(Y/N) POV
It feels strange to be back at work after the most romantic weekend of my life...but I still have that speech to work on. I enter the building and start to head toward my desk, but I'm stopped by a security guard.
"ID badge?"
"It's at my desk. I'm Pa—(YF/LN)."
"Sorry, I can't let you by without your badge."
"But—"
"She's with me. I'll vouch for her." Malorie blurts
"Hn. Make sure you have your badge with you next time."
"Will do!"
Malorie and I head towards our desks.
"Okay Malorie, spill. What's with all the security? Did something happen while I was in Paris?"
"I have no idea. It just started this morning. Maybe someone threatened Luis over the weekend?"
The security guard fixes his eyes on me before speaking directing into his walkie-talkie.
"All secure."
"All I know is something fishy is going on. These guys are different from Hernandez's usual security team."
"You're right... They're much hotter. You know, I can only think of one other person here who might need to be protected...or who someone else might think needs to be protected."
"Me? Why?"
"Who knows? But I'm guessing the most powerful attorney in Chicago has this kind of security detail on speed dial."
I glance over at Luis's office, where he's currently meeting with a potential donor.
"I'm sure it's just something connected with the campaign..."
Still, as we both turn our attention back to work, Malorie's words stick with me. Finally, I can't resist grabbing my phone and texting Jaemin.
(Y/N):
"My office is CRAWLING with security guards. You wouldn't happen to know something about that would you? Do I need to be worried?"
JAEMIN:
"No. I promised to take care of you. The security guards are there because I hired them."
(Y/N):
"What? Why? Has something happened?"
I stare at the screen, waiting for Jaemin's response. But before the bubbles stop, a snide voice accosts me from behind.
"Every time I come over, you're playing on your phone or plotting with Malorie. I need those changes to my speech draft finalized ASAP." Emerson comes over whining.
"Did you send me a new doc link? I must've missed it..."
"Don't play dumb, you know exactly what speech I'm talking about. The one on criminal justice reform?"
I stop, my hand poised over my mouse as his meaning sinks in.
"You mean my criminal justice speech? I'm the one who wrote that speech, not you."
"Nice try, (Y/N). I'm not about to let you steal my work and take all the credit for it."
"That's literally what you're trying to do right now!"
"I was Luis's criminal justice guy long before you showed up. You took my ideas, slapped a few fancy words on them, and claimed them for yourself. The way I see it, at best you're my co-author."
I open my mouth and close it again, suddenly unsure.
Mr. Hernandez is always saying we stand on the shoulders of those who came before us...and Emerson was here first.
I sigh. It's easