JAEMIN'S POV
The view from our Parisian hotel room is stunning...but I'm completely focused on my head of security as he gives me an update.
"What's going on with the Jay situation?"
"Not much. I've got investigators following him, but that man leads one hell of a boring life."
I pause and cock my head, listening as the shower continues running in the next room. I have a big date planned for (Y/N) tonight, so I have to keep this conversation brief.
"He hasn't done anything suspicious or spoken to anyone out of the ordinary. He hasn't even seen Trishana."
I wish there was a faster way to get answers, but there's no way I'm showing Jay how much he's rattled me. For now, it's best to play the waiting game...
"If Trishana isn't the source of his information, who else could it be?
"Someone close to (Y/N). At her office, maybe? Wouldn't be too hard to convince one of them to sell her new address to the highest bidder."
"That sounds potentially dangerous. I don't like the idea of her working around people who'd use her like that... Beef up security at her apartment and office. Her safety is the most important thing."
"Done. Anything else?"
I scrub a hand along the back of my neck, trying my best not to let the image of Park Jay sour my mood. That man is out to destroy (Y/N)'s life, I'm sure of it.
"Until we know what Jay's doing and why, I want (Y/N) protected from him, got it? Don't let Jay get within a hundred feet of her."
"You can count on me, boss."
Anderson ducks out of the room to get to work. A few minutes later, the shower turns off and (Y/N) emerges from the bathroom wearing nothing but her underwear.
After the conversation I just had with Anderson, the only thing I want to do is throw her to the bed and cover her body with my own.
The best way to protect a woman like that is to mark her as mine...everywhere.
I'm about to do just that when I notice the expression on her face and pause. She looks annoyed...with me.
"What's wrong?" I ask her.
(Y/N) flushes all over, her sharp intake of breath full of outrage...and interest.
"How am I supposed to get ready for a date if I don't know where we're going?"
"Is that what's bothering you?"
"It's not funny! You won't tell me anything about our plans...do I wear a ballgown? A sundress? A leather corset?"
"As intriguing as that last one sounds... A few days in Paris, and all of a sudden you're the one calling the shots?"
"That's not what I meant!"
"I don't care what you meant. You're not in chare here."
"Jaemin, I didn't—"
"What did you call me?"
(Y/N)'s eyes fly open in quick surprise. She realizes her error almost at once, her eyelashes fluttering in delicious confusion.
"Daddy! I meant Daddy."
I firm my stance and slide a finger under her chin. She gulps but allows me to lift her head.
"Someone seems to have forgotten who has all the power around here..."
"I'm sorry, Daddy. It won't happen again."
"I know it won't. I'm damn well going to make sure of it." I give her a devilish smile making her shiver with anticipation.
"Why? What will you do to me?"
"I'm going to make you bend of the bed."
"Daddy!" she moans.
"Don't make me ask again."
(Y/N) gulps as she steps toward the bed. She risks a quick peek over her shoulder at me, but I don't relax my expression. She gasps as I approach and position her body so the generous curves of her ass are presented to me.
"You'll be feeling the sweet sting of my punishment all night. Every time you sit, you'll think of how good it feels to have my hand on you."
"Please, Daddy. I promise not to be bad again."
"It's too late for that. Naughty girls get what's coming to them."
I bring my hand down on her ask cheek with a resounding smack. With my free hand, I pin her arms above her head, stretching her gorgeous body out in front of me. I pause and give her a moment to say her safe word, but all she does is pull against my restraining hand, her body undulating against the bed.
"Yes! Oh, yes."
Grinning wickedly, I bring my hand down for another blow. The sound of it sends a spike of longing straight to my core. She trembles and moans as she presents herself for another strike.
"Will you be good next time?"
"So good."
"Will you do as your dom says?"
"Always."
My third strike takes her by surprise. As my palm lands against the quivering, quaking flesh, she cries out in a sweet agonized voice for more.
"I think you've had enough...for now. There's plenty of time to punish you later."
"Should I be worried?" I give a seductive smile.
