip was firm, possessive. Not painful — but it made something clench low in her stomach.
He owns me right now. He could do anything.
The presidential suite swallowed her in quiet opulence.Ivory leather couches. Black marble counters. A massive window wall overlooking the city, glass so clear it almost seemed like they were suspended in the sky.
Yura shivered. Her heels sank into plush cream carpet as Jinhyuk led her straight to the window.
"Look."
His voice was soft. Command threaded through it all the same.
She obeyed.Seoul was a galaxy of lights, traffic crawling like tiny veins of red and white, neon signs pulsing. It looked alive.
Jinhyuk stepped behind her. His hands slid up her arms, slow, brushing goosebumps across her skin.Then he hooked his fingers under the straps of her dress and pulled.
The gown slithered down, catching on her hips for a breathless second before sliding to the floor.She stood trembling in nothing but tiny lace panties and delicate diamond earrings that winked in the glass.
Her hands flew up to cover her breasts. A strangled sound slipped out.
"No," he murmured."Hands at your sides. Or I'll tie them behind your back."
The threat sent a dizzy rush through her — fear tangled with a shameful spark of heat.Slowly, she lowered her arms.
Jinhyuk hummed in approval, circling her like a panther. His hand cupped her jaw, thumb brushing her lower lip.
"Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you look right now? Seoul's scandal queen, trembling like a virgin sacrifice."
Suddenly he kissed her — a hard, claiming press of lips that stole her breath.His tongue pushed into her mouth, slow and invasive, making her whimper. She felt her knees go soft.
He pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips.
"You're going to obey me tonight. Completely. No hiding. No lies. Or I'll make sure every camera in this city sees exactly what you are under your designer gowns."
Yura sucked in a shaking breath. Shame flooded her face.But under it, an ugly, slick pulse of desire.
"Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, Jinhyuk…"
He smiled — slow, cruel.
Then he pushed her gently but firmly until she was facing the window. The cool glass met her breasts, sending a violent shiver through her.
Jinhyuk's hands roamed over her back, down to her hips, squeezing bruises into her soft flesh.
"Anyone could be watching from across the skyline," he purred."Maybe some bored investor with a telescope. Seeing you like this — half-naked, about to fall apart."
Yura's breath stuttered. Her thighs pressed together instinctively.
God, why does that make me feel so hot?
She jumped when he reached between her legs.His fingers found her already embarrassingly damp, sliding along her slit through the thin lace.
"Of course you're wet. Dirty little exhibitionist."
He pressed a small device there — a sleek black bullet, sticky with lube. It nestled right against her clit.A thin adhesive strap went around her hips, holding it snug.
"W-what is that?" she gasped.
"Obedience training."
He stepped back, pulling a tiny remote from his pocket.Pressed a button.
The vibrator purred to life.Yura jolted, a helpless moan bursting out. Her thighs clenched. It was a maddening, soft flutter right on her swollen bud, sending sparks dancing through her belly.
"Hands on the glass," Jinhyuk ordered.
She obeyed, pressing her palms flat against the window. Her breath fogged it, tears prickling her eyes from the raw exposure.
Anyone could see… anyone could see me like this…
Then he turned it up.
It was torture.
The vibrator cycled from gentle to cruel pulses, each wave making her hips jerk. Her nipples ached where they rubbed against the cold glass.She bit her lip so hard it almost bled, trying not to sob.
Jinhyuk watched from behind, one hand lazily palming his cock through his trousers.
"Don't move, pretty pet. If you lift your hands off that glass, I'll drag in my security to watch. Maybe let them take turns on you after I'm done."
Her entire body seized. A strangled cry escaped her throat.
"N-no — please, please, I'll be good!"
"Then prove it."
Minutes crawled by like centuries.Her legs trembled so badly she thought she'd collapse. The toy kept her right on the knife edge of orgasm, driving her insane.
Finally she couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Please, Jinhyuk, I-I need— please let me—"
"Beg properly."
His voice was dark silk.She sobbed, hips rocking helplessly, tears streaking her makeup.
"Please, Jinhyuk, please let me come — I'll be your pet, your slut, anything, just don't stop, please!"
The words ripped out of her before she could think.Humiliation burned through her, even as her pussy clenched desperately around nothing.
He chuckled low, stepping up behind her.
"Good little pet. Now come for me."
He dialed the vibrator to maximum.
She shattered.
A scream tore out of her throat as pleasure exploded, vicious and overwhelming. Her entire body went tight, muscles locking, slick pouring down her thighs.
Her vision whited out.She barely stayed standing, her hands clawing at the glass like she'd fly apart without it.
When it finally stopped, she hung there limp, sobbing, her forehead against the glass. The toy clicked off with a soft final beep.
Jinhyuk peeled it off, fingers brushing her overstimulated clit. She jerked violently, a weak whimper escaping.
"Perfect," he murmured.
Then he spun her around and lifted her effortlessly.Carried her to the couch like she weighed nothing.
Her mind was mush, her body still twitching. But when he shoved his trousers down and settled between her thighs, she couldn't help it — her hips tilted up, inviting.
He slid inside her in one brutal thrust.Yura screamed, the stretch and the heat too much. Her nails raked down his back, hips arching helplessly.
"That's it," he snarled against her throat, biting down hard."Cry for me. Show me how Seoul's darling breaks on my cock."
She did.Each thrust was a brand, each groan against her skin a new chain locking her to him. She came again, shocked by how quickly it hit — sobbing his name, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping her alive.
When he finally came inside her, it was with a low, satisfied growl. He stayed buried deep, rolling his hips once, twice, to make sure it took.
Marking me. Like he owns me.
A sob hiccuped out of her — but she didn't pull away.Instead, she clutched at his shoulders, burying her face against his chest.
Later, he cleaned her gently, smoothing her hair, kissing her forehead with a mock tenderness that confused the hell out of her.
He pulled her into his lap, letting her rest there.Her body felt destroyed, her mind fogged. But under the exhaustion was something even more frightening.
Something that felt like wanting.
God help me… I want to stay here.