JAEMIN'S POV
I start work early the next morning, determined to get to the bottom of Jay's demands...and not to think about (Y/N) in that movie theater.
"I warned you it wasn't pretty. Mr. Park's legal team must've spent all last week drafting this up." my assistant remarks.
"What a waste of time. None of this will hold up in front of a judge."
"That's what I figured since Ms. Park didn't have a job during their marriage. Still, I knew you'd want to be notified right away."
"Hm. What makes you think that? Ms. Park is just like any other client."
"Of course..."
As my executive assistant leaves, I return my attention to the pages in front of me.
There's no way I'm letting Jay ask for alimony. Shutting him down will be my pleasure.
For the rest of the morning, I focus on my work. I don't think of (Y/N) while I help a colleague go over their closing arguments... I don't imagine her wide- eyed shock as I sit through a jury selection... And I definitely don't picture her demure, fluttering eyelashes as I petition for a continuance on a particularly tricky case...
Thank God I have a meeting with Toni after lunch. If anyone can pull me out of this, it's the only partner at this firm as merciless as I am.
I'm reading over some briefs in the conference room when Toni walks in carrying a towering stack of files.
"Thanks for consulting on this case with me, Jaemin. I'm in way over my head with this deposition."
"Believe me, you're the one doing me a favor. A cutthroat child custody case is exactly what I need right now."
"That's something I don't hear every day. What's going on with you?"
"Nothing that can't be cured by hard work."
"Understood. Let's get to it."
Toni takes the chair opposite mine and gets to work. After just a few hours, we've made a sizeable dent in the pile.
"You sure you won't just take this case from me? No one can whip a deadbeat dad into shape like you can."
"You wish. I've got more than enough on my plate as it is."
"At least let me thank you with a round of drinks. A bunch of us are heading out after work."
"Can't. I'm busy."
"With what? Or should I say with who? "
"I'll take a raincheck."
I stretch and get up from the table, refusing to give anything away.
"My plans wouldn't interest you. Maybe next time."
"Sure thing. Either way, I owe you big time for this."
"You always do..."
I bid Toni farewell and head back to my office to pack up for the night. (Y/N) is coming over after work...
The sooner this training is done and I get this woman out of my system, the better.
I arrive home and swiftly prepare everything for our next lesson. Thirty minutes later, I pull the door open to find (Y/N) with a shy, eager smile. My chest contracts at the sight of her, but I refuse to let it show.
"I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be in the position or not, so..."
Shaking my head, I usher her inside, careful not to let any part of my body touch hers.
"Before we begin... We need to talk about Jay."
"It's not bad news, is it?"
"I'd never let anything bad happen to you. I promised to take care of you, and that's what I intend to do. His bid for alimony is flimsy at best. I'll have it thrown out by the end of the week. Now, unless you have any more questions for your attorney, your Dom is ready to play."
"I don't have any questions..."
"Then it's time for you to show me what you've learned."
(Y/N) glances uncertainly up at me, but I cross my arms and wait to see what she'll do. Swallowing heavily, she drops to her knees.
"Like...this?"
"That's a good start..."
Flushing, (Y/N) slides her hands behind her back and lifts her chin. Her body is perfectly poised and ripe for my touch...the one thing I refuse to give her.
"Better."
My hunger starts rising in more ways than one. Although I'd like to draw out this moment, to make her squirm on her knees, I push on.
"Tonight's lesson will take place in the dining room. I have an array of aphrodisiacs awaiting your pleasure."
"Really? I don't exactly think of oysters when I think of BDSM...
"Anything can be part of BDSM if you know what you're doing... And I definitely know what I'm doing."
"Yes, Jaemin. I'll do whatever you say."
"I know you will. That's what our lesson will be about. Denial and indulgence. Passion and purpose. I hope you came hungry."
"I'm starving..."
I clasp my hands behind my back and carefully lay out my plans.
"First, we'll head into the dining room to enjoy a meal on my terms. That means I choose what I eat and how I eat it. If I want to feed you from my fingertips, I'll feed you from my fingertips. If I want you to beg for scraps, you'll beg for scraps. Understood?
"Understood."
"There's a special sub etiquette for dinner parties...certain expectations your Dom will demand. To fail in this will be to fail your dom."
(Y/N) nods. She doesn't understand, not yet, but with any luck, she will by the end of this meal.
"This will be an important lesson for you by itself, but I have an additional proposition to take it to the next level...if you're willing."
I reach into my pocket and pull out a lace blindfold, dangling it before her eyes.
"You've sampled this before, but if I cover your eyes, you'll unlock an entirely different experience. Your other senses will be so heightened, one taste will bring you pleasure. You'll have no choice but to give yourself entirely over to me. Your pretty little mouth—and everything that goes in it—will be mine."
I watch her swallow, the way her slender throat constricts as she contemplates."
"I'd be willing to try. If...if you think I'm ready."
From the way she hesitates, torn between her desire to give in and her need to take things slow, I realize I'll have to make this call for her. My lips curl in a satisfied smile.
"You're going to enjoy this...but not nearly as much as I am."
The pulse at the base of (Y/N)'s throat throbs as I trail the blindfold over her shoulder and up the line of her neck.
"I trust you, Jaemin."
A feel of panic overtakes me. I've never had a sub so wholly unprepared for what's about to happen...or so innocently trusting.
If it were anyone but me training her, she'd be so easy to take advantage of.
(Y/N) notices the sudden shift in my mood and frowns.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"(Y/N)...be careful who you trust."
I shake my head and pull the blindfold up around her eye. She gasps as I tie it tightly against her skin.
"One of these days, your innocence will get you in trouble."
"I thought you wanted me to be obedient."
...That's the problem...
I take (Y/N)'s hand briefly as I help her to her feet, careful not to linger too long. With the blindfold on, her steps are slower than usual, each movement a careful extension of her limbs.
(Y/N) has no choice but to follow my lead...which means I can do anything I want to her.
I drop my mouth close to her ear, trying not to lose myself in her sweet, intoxicating scent.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look with a blindfold over your eyes? "
"No..."
"A body like yours is meant to be tied up and on display."
(Y/N) shivers lightly, uncertainty imbuing her body with a delicacy that sets my heart racing. She's wholly in my power...and now she knows it.
"Dinner is ready in the next room. I'll help you to your seat, but that's where all touching will end."
(Y/N) swallows and nods.
"Yes, Jaemin."
I take her by the elbow and gently guide her toward the dining room. Her skin is soft, and at this proximity, I can feel every time her breath catches...
If this is what a simple touch can do, imagine—
But I shake my head and stop that train of thought in its tracks. I have no right to imagine anything where (Y/N) is concerned.
Focus, Jaemin. Now is not the time to lose control...
I enter the dining room to find an array of decadent dishes laid out on the table, waiting to be sampled.
"It smells so good in here."
I pull out a chair and stand patiently while (Y/N) lowers herself into it. She sit on the edge, expectant and wary, while I choose the seat nearest her.
"Dinner parties are a popular way for doms to show off their subs. The act of feeding and being fed...nothing is more intimate."
"I can think of a few things..."
"Sex is just sex, but feeding someone is like bringing a tiger to the table. It could bite at any moment...and so could I."
I lift a fork and run the sharp edge of the tines along the curve of (Y/N)'s cheek. She jumps at the contact but doesn't pull away.
"We'll begin with something easy. No dinner party is complete without wine."
I grab the bottle sitting at my elbow and pour out a glass. The rich, blood-red liquid swirls around in a slow, lazy circle.
"While it doesn't have the same aphrodisiac reputation as some other foods, many of the compounds in red wine have the same chemical components as human pheromones."
I lift the cup to her lips.
"Tip your head back and let me coat your throat with this."
"But I—"
"Don't make me tell you again."
(Y/N) gulps nervously but does as I ask, her lower lip falling open as I lift the glass.
"Smell how rich and earthy it is. Taste the complexities on your tongue."
(Y/N)'s lips grow stained with the deep red as she drinks.
"Do you feel it taking over your senses? Controlling your desires?"
"I do now..."
I set the glass out of (Y/N)'s reach and move on to the next dish.
"Asparagus has long been considered a food of lovers. Not only is the shape ideal for hand-feeding, but it's been known to increase blood flow to all your various...extremities. Open your mouth for me, (Y/N)."
"What if I don't like asparagus?"
"I don't care. You'll take it in your mouth and swallow anyway."
A nervous, darting tongue touches her lips before she gives in. As I lift the vegetable with my fingertips, I allow it to trace the outline of her mouth before sliding it in. She bites gently down.
"If we were at a formal dinner party, we would have an audience. Even a moment of disobedience would be intolerable."
"But with my blindfold, I could pretend it's just the two of us."
"That's part of the appeal, yes. Many Doms command their subs to sit in their laps during dinner parties to make things easier...and more fun."
"Is that what you'd do if I were your real sub?"
My fingers clasp tightly around the fork. The thought of having (Y/N) curled up in my lap, her body soft and pliant as she lifts food to my lips, is almost painful.
"Yes, (Y/N). I'd have you between my legs every chance I get."
