(Y/N) POV
I stand perfectly still on Jaemin's private deck, caught like a snared rabbit as I stare first at Sloan, and then at Jaemin.
This whole party was a way for Jaemin to pawn me off onto someone else?
"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine. You're even more exquisite than Jaemin described..."
"Funny, Jaemin didn't describe you at all."
I glare at Jaemin, who pointedly doesn't look at me.
"We should probably get back to the party before people start wondering where I am."
If Sloan notices the tension pulsing between Jaemin and I, he's great at hiding it. He grins as he walks beside me.
"You look like you could use a pick-me-up, (Y/N). What's your poison?"
The thought of being alone with Jaemin right now is too much to bear.
"I'll go with you. We can get to know each other on the way."
"I like the way you think."
As I follow Sloan, I can't resist shooting a glance over my shoulder. Jaemin's expression is hard as he watches me go. Once we have our drinks, Sloan invites me to sit. He settles in so close that our knees almost brush.
"Trust Jaemin to make this as difficult and awkward as possible. Shall we start over?"
I consider the man before me. It's not his fault that Jaemin is such an ass.
And I'm not gonna let Jaemin ruin my evening. This party is supposed to be for me to have fun, so that's exactly what I'm gonna do.
"I think a do-over is an excellent idea."
"I'm Sloan, a dom. You're (Y/N), a sub. But there's no pressure here, just a friendly chat between two people with a common interest."
"That sounds easy enough... But you should know, I had no idea Jaemin was gonna pull this. I thought this was just a party..."
"That's how Jaemin likes it. Curveballs everywhere you turn..."
Despite my nerves and lingering annoyance with Jaemin, I feel myself starting to relax...
"I'm sorry if I seem a little rattled."
"There's nothing to be nervous about, (Y/N). If we're not a match, we're not a match. That's it. So ask me anything. I'm an open book."
"In that case, I want to know what kind of sub Jaemin usually picks. I've tried to get him to talk about his past, but he won't tell me anything. Not anything personal, anyway."
"Jaemin doesn't open up to people very easily...and to be honest, you're not his usual type."
I nod. After ten minutes with Sloan, I feel like I know more about him than I've learned about Jaemin in ten weeks.
"So, what else do you want to know? Jaemin says you're constantly bombarding him with questions."
"There is more I want to know, like what happens next? Do we...practice together?"
Sloan gets up from his chair and offers me his hand.
"Instead of telling you, I'd prefer to show you..."
Sloan leads me into an interior ballroom unlike anything I've seen before...
"This has been on the yacht the whole time?"
As steamy as things were on the upper decks, it's nothing compared to the activities taken place in here. Screams of delight fill the air. I barely know where to start when my gaze is drawn to a couple in the corner. A dominatrix stands over a sub who appears to be bent over a padded bench, his ass bare and exposed.
"I want to hear you count, loud and clear." the domme demands.
"Yes, mistress..."
I long to ask Sloan questions about the protocol for a spanking bench and why the man is tied down, but I don't dare.
Asking questions only ever seemed to push Jaemin away.
I draw closer as the man tied to the bench whimpers and clamps his mouth shut. His hands are bound behind his back, his whole body is on display as the dominatrix cracks her hand down.
"One!" the sub counts.
This time, the dominatrix spanks her sub with so much force that he lurches against the bench, driving his hips against it. The evidence of his pleasure is impossible to miss.
"Two! Again, mistress. Harder."
"Like what you see?" Sloan asks.
"I have never seen anything like it. Every time I think I've seen it all, I find myself facing something totally new."
"Didn't Jaemin ever spank you?"
"Uh, not exactly. In fact, he never really touched me..."
Sloan chuckles in a way that makes me feel warm all over.
"Don't worry, I won't make the same mistake."
Sloan leads me across the room to a discreet corner where an unused spanking bench rests. He runs his hand over the leather in one long, deliberate stroke.
"A friend of mine specializes in bespoke BDSM equipment. Everything he creates is custom designed and gorgeously crafted. In fact, almost everything in this room is his work. Exquisite, isn't it?"
I glance around at the various types of equipment currently in use. Chairs, benches, crosses, swings...there are even a few suspension bars and cages on display. My mind whirls with possibilities.
"Your friend must get a lot of commissions from Jaemin. I bet Jaemin is your friend's favorite client..."
As I finger the soft leather and gorgeous wooden frame, Sloan covers my hand with his own. Even though my heart leaps to my throat, I don't pull away.
"I'd be happy to ask him to make you one of these and have it delivered to your place. Every sub deserves something nice to be bent over..."
A thrill moves down my spine as Sloan positions himself behind me. He's close enough for me to feel the heat rising off his body.
"No strings attached, of course. Just a favor from one friend to another."
I can't help picturing a spanking bench like this one in my dungeon. I already know where I'd put it...and exactly how I'd use it.
Jaemin wouldn't like it if I ordered a spanking bench from a dom I barely know...in fact, he might even be forced to punish me for it.
"That would be amazing, Sloan. Thanks for setting it up."
"Don't thank me. Helping a beautiful woman come into her own is enough for me."
I doubt that's true, but I appreciate the compliment all the same. In fact, I'm starting to appreciate quite a lot about Sloan... How well we get along...how effortless he makes everything seem...the way he's eyeing both me and the bench.
"You know, I'm not used to buying something without giving it a test drive first..."
I gingerly step forward to sit on the bench, almost afraid to put my whole weight on it.
"You don't have to be so gently. That baby is made to last."
"Right."
I turn to kneel on the arms just how I saw the other sub positioned. Even with all my clothes on, I feel vulnerable. Sloan steps closer, but doesn't touch me as he points out certain features.
"Your dom will want your chest against this section...and the straps and buckles will hold you in place if you've been especially naughty. But my favorite feature of this model is that your dom can sit on it and splay you over his lap instead."
"I didn't think of that..."
Suddenly feeling flushed at the thought, I scramble to stand up.
"Here, let me help you."
I take Sloan's offered hand, still feeling unsteady on my feet...
"So, what do you think?"
Still shaky, I spot Jaemin standing on the other side of the ballroom, his expression unreadable. I can't tear my gaze from Jaemin's. No matter how hard I try to focus on Sloan, I can't help wondering how much Jaemin witnessed...
"I liked it. I think I'm gonna enjoy having my own at home."
Sloan follows the line of my gaze just in time to see Jaemin turn on his heel and walk away.
"Whoops. He does not look happy..."
Suddenly, this huge room feels too small to hold me.
"I—I think I need some fresh air.'
Sloan points me toward a nearby door. With a grateful smile, I make a beeline for it. The evening breeze is soothing after the heat of the ballroom. I wrap my arms around my midsection and stare out over the lake.
"It's far too beautiful a night for you to be so sad." Trishana speaks from behind me.
"What're you doing here?"
"I didn't bring Jay. You can relax."
"I didn't say anything about Jay..."
"You didn't have to. You're easier to read than a children's book."
"Then can you read how much I want to be alone?"
Instead of leaving, Trishana joins me at the railing.
"Word has it you're on the lookout for a new dom. They're taking bets about who will end up the lucky winner..."
The thought that everyone on this yacht knows Jaemin is trying to get rid of me doesn't improve my mood.
"I hope you lose all your money."
"Not a chance. I only make sure bets...and I don't know if you've noticed, but you're not the only one who seems to be having a rough night."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
I try to think of who Trishana could be talking about...and come up blank.
"Look, I've been doing this a long time. If there's one thing I know, it's what pain looks like. And Na Jaemin is one hell of a tortured soul right now. You don't have to be a dom to get what you want, (Y/N). Good subs demand just as much as their masters."
"It's not that easy..."
"Then make it that easy. You're a smart little thing, and the fat that you've lasted this long in Jaemin's keeping means you don't scare easily. Oh, and don't tell anyone about our chat, okay? I wouldn't want to develop a reputation as a softie...or worse, a romantic."
I blink as she trails off.
As much as I hate to admit it, Trishana is right. Just because Jaemin is a dom doesn't mean he gets to make all my decisions for me.
Before I can second-guess my actions, I head back inside, carried along on a wave of determination. I spot Jaemin as soon as I enter, arms crossed and a grim expression still on his face. Sloan is also nearby, chatting with a fellow dom. He excuses himself as soon as he spies me.
"(Y/N), there are you. I was starting to worry I'd scared you off."
"I don't scare that easily."
"That's what I like to hear. Do you feel up for exploring more? Your wish is my command..."
I know the only way to get Jaemin to act is to push him so far he can't ignore his feelings any longer.
And Sloan seems more than willing to help me push.
"Actually, there is one thing you can help me with, if you're game..."
"I'm up for anything."
I slide my arms around his neck, and while he looks more curious than anything else, he wraps an arm around my waist and allows me to curl against him.
"And I'm not one to say no to a beautiful willing woman."
"Blame the spanking bench. It's had my imagination running wild all night."
Sloan runs a hand down my body to graze my curves. His touch is teasing and light, and I shiver into him.
"Just let me know when you change your mind about me giving you a demo..."
I can feel the heat of Jaemin's gaze as I start pressing a line of soft kisses along the side of Sloan's neck up to the spot behind his ear.
"Do you like it when I kiss you here?"
"I think you know the answer to that."
I draw his earlobe gently between my teeth and tug.
"And do you like it when I bite you here? "
"Hmm...this is starting to feel like a trick question."
"Please play along. Do you mind if I enjoy myself in your arms for a few minutes?"
"If you're playing the game I think you are, go right ahead. There's nothing I enjoy more than putting Jaemin in his place..."
I take him at his word. His hold on me tightens as I work my way up his jawline toward his lips. It takes all my determination not to look across the room to see how Jaemin is reacting. Still, I could almost swear I feel his eyes on me... My lips brush the corner of his mouth, toying with the idea of a kiss but not quite crossing the line.
"You're lucky we're still in the get-to-know-you phase..."
"Oh, yeah? Why's that?"
To my surprise, he grabs my hips in a firm grasp and holds me still.
"If you were officially my sub, I wouldn't let you tease me like this."
The heat between us is starting to pick up, and I can feel Sloan's body responding to my touch. His hips press hard against mine, his desire already prominent against my belly. Just when I think it might be time to pull back, he does it for me. An amused, playful look settles on his features.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. I just don't usually let my subs have control like this. You deserve to be punished for taking liberties permission."
I suck in a delighted breath as his meaning becomes clear. He doesn't have the same glittering intensity that Jaemin has when he threatens punishment, but I still know what's coming...
"I'll take my punishment like a good girl."
I bow my head meekly and peek up at Sloan through my lashes.
"I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you..."
"Damn. Jaemin has trained you well."
Sloan seems surprised by your bold approach, but he's a good sport...and he doesn't dare let me get away with this behavior in front of a crowd.
"On your knees."
I toy with the idea of refusing, but something about Sloan's dominant side speaks to me. He's not nearly as commanding as Jaemin, but my body is already starting to respond automatically to the authority in his tone.
"Yes, Sloan."
I toy with the idea of refusing, but something about Sloan's dominant side speaks to me. He's not nearly as commanding as Jaemin, but my body is already starting to respond automatically to the authority in his tone.
They want to see me be punished...and I want them to watch. I want Jaemin to watch.
My eyes dart around the room until I find my target... Jaemin's gaze is glued on me, his jaw clenched and hands fisted at his sides.
If he wanted me on my knees in front of him, all he had to do was ask.
As I'm watching, Jaemin turns away...and punches the wall!
"Grah!"
Holy shit...
I strain to see Jaemin's next move from my position, but Sloan stands before me, blocking him from view.
"When I want to be kissed, I'll ask for it. Is that understood?"
I nod and keep my head bowed.
"And when I want to kiss you, I'll do that too."
"Yes, Sloan."
His hand comes down over the top of my head, his fingers gently stroking over my hair. I lean into his touch, my whole body thrilling at the thought of Jaemin watching another man pet me.
"If there's one thing you should know about being my sub, it's that I do things a little differently than what you're used to."
He draws his fingers under my chin and down my neck. Even though there's no threat to his touch, I instinctively swallow.
"Can you guess how I'm different?"
"You are much nicer. One might say you're too nice..."
Sloan chuckles and moves his hand lower until he's grazing my breasts. I gasp and arch into his touch, but he doesn't do more than tease my tightening nipple.
"That's me. Your friendly neighborhood dom."
Sloan leans down, allowing his hand to trail further down my body. He traces my shape and dips his mouth so close to my ear that I shiver.
"I know what you're up to, (Y/N). Playing with fire will only end with you getting burned..."
"From everything I've heard about BDSM, that's half the fun."
Sloan's appreciative laughter washes over me as he forces my gaze up. When I raise my eyes to meet his, there's a spark of dominance there that I wasn't expecting.
"Before we go one step further, I want you to say that you're mine."
"Oh..."
"I mean it, (Y/N). Look at me and say the words. Tell me who you belong to."
I'm so startled by this sudden show of power that I'm not sure how to react. Licking my lips, I take a deep breath and open my mouth...
"She's mine, and you know it."
I'm shocked as Jaemin steps between Sloan and I.
"Is that how we're playing this?" Sloan asks Jaemin.
"Yes. I've had enough of this. Get on your feet, (Y/N)."
My body obeys before my brain can catch up. I tremble with anticipation and liquid desire as I stand. He leads me away from Sloan without a backward glance...
Maybe my plan worked a little too well. He's...furious.
I can feel the tension radiating off Jaemin as he leads me through the maze of the yacht. As the sounds of the party start to fall away, I'm aware of how vulnerable I am...
"Where are you taking me, Jaemin?"
His only response is to move faster. He's too intent on getting me away from Sloan to answer. Finally, I enter Jaemin's private suite. The door closes behind me with a thud.
"Jaemin... It's time for us to have a talk."
Jaemin is careful to look anywhere but at me.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I just thought you could use a few minutes away from Sloan."
"I did what you told me to! You wanted me to meet Sloan, so I met him. You wanted me to find a new dom, so that's what I was trying to do."
Jaemin turns away and drags a hand over his face, his movements are jerky and tense.
"I changed my mind about Sloan. He isn't a good fit for you."
"That's bullshit. You chose him for me for a reason. You knew we'd hit it off."
"You two hit it off?"
"Of course we did. He's good-looking, generous, and funny. What's not to like?"
"Dammit, (Y/N). It wasn't supposed to be like this."
"Fine. Then let me go."
Jaemin's whole body jerks as if on the end of a string.
"What?"
"I mean it. If you don't want me anymore, you need to say goodbye. You need to let me move on."
Jaemin is in front of me so fast that I don't see him move.
"Of course I want you. I've never wanted anyone so much in my entire life."
I search his face, those harsh lines and beautiful angles so familiar that I see them every time I close my eyes.
"...You...want me?"
"So much I can taste it. So much I can taste you."
His lips draw close to mine, our breath mingling as one. I tilt my head up, my lips parting in soft anticipation.
"Then do it, Jaemin. Taste me. Take me."
His mouth is on mine at once. His kiss is crushing and powerful, and I can barely catch my breath...
"I promised myself I wouldn't do this...that I wouldn't give in..."
"Why? What's so terrible about this? "
His only answer is to curl his fingers into my hip and pull me close. I've spent so much time not touching this man that it's almost too much to have him gripping me so possessively. His mouth is equally possessive as his tongue sweeps over mine.
"Nothing. It's perfect. That's the problem..."
He dips his head low to kiss down my jawline and the side of my neck, his tongue leaving a hot, wet trail of desire the further down my body it goes.
"Yesss... Don't stop..."
"(Y/N), are you sure? If we keep going... I won't be able to hold back. You'll see exactly how dominant I can be."
There's no use fighting it anymore. As I arch into him, I say the words that I've been holding back for weeks...
"If you really want me, then take me...however you want."
Jaemin releases a groan that thrills every part of my body. He reaches over to flick the light switch.
"Dammit, (Y/N). You really shouldn't have said that..."
Before I have time to ask Jaemin what he means, his mouth is on mine. The press of his lips is insatiable, the grip of his hand on the back of my head so firm I have no choice but to let him in.
"Jaemin..."
"You did this. You gave yourself to me."
He digs his free hand into my hip so hard that I gasp at the pain and pressure.
"And now you'll see what happens when you do..."
Jaemin grabs me around the waist and hoists me over his shoulder. His steps are firm and determined....and leading straight for his bed.
"You're mine now...mind, body, and soul."
My whole being thrills at the note of possession in Jaemin's voice.
"I'm yours."
Jaemin's eyes grow so dark I feel like I'm falling into them.
"That's my girl. I promise to take very good care of you..."
"I shiver at the thought of all the pleasure and pain in store for me..."
"Do you want me on my knees for you?"
"No. What I want is for you to be naked for me."
"Right here? Right now?"
"Yes, (Y/N). I've waited long enough for this. Take your dress off."
I hesitate, the weight of Jaemin's gaze so heavy it holds my limbs immobile.
"When I give you an order, I expect it to be obeyed. Don't make me tell you again."
I turn my back to Jaemin so I face the opposite wall. There's something delicious in knowing his eyes are on me...watching and waiting.
"Good. Now take it slow. I want to enjoy this."
I reach for the zipper first, sliding it down inch by inch until my gown pools at my waist.
"Like this?"
I risk a peek over my shoulder to find Jaemin standing in the exact spot I left him, his gaze transfixed.
"Yes. You're doing very well."
His praise sets off a fluttering low in my belly. Emboldened, I guide the gown over my hips to expose the curve of my ass.
"Beautiful..."
The gown drop to my feet. I reach down to slip off my heels, but Jaemin issues a low growl before I can remove them.
"No. The shoes stay on."
Jaemin can't seem to take his eyes off me as I stand. I feel shy but breathless, eager for what comes next.
"Now should I get in position?"
"Not yet. There are a few matters we need to clear up first."
I blink, startled at the vehemence in Jaemin's voice. He draws closer, authority and predation in every line of his body.
"Is something wrong?"
"Yes, something is very wrong."
"What did I do?"
"You know what you did. I saw you in that ballroom with him. I watched you bend over for another man."
"But he didn't even touch me..."
"He didn't have to. You liked imagining it, didn't you? Admit it."
"I...yes. I like the way picturing it made me feel."
"And how did it make you feel?"
"Exposed. On display. Naughty."
This answer seems to please Jaemin. Instead of approaching me, he seats himself on the end of the bed and pats his thigh.
"I want you draped over my lap, (Y/N). If you wanted a spanking, you should have just asked for one. Now you're going to pay..."
Jaemin encircles my wrist and tugs. He doesn't stop until I'm bent over his lap with my ass in the air. I squirm and try to pull away, but Jaemin stops me with one deft strike.
"Oh!"
The resounding slap of Jaemin's hand against my bare skin is almost too much. My skin feels hot and prickly, the pain like a quick burst of fire.
"You'll notice that I don't need a bench or fancy toys. All I require is my hand and this sweet, delectable ass."
He strikes again, this time a little lower. I jolt and rock against him, moaning loudly.
"Ten spankings should teach you to let another man touch your ass without my permission."
"Ten is fair. I'll take my punishment like a good girl."
"That's right. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to stop."
The next two blows fall with such rapid succession that I cry out in mingled surprise and pain. Jaemin's movements are swift but sure, his punishment decisive. He runs his fingers slowly up and down the curve of my back, the light rake of his nails an agony.
"Jaemin..." I moan.
"I know, my lovely. But it'll all be over soon..."
I whimper and bury my head against him as the rest of my punishment is doled out, strike by strike. Each touch of Jaemin's palm feels so cruel and so wonderful that I soon lose count.
"Will you let another man touch you again?"
"No..."
"Will you be a good little sub like you promised?"
"Yes..."
I squirm and struggle, but each time I move, the sweet sting of Jaemin's palm calls me back again.
"Good." he smiles seductively.
By the time Jaemin is done with me, I'm sagging and limp against him. I'm torn between agony and a feeling of liquid desire so strong that it almost overpowers me.
"If I were to slide my hand a little lower, what would I feel?"
I gasp, unsure I could handle so much sensation while my ass still throbs.
"Please...I'm so wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs..."
Jaemin gently guides me out of his lap, his expression somehow both hard and tender.
"That's right. You're wet for me, aren't you? I'm the only one who can make you feel this way. I'm the only one you want."
I nod, unable to lie after such intense emotions.
"You understand the different now, don't you? There's playtime and then there's this."
I eye Jaemin, awaiting his command. With a gesture at the bed, he begins tugging on his collar.
"I don't want you on your knees this time, (Y/N). I want you on your back."
He slips out of his clothes and into his dom gear...and all I can do is stare.
"(Y/N)?"
"Sorry, I...what did you say?"
Jaemin chuckles as he reaches into a drawer and pulls out a familiar toy.
"Get on the bed. You gave yourself to me however I want, remember? I want you locked down and at my mercy."
I whimper with delight as I scramble to the bed and position myself near the headboard. the hungry look in Jaemin's eye demands nothing less... The cold silk feels soothing against the hot, pulsing ache of my backside...
"Oooh..."
Jaemin guides my arms above my head, locking each cuff around my wrist. My whole body stretches and arches out on the bed. I tug, but there's no getting away now. He picks up a riding crop and smirks at me.
I hold my breath and wait to see what Jaemin has planned next. To my surprise—and delight—he starts by dragging the end of the riding crop along the length of my body.
"That's it? That's your big agonizing torture?"
"Ask me again in five minutes..."
Jaemin leans down to follow the riding crop's path with feather-light-kisses... I settle back into the soft mattress as Jaemin's mouth makes its way down across the curve of my neck, his tongue leaving a sure path toward my naked, arching chest.
"Mmm...yes..."
Then he pulls back and flicks the riding crop along my collarbone, so quick I almost miss it except for the sting it leaves behind.
"Oh!"
"Do you like that?"
"Yes...don't stop..."
He runs the crop over my breasts, teasing the nipples with the smooth leather. My breath hitches as he follows it with his mouth. I know what's coming next... I cry out as he lashes the riding crop across my tight buds, the bite of pain causing a rush of desire to pool between my legs.
"Jaemin!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
I shake my head and spread my legs wide, beckoning him closer. All I want is to feel him between my thighs.
"Absolutely not. I need you..."
Smirking, he puts the riding crop aside and slides down my body to press kisses along the curve of my lower belly. I tip my head back and groan as Jaemin picks up my leg and kisses my ankle just above my shoe.
"Ah, ah, ah. This is my reward, and I won't be rushed."
Then so slowly I can't stand it, he presses his mouth higher and higher up my thighs. I gasp and writhe against my bonds, willing him to move faster.
"If you keep kicking me like that, I'll have no choice but to tie your legs down too."
As he dips his head to swirl his tongue along the side of my thigh, I drive my hips up so hard his lips graze my core.
"Please... I just want you so much..."
"So that's the game we're playing, is it?"
Jaemin loses no time in reaching under the bed and pulling out additional restraints. He easily slips them around my ankles, then ruthlessly spreads my legs open and ties me to the bed. With my hands above my head and my legs spread-eagle, I have nowhere left to hide.
"Now you're completely at my mercy..."
Just like I wanted.
Just When I think I can't take it anymore, he pulls all the way back to admire his handiwork. My breath is coming in hot, panting bursts, the sheets damp with the desire that pools between my legs.
"Wait, why are you stopping?"
"Because I can."
Jaemin steps away and slides open a drawer near the side of the bed. I watch as he returns holding a toy in each hand. One hand holds a large dildo, the other a smaller plug with a flared base at the end.
"What do you think, (Y/N)?"
"Use the dildo on me, Jaemin."
"With pleasure."
He puts the other toy away before approaching me with a predatory smirk. I gasp out loud as Jaemin slides the dildo up and down his palm.
"Lucky for you, you're already so wet. Taking every inch of this won't be a problem, will it?"
I shake my head as he nudges the dildo against my entrance. I can feel myself stretching to accommodate it as he pushes inside slowly.
"Once I have you filled, I'm leaving it inside you while I continue playing."
"Wait, I thought..."
I trail off with a moan as Jaemin slides the toy fully inside the hot, wet heat of me.
"Damn, you're exquisite"
He pulls the dildo out halfway, then pushes it in again as I bite back a moan... I have no idea how long he keeps me there, torturing me for his own delight...but considering how desperate I am for him, it feels like days.
"How does it feel to know your pleasure belongs entirely to me?"
Jaemin slides a hand on my thighs, not stopping until he reaches my core. His thumb expertly finds my pleasure point and teases it. My whole body jerks in response.
"Should I end your misery right here and now?"
"Yesss..."
For the first time, I notice how ragged Jaemin's breathing has become. His muscles are tense and his expression strained, but not from emotion...it's from self-control.
He wants this just as badly as I do.
"Please, Jaemin...don't hold back. I want to see you cum..."
"Be careful what you wish for, little lamb."
He slides the dildo out of my body only to replace it with the hard, hot thrust of his length. Jaemin pulls out only to drive into me again, burying himself in me as his hands grip my hips.
"You don't cum until I say so, understood?"
"Yes—Oooh!"
He fills me again and again, his hips positioning against mine. I try to catch my breath against the onslaught of pleasure, but with my hands bound, all I can do is go along for the ride.
"I don't think I can hold back much longer. Oh God!"
I'm overwhelmed by the exquisite pleasure crashing over me... There's no shelter from the storm, only Jaemin anchoring me with his touch.
"Please, I need..."
"Not...yet..."
He drives me higher, closer to the edge...but refuses to let me plunge over. Finally, he pulls me into a searing kiss that leaves me with no other choice. My body lifts up only to come crashing back down again in a wave of ecstasy so intense that I see stars. I cry out, but Jaemin's mouth is there, capturing every sound, swallowing every moan as his own orgasm takes him by force.
"...(Y/N)!!"
Later, after Jaemin frees me from the handcuffs, I'm still coming down from the most intense sexual experience of my life. I ache in all the best ways...but a sudden lurch pulls me out of my reverie.
"What was that?"
"The yacht is docking. We're back."
"Does this mean we finally have the place to ourselves? I can think of a few ways to put this big ship to use..."
"I didn't realize we were so close to home."
"Is that...bad?"
When Jaemin's only response is to look down at me, his expression once again settling into his controlled mask, I know we're both thinking the same thing...
Now that we've broken rule number one, our relationship will never be the same...