"Always."
"I'm at your service Daddy."
I nod my approval and move to the closet to get her date outfit. I've been itching to get my hands on (Y/N) all day...to dress her up and make her my own.
"I asked Marie Babineaux to send over an outfit for each of us...you'll wear it, and you'll like it."
At the mention of the famous French designer's name, (Y/N)'s eyes light up. I pull out the dress in question, a tight-fitting couture gown that'll make the most out of every curve on (Y/N)'s delicious body.
"I told you once that I always take good care of my toys. Come here so I can dress you."
(Y/N) steps forward, placing herself submissively in front of me. She moans softly as I run a hand up the side of her, gently lifting her arms above her head. She arches into me with a satisfied sigh. I lose no time sliding the gown over her arms and down her body. She shimmies and squirms as the fabric unfurls over her curves.
"It's so soft."
"It's nothing compared to your skin..."
I take my time adjusting each tuck and fold of the gown, making sure it fits tight at the waist and flares out over her hips, her breasts on display under the generous neckline. I lower my hands to her hips and hold her in place. Dropping my mouth to the slope of her shoulder, I leave a trail of hot, light kisses as I go.
"Damn, (Y/N). The only thing better than putting this dress on you is gonna be taking it off again..."
I zip the dress up, securing it tightly across her breasts. I turn her around to face me. She's just as beautiful as I'd hoped...and already dazed with desire.
"Now it's my turn."
(Y/N) watches, wide-eyed, as I pull out an outfit that almost rivals hers for expense and design.
"Do I get to watch you get dressed too?" she asks with a smile.
"Would that please you?"
"Yes. Oh yes."
"Then you may look...but no touching."
(Y/N) nods and tucks her hands behind her back as I begin to get dressed.
"Am I allowed to speak, Daddy?"
I pause in the act of removing my shirt to lift a brow at her.
"Is there something specific you have to say?"
"No, just that...you're gorgeous."
She swiftly lowers her gaze. I smile at her sweet compliment...and the bright heat of desire in her eyes.
"Shall we?"
(Y/N) can barely look away long enough to meet my gaze.
"Daddy..."
"Don't look at me like that. The night is young, and I intend to make you suffer through every minute of it..."
A few minutes later, I hold the door open for (Y/N) as she slips into the back of the limousine.
"Are you gonna tell me where we're going now?"
"Nope. And the more you ask, the less I'm going to say."
I slide in next to her and tap on the privacy glass. The driver has already been given directions to our destination, so there's no need for further communication.
"I've already seen the Seine and the Fontaine des Mers... We're going to the Eiffel Tower, aren't we?"
"Lucky guess."
I shake my head with a mock sigh.
"There goes all my exciting plans. I'll have to call and tell them to open it back up to the public."
"Wait, you closed down the whole Eiffel Tower? For me?"
I lift (Y/N)'s fingers to my lips and press a soft kiss against them.
"With what I have planned, we'll need all the privacy we can get..."
I expect (Y/N) to start peppering me with questions about the evening ahead, but she grows pensive.
"Is something wrong? I thought you'd enjoy having the Eiffel Tower all to yourself..."
"It's perfect! I just..."
She reaches for her bag and clasps it in her lap before casting a shy glance up at me.
"The thing is... I planned a surprise for you too. You can tell me if I'm being too forward, but..."
I'm so touched by this gesture that I find my throat growing suddenly tight. I can't remember the last time anyone tried surprising me... Then she reaches into her purse and pulls out a small remote control that fits in the palm of my hand. I recognize it at once.
"Well, well. Looks like you got yourself a surprise too."
(Y/N) flushes all over, her gaze unable to meet mine. She pulls out the discreet sex toy that goes along with the remote, confirming my guess.
"I thought...you know. That maybe you'd want to use it. On me."
"Where did you get it? If you've been talking to other doms behind my back..."
"I haven't, I swear. My friend Malorie from work told me about these and sent me a link."
I make a mental note to have Anderson investigate this Malorie woman as (Y/N) risks a quick peek up at me.
"Once she told me what they're used for, I couldn't stop thinking about it...and about you having that kind of control over me."
"A toy like this isn't for beginners. Once it's inside you, I control everything. I could make you cum anything...anywhere..."
A soft moan escapes (Y/N)'s lips.
"Please, Daddy. Can we try it?"
I'm powerless against her plea...and against my own desire to play with (Y/N). I'm already imagining all the ways I can torture her...
I wanted our last night in Paris to be unforgettable, and a toy like this is sure to please us both.
"Oh, little lamb. You have no idea what you've just done..."
"Does this mean you'll use it? Thank you, Daddy."
"Don't thank me yet. Unbuckle your seatbelt and get on your knees. I want you facing the seat opposite of me."
(Y/N) glances anxiously at the privacy window that's the only thing separating us from the driver.
"What about him?"
"The screen is soundproof. You can scream all you want. The chauffeur won't be able to hear or see you."
"Are you going to make me scream, Daddy?"
"Definitely."
(Y/N) slides to the floor and kneels with her back to me, displaying her every curve.
"Put your hands on the seat in front of you and don't move them until I say so."
She places her hands on the leather, her head bowed and her sumptuous backside displayed before me. It would be so easy to take her right here and now, but I have much more enticing plans in mind.
"I hope you're ready for this."
"Oh God, so ready."
I hike the skirt of her gown up to her waist. Hooking my finger under her panties, I pull them aside to reveal her wet, pink core. (Y/N) holds her body tense but ready as I draw the vibrator down her center, lubricating the tip with her own dripping heat.
"Please, Daddy. I need it so bad."
"I know you do...but before I drive it between your legs, I want you to promise me one thing."
"Anything..."
"Promise you won't disobey me for the rest of the trip."
I tease her entrance, sliding the toy up before quickly drawing it away again. She arches her back, begging me to fill her.
"I promise, I'll be so good. Please, just give it to me."
That's all the invitation I need. I plunge the toy into her body, holding her hips down to secure it in place.
"Yesss..."
I wait until my sharp spike of desire abates before sliding her panties back into place. From the outside, there's no way to tell she has a toy under her skirt.
"How does it feel?"
"Big."
I laugh and press a kiss on the side of her neck. She makes a move to return to her seat, but I tsk a gentle warning.
"I didn't say you could get up yet. We need to give this little guy a test drive first."
I press the button for the lowest vibration setting. I can't hear the buzzing as it turns on, but (Y/N) jumps and muffles a telltale cry.
"Ohhh God..."
"This is going to be fun."
I flick it just as quickly off again. (Y/N) sighs with relief, but I'm only getting started.
"Let's see how high this thing can go."
I don't wait for her to react before flipping the vibration all the way up to the top. This time, her cry is loud and sharp.
"Jaemin, wait! It's too much! Oh God..."
"One..."
"Please, Daddy..."
"Two..."
"I'm too close! I can't—"
"Three."
I turn the remote control off again. (Y/N) sags limply against the seat, her head down and her breath panting.
"Malorie didn't mention this..."
I put a hand on her shoulder, growing serious.
"If you're really uncomfortable, just say 'apple'. "
(Y/N) shakes her head, determined.
"Not yet. Malorie just glossed over what I'm realizing are some important details."
"I'm starting to like the sound of this woman. What other tips does she have hiding up her sleeve?"
"I'm not telling you that! You'll just use them to torture me."
I lift the remote control and hover my finger over the button.
"Are you daring to disobey me? Already?"
"Wait, no, not again so soon."
"As long as you give me control, I can do whatever I want. Tell me what else your friend recommends."
"Nothing. I swear! This is as far as we got."
"I'll believe you...this time."
Softening, I take pity on her. She may have introduced this toy, but she has no idea how far I can take it...
"I'll give you a break. You can relax for the rest of the drive."
She eyes me warily.
"Maybe I should keep hold of that remote control for a while."
Laughing, I tuck it away, well out of her reach.
"Ah, ah, ah. This isn't leaving my hands for the rest of the night...and maybe longer."
The limo slows down, and (Y/N) gapes as the Eiffel Tower comes into view.
"I've never seen anything like it..."
I don't pay any attention to the scene outside the window, too captivated by (Y/N)'s breathless wonder.
"Wait until we get to the top. You can watch all of Paris from up there."
"And we really have it to ourselves? All night?"
I smile at her naïve pleasure.
"Not quite. There are a few people waiting for us at the top."
Before I know it, we're stepping out of the elevator at the top of the tower to the low, dulcet sounds of the Orchestre de Paris. (Y/N) gasps at the rows of live musicians in wonder. They're in the back corner of the platform to give us as much privacy as possible.
"Are you serious? The whole orchestra is here for us? "
"I'd give you all of Paris if I could. Since I can't wrap up a city and present it to you with a bow, the most famous Parisian orchestra is the next best thing."
"It's amazing..."
I move a hand to the small of (Y/N)'s back and propel her forward. The gentle sway of her hips reminds me of the toy, but I don't push the button.
Not yet. I'll give her a chance to enjoy the view first.
"I can see Notre Dame from here! And the Champ de Mars! It goes on forever."
As I come to stand behind her, the two of us looking out over the railing, she leans into me. I drop a hand to her hip and hold her there, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume.
"I don't know how a night like this could get any better..."
"I do."
Before (Y/N) has time to question me, I reach into my pocket and flick the remote control. (Y/N) gives a jolt before arching into me with a purr.
"You're right, this is better."
As she rubs against me, I tighten my hold on her hip to still her gyrations.
"Don't get greedy."
"But I need it, Daddy. I need you."
I flick the vibration up a level. As (Y/N) muffles a whimper and tilts her head back, I can feel the buzzing as it resonates through her body and into mine.
"God yes. I could cum right here, with all of Paris watching."
"Not yet. You don't have permission."
"But you turned it up!"
"And I can turn it off just as easily. Behave yourself."
"Thank you for everything, Jaemin. It's hard to believe we have to head home tomorrow. This whole thing has been like a dream."
Something about the scene—the twinkling, (Y/N) purring against me, the gratitude in her voice—makes me feel uneasy.
"It's nothing. People take weekend getaways all the time."
"Not people like me. A few months ago, I was trapped in a loveless, sexless marriage with no end in sight. I never could've predicted that life would lead me here. Standing on the top of the Eiffel Tower with the most gorgeous man in the world. I know it's sappy, but you changed my life. I never could've done any of this without you."
I step back, suddenly feeling as though my chest is constricting.
"It has nothing to do with me. You'd have gotten to this point with or without me. I just helped to pave the path."
(Y/N) shakes her head, her stance defiant.
"You have no idea what you do to people, do you?"
"Control them? Dominate the?"
"No, Jaemin. You lift them up."
Sensing the need for a distraction, and fast, I hold out my hand and execute a slight bow.
"It'd be a damn shame to let all this music go to waste. Shall we dance?"
"I'd love that."
I pull (Y/N) into my arms, holding her as close as I dare. The evening is ripe for romance, but that's the one thing I need to avoid at all costs.
"I should've known you'd be a good dancer on top of everything else."
"If the human body is capable of it, then I've mastered it."
"I wish I could say the same, but—Oh!"
I tighten my hold around (Y/N)'s waist as she gives a sudden hitch of her hips in time with the toy I just turned up a level inside her.
"Jaemin, I can't take anymore!"
"I can do whatever I want. And right now, I want your legs to give out underneath you."
As I adjust the setting to provide deep, thrumming vibrations, (Y/N)'s legs are in danger of exactly that. She struggles to keep her steps in time with mine, her lower lip between her teeth in an effort to concentrate.
"It feels like you're touching me right here in front of everyone."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to slide my hand between your legs? To finger you until you cum?"
"Oh God. Please don't say things like that right now."
I relent and lower the setting.
That should keep my heart from getting too soft...for now.
As the song ends, (Y/N) presses her lips against the side of my neck. She doesn't have permission to kiss me, but her next words rob me of speech.
"You've done so much for me tonight. Is there anything I can do to return the favor...Daddy?"
It's high time I showed (Y/N) how to please me...and Paris is the perfect setting for this kind of lesson.
"As a matter of fact, there is something you and your hot little mouth can do for me..."
(Y/N)'s hot little mouth falls open in surprise. I take advantage by swooping down and pressing a hard kiss that leaves no room for doubt. Her tongue is eager as it slides along mine. I can practically feel that mouth working the rest of my body already.
"Please, Daddy. Tell me how I can serve you."
"The first thing we're doing is getting out of here. There's something else I want to show you."
I take (Y/N) by the hand and lead her toward the waiting elevators. I have one more destination in mind...and it's a lot more private than this one.
Soon, I lead her onto a riverboat destined for a midnight cruise along the Seine. The twinkling night stars create the perfect backdrop.
"Don't worry, little lamb. We're totally alone out here, expect for the caption and his crew below deck...and all the lovers taking a moonlit stroll along the river."
(Y/N) swallows heavily as she glances out over the cityscape. In the night air, I can only see the shapes and shadows of passerby...and they can only see the shapes and shadows of us. As the boat begins churning steadily through the water, I lean back against the railing.
"On your knees."
(Y/N)'s eyes grow wide at the short, sharp command.
"Here? Now? "
"Be good and you'll get a reward."
I beckon her closer with the crook of my finger.
"Nothing can hurt you while you're under my protection."
"Not even you?"
"You won't know until you get on your knees and find out, will you?"
As (Y/N) settles into her position, she licks her lips and risks a peek up at me.
"How may I serve you, Daddy?"
Even though I've been picturing this moment for weeks, the sight of (Y/N) eager and panting in front of me is almost too much. I can practically feel her taking my length into her mouth and sucking greedily at me.
"For the next few minutes, you have my permission to play."
"However I want?"
"yes, but only until I say so."
(Y/N) scoots closer, her hands so eager to touch me that I can feel her trembling already. She reaches for my zipper before settling more firmly between my legs. Her warm, panting breath leaves soft impressions on my exposed length.
"Oh God..."
"Is this what you plan to do with your free time? Admire the view?"
(Y/N) shakes her head and lifts her hand to the hard, pulsing heat of me. She strokes me up and down, stoking the fire within.
"I've been dying to touch you all weekend..."
"Then you'd better make it count."
She pumps harder as I groan and let my head fall back.
"Is this okay? Does this...please you?"
I fight a laugh at such an innocent question. The way my body feels under her touch is about so much more than pleasure.
"Yes, in fact, I believe you deserve a reward..."
I slip a hand into my pocket and flick the vibrator remote on to the lowest level. With a gasp, her hold on my length tightens.
"Oh fu—yesss..."
She settles more firmly between my legs, her eyes shining hungrily up into mine.
"Please Daddy, let me taste you."
"You want to take me in your mouth?"
"More than anything."
Under the Parisian moonlight? Where anyone can see?"
"I—if that's what you want..."
My body is so hot to feel her tongue that I have to take a moment to breathe and collect my thoughts. To buy myself some time, I turn the vibrator up.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes. Keep being a good girl and you'll keep being rewarded."
(Y/N) moans and licks her lips.
"If it gets to be too much and you can't say your safe word, tap my leg like this."
I demonstrate, and she nods.
"Wait, do you have any grapefruit?"
"What do you need that for?"
"Just another tip Malorie gave me."
I look around and gesture to a bowl of fruits sitting on a nearby table. (Y/N) takes a look and finds a grapefruit and quickly cuts the ends off and creates a hole in the middle. She brings the fruit back over and gets back into position. I glide my fingers over her hair, lightly petting her, guiding her close. The moment she slips the grapefruit over my length and then slips her lips around the rest of my exposed length, I tip my head back with a groan.
"Not too fast. You've only earned a small taste..."
"Whatever you say, Daddy."
She removes the grapefruit and opens her mouth to take me in, eyes wide as I pump long and slow between her waiting lips. With a deep breath, she opens her throat to swallow me deep.
"That's right. You want all of me, don't you?"
I curl my hand tighter around the back of her head, rolling my hips slowly against her mouth as she places the grapefruit around my length and sucks. The sensation of the grapefruit only heightens the hot slide of her mouth on me, leaving me desperate for more. The gentle rocking of the boat under my feet only adds to my pleasure. I could spend hours like this, with (Y/N) pleasuring me with her mouth...
"Let's see how well you keep it up if I turn your vibrator up..."
While (Y/N) is still busy working me with her mouth, I flip the remote up two levels. She pulls back with a strangled cry her eyes glazed over with desire.
"Oh God..."
"I don't recall telling you to stop."
"I'm sorry, Daddy..."
She takes a deep breath and resumes her ministrations.
"Do you feel how deep it throbs inside you? How tightly it fits inside your body?"
"I can't feel anything else..."
"That's what it'll be like when I'm working you...your body opening up underneath me, letting me take whatever I want."
"Please, Daddy..."
I tighten my grip on her, and she responds by picking up the pace, driving me closer to the edge...
"(Y/N)..."
My warning falls on deaf ears. With a determined flick of her tongue, she takes me right to the brink.
"(Y/N), I'm going to..."
"Please, Daddy. Cum in my mouth."
And just like that, I fall apart under the starlight.
"...(Y/N)!"
I take a moment to catch my breath...then straighten my clothes sand reach for (Y/N).
"On your feet."
I help (Y/N) to a standing position, her legs unsteady beneath her. As the moonlight catches her face, I can see that her lips are swollen and plump. I can't resist pressing a hot, hard kiss on them. The taste of desire clings to her lips.
"Now it's time I finish what I came here to do."
I turn her to face the water. Then I reach for the remote control again, turning it up all the way.
"Daddy..."
She moans and grips the railing, her head falling back against me. I reach down to grab the toy to slide it out of her...then push it back into her wet heat.
"This is what you want, isn't it?"
"Yes! Oh yes..."
"Are you ready to cum for me yet?"
"Please, Daddy..."
"You've earned your reward. Finish for me."
(Y/N) gasps and undulates against me, trapped between my body and the railing. As the first powerful wave of her orgasm clenches inside her, she begins to cry out. I guide her head back so I can cover her mouth with mine. I take in every gasp and moan, drinking in her pleasure as if it's my own.
"That's right. Give it all to me."
As she falls back against me, I turn off the toy and slip it out of her. Then I hold her under the twinkling stars.
"I hope you know what a bad influence you are. I just hooked up in public...and loved every minute of it!"
Even thought the words are meant to be light and teasing, I can't help feeling the sudden chill of the night air.
"Don't worry, I know exactly what kind of influence I can be..."
After my unforgettable weekend with (Y/N), I'm having a difficult time getting back into the daily grind of work. No matter how many legal briefs I try to bury myself in, I can't stop thinking about (Y/N)...
I need to get a serious grip on myself. It was just Paris. I've been there dozens of times before.
I pull up a particularly nasty divorce case to distract myself. A dispute over a priceless family heirloom should help me get my head back in the game. I've just picked up the phone to call the client when it buzzes in my hand with a text from (Y/N).
(Y/N):
"Is there something you forgot to tell me?"
JAEMIN:
"That's no way to greet your dom. Try again. With respect."
(Y/N):
""With respect" is there something you forgot to tell me?!"
JAEMIN:
"Do I need to get my whip ready? Five to ten lashes should teach you a lesson."
(Y/N):
"I'm not messing around Jaemin. My office is CRAWLING with security guards. You wouldn't happen to know something about this would you?"
I put my phone down with a curse. (Y/N) clearly sounds pissed that I beefed up security at her work...
How the hell do I explain this without telling her about Jay?