She nods her understanding, her throat working slowly up and down.
"So...you've done this before? Been to a Sub/Dom dinner party, I mean?"
"Several times. Some of my friends are known to throw master's banquets every chance they get. We enjoy dinner first...and playtime later. But not all Doms enjoy having their subs in their laps during a meal. Some prefer to have them on their knees or under the table."
"Is that what you want?"
"It's good practice, yes. Come kneel at my feet. We'll do oysters next."
(Y/N) falls to her knees with surprising speed. She waits patiently, her chin raised, as she waits for my next command.
"Take your time enjoying the wet, slippering glide of it between your lips. Swirl it on your tongue. Slide it down your throat."
As I speak, (Y/N)'s breathing starts picking up.
"And if you spill on yourself, I'll be very displeased."
"But I can't—"
I tsk in a gentle warning.
"Don't talk back. Remember, we're at a party with several other Doms. You wouldn't want to make me look bad in front of them."
(Y/N) ducks her head and reaches for the dish I hold out to her. She lifts an oyster and carries it to her mouth, but it slides out of its shell before she makes it all the way.
"I warned you about that. Now I have to punish you. Put your hands behind your back."
"But—"
I lower my voice to a growl.
"Don't make me ask you again."
Gulping, (Y/N) slides her hands into place. She can't see me, so I allow myself to fall into a satisfied grin.
"Do you remember how it felt when I slid the fork along your cheek?"
"Yes."
"Imagine what I could do if I moved it lower..."
I lift the fork again and trail it down the side of her neck, the tines gently scraping her skin. Goosebumps break out all over her body, and she shivers.
"Imagine what might happen if I didn't stop..."
I allow the fork to continue moving, skimming over her shoulder and down the swell of her breast. I glide it gently back and forth over the tip, watching as her nipple hardens under the fabric of her clothes.
"Jaemin, please!"
I pull out the seat next to me and invite (Y/N) to seat herself once again.
"I think you've earned a chance to enjoy some of this food...and to ask any additional questions you might have."
I place the platters of food within her reach and direct her to where the cutlery is. She picks up a fork before speaking.
"I do ask a lot of questions, don't I? Is it annoying?"
"You're a lot of things, (Y/N), but annoying isn't one of them."
"In that case, I was wondering about the whole dinner party thing. When you hang out with other Doms and their subs like this, do you...share?"
"Sometimes. Not always."
"And do you have orgies? Like all together at once?"
I'm careful not to show any of the sudden jealousy that overtakes me. The idea of sharing this woman—even in a group setting—makes my stomach grow tight.
"That's your decision to make. Some Doms enjoy watching their subs with others. It all depends on who you're with and how far you want to go. But ultimately, it's another boundary that's you're decision, not your Dom's.
"Hmm... I'm not sure yet if I'd like that. But one thing's for sure...I've never had such a delicious dinner in my whole life. A girl could get used to this sort of thing."
"Hmm... I'm not sure yet if I'd like that. But one thing's for sure...I've never had such a delicious dinner in my whole life. A girl could get used to this sort of thing."
I cut myself off with a curt shake of my head. That's a road I don't dare go down.
"If I were really...what?"
I clench my jaw tight and refuse to answer. I was going to say that I'd spoil her every chance I got...fancy dinners, trips abroad, exquisite lingerie...
"I said something wrong again, didn't I? You're upset."
"I'm just thinking. I got lost in my own thoughts for a second. Everything's fine."
"That's good because I'm pretty sure I smell chocolate somewhere on this table..."
"This is the final lesson for the evening. I hope you're ready..."
(Y/N)'s fingers search the table for her wine glass, but as she lifts it to her lips, the wine inside sloshes over the brim and right down her front.
"Oh!"
I watch as the blossoming red stain spreads. (Y/N) tries to dab at her chest, but she only makes the mess worse. My lips curve in a smile of anticipation as I realize she's given me an important teaching moment...
"That's my favorite vintage."
(Y/N) grows flustered at the hard, dominant note in my voice. Her hand flutters at her chest before falling into her lap.
"How bad is it?"
"Your clothes are ruined. And I don't like it when my subs get messy."
Instead of cowering, (Y/N) hangs her head...but not fast enough to hide her soft exhalation of anticipation.
"I'm sorry, Jaemin. I'll do better next time, I promise."
"Take your top off."
"Jaemin! You don't mean that..."
"I think you'll find that I always mean my commands to my subs. Take. It. Off."
(Y/N) gulps and lifts her hands to her neckline.
"Like this?"
"Yes. Exactly like that."
She takes it off with slow, deliberate movements, revealing her curves in an enticing show. I cut a bite of the chocolate cake and lift it to (Y/N)'s mouth. She closes her lips around the fork and releases a soft moan of delight.
"Your only job for the rest of the meal is to enjoy yourself."
"I don't deserve it, but thank you."
She's so vulnerable like this...so exposed... I can see the outline of her nipples hardening against the fabric of her bra, the perfect curve where skin meets lace...
She has no idea what a gift that vulnerability is, how rare.
I find myself spearing a larger bite and holding it to her lips.
"Thanks aren't necessary when you've earned your reward, (Y/N)."
"Is that a universal sub rule? I shouldn't say thank you?"
"You should always speak your mind. The moment you feel like you can't say anything to your Dom, you need to re-evaluate the agreement."
"But you just said—"
"This is just dinner and a few BDSM lessons, (Y/N). I haven't done anything to merit your gratitude."
"It's not just dinner to me..."
The longer this meal goes on, the more difficult it is for me to keep my hands to myself. Every bite (Y/N) takes, every flush of heat to her skin, makes me want her more and more.
You'd think I've never had a new sub before...
"I know I didn't get everything right, but this was fun. I like serving you, Jaemin."
Every part of me longs to trace the outline of her breasts, to throw her over the table and show her what real hunger looks like... The longer I sit here, fighting my every urge, the more (Y/N)'s smile falls.
"Didn't you have fun?"
"Dinner's over. It's time for you to head home."
(Y/N) pulls the blindfold down from around her eyes and blinks at the sudden light of the dining room.
"Is everything okay?"
I stand up from the table and turn away so she can't see how close I am to losing it.
"Everything's fine. It's just...I have other things to do. It's late, and I have a lot of work to catch up on."
"You're going to work? After everything we just..."
She trails off before she finishes, a look of uncertainty flitting across her delicate features.
"Of course, Jaemin. You know what's best."
"That used to be true, but I'm not so sure anymore..."
I'm careful to stay well out of arm's reach as I hand (Y/N) her clothes. She's about to turn and leave when...
"Wait."
Unable to resist, I lift my thumb and wipe away a small smear of chocolate from the side of her mouth.
"Anderson will take you home tonight and arrange for your car to be delivered in the morning."
(Y/N) opens her mouth to protest, but I don't let her.
"No arguments. It's late, and you just had an intense session. I'd do the same for any of my subs."
After a long, searching look at my stormy expression, she decides not to push me. She heads toward the front door before I can issue any more orders.
"Goodnight, Jaemin."
The moment I'm alone, all the pent-up energy of the past few hours surges through me. I pace the length of the room, feeling like a caged animal.
"I knew this was a terrible idea. I never should've let (Y/N) talk me into being her dom. Even pretending is starting to be too much. What I need is a shower to clear my head."
Without wasting any time, I strip off my clothes and step into the shower. I turn on all the jets and welcome the hard patter of water over my naked body. Groaning, I press my forehead against the cold marble tile. I place my palms on either side of my head, but it's no use. My fingers ache to trail down my body, to take my length in hand and pump (Y/N) out of my system as hard as I can.
There's only one way to relieve myself after a night like that...I'll never get to sleep otherwise.
I give in and push off the wall, allowing my imagination free rein over this shower... There's no shortage of ways to re-live the events of the dinner. (Y/N) was so curiously naïve, so obedient to my commands... I find myself standing over the table. (Y/N)'s naked body stretching out before me. Her every curve begs to be touched, to be tasted... The blindfold is still tied around her eyes. She's wholly at my mercy...
"This is the kind of meal I really enjoy..."
Grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head, I hold her in place.
"Please, Jaemin. I'm yours to devour."
I pick up a fork and begin lightly trailing it down her body. Over her breasts...the soft curve of her stomach...the gleaming desire between her thighs...
"Wait, you can't do that!"
"I can do whatever I want... Did I forget to mention that sometimes at these dinners, we don't bother with food?"
The more I imagine (Y/N) pleading for my touch, the harder and more insistent my body gets. With a groan, I give in and run my hand slowly up my length. The soap slides between my palm and the hard, hot heat of me.
I wish (Y/N) was here to see what she does to me...to beg for what she can't have...
As my shower continues to heat up, so do the images flashing through my head.
(Y/N) is always so responsive, so ready...the moment I slide a hand between her thighs, I know how much she wants this.
"You like that, don't you? When I open you up? When I touch you?"
(Y/N) tips her head back, ecstasy rapidly taking over her expression.
"It's all I ever wanted..."
I curve my hand against the soft flesh of her upper thigh and guide her legs wider.
"What're you doing?" she asks with begging eyes.
"I'm deciding whether I want to taste you or make you suffer..."
"Please taste me, Jaemin. I'll do anything to feel your mouth on me."
"Anything? "
I grip (Y/N) lightly around the front of her neck. Her pulse leaps under my palm, her throat working up and down as she whimpers.
"...Anything."
Instead of answering in words I drop my mouth to the peak of her breast. With the blindfold on, she has no idea it's coming. Her body jerks as soon as I close my lips over her nipple, but my hold on her is tight.
"Ohhh..." she moans.
I swirl my tongue around her nipple before suckling hard and deep.
"This would taste so much better if you were dripping in chocolate, don't you think?"
(Y/N) is so lost to sensation that she can't answer. I drag my finger through a thick layer of chocolate frosting and paint her other nipple with it. The cold chocolate causes her to cry out. That cry becomes a moan when I start trailing it down her body, not stopping until I've painted her inner thighs.
"Yess... Taste me, please..."
"I can do one better than that."
I follow the line of chocolate with my tongue, lathing her body clean. As soon as I reach the wet heat of her, I stop licking...and bite instead.
"Oh God, yes!"
I brace one hand on the shower wall as the images inside my head start coming faster, more lurid. My free hand works myself over and over again, my rhythm matching the relentless spray of the water overhead. With a deft flick of my wrist, I pump my length with rough determination. I'm desperate for release as I curse under my breath...
"(Y/N)..." I moan
Back in the dining room, (Y/N) is so wet for me that it's all I can do not to dive greedily between her legs.
"Are you ready to be put out of your misery yet?"
From (Y/N)'s position against the table, she can't do much more than squirm and gasp.
"Please...I need you."
I step back and watch her for a moment, allowing my gaze to devour every part of her...
"Don't you want me, Jaemin? Don't I please you?"
I hesitate, unsure how to respond. Since this is only a fantasy, there's nothing stopping me from saying what I really feel...
"You're everything I want in a sub."
I brush a tender hand over her hair. She turns toward me, mouth open in surprise.
"Jaemin..."
Without hesitation, I swoop down and claim that open mouth as my own. She's not expecting it, so I'm able to capture every sound of her surprise, every sigh of her pleasure. She melts under my lips, her whole body opening up underneath mine.
"Oh wow. I had no idea you could kiss like that..."
I tighten my grip and she gasps into my mouth. Sliding my knee between her legs, I force her to spread for me.
"Don't ever doubt me. You're about to learn exactly what I'm capable of..."
My body coils with tight, hot anticipation. I'm so close now...my breathing ragged and the shower so steamy that I can no longer see the walls around me. As I dive my hand against my length, I imagine (Y/N) writing under me, riding so close to the edge...
"Please, Jaemin. I'm so close..."
"I want to feast on your body."
"Oh God, yes."
I lose no time in dropping my mouth to her core. Her body jerks with delight as I plunge my tongue into the deepest parts of her. She tastes as sweet as I imagined, her quivering folds pulling me in with their silken promises. I find her pleasure point and lap at it.
"Jaemin!"
"Are you ready to cum for me, little lamb?"
She locks her legs tightly around my head, her hips bucking wildly.
"Yes, yes...yes!"
(Y/N)'s pleasure is all I can think of as I tighten my fists around my length and drive it hard.
Someday, I'm going to make her feel this agony, to know this pain...
(Y/N)'s cries of ecstasy match my own as they echo off the shower wall.
"...Jaemin!"
Even though I know I've already pushed things far enough as it is, I can't help indulging in one final fantasy.
(Y/N) is flushed and panting as she pulls the blindfold from her eyes, but that doesn't stop her from turning to me with that daring innocence I can't seem to get out of my mind...
"It's my turn to take care of you, Jaemin. How do you want me?"
"I want you to spread for me."
"On the table? But—"
(Y/N) gasps as I grab her legs and guide them open. Her back arches and she clutches at me, desperate to feel me inside her.
"Oooh..."
I drive into her without warning, my mouth capturing her cry of ecstasy as I find her sweet spot and ride her hard. The thought of (Y/N) crying out and gasping beneath me, her long legs wrapping around me, is the final push I need. All at once, my body pulses and tightens in an orgasm so explosive that I can't help but cry out.
"...(Y/N)!!"
I sag against the shower wall, my whole body shuddering with the strength of my release. Closing my eyes, I try to push the image of (Y/N)'s naked body away, but it's no use.
"Dammit!"
I let my head fall back with a groan.
"What the hell am I doing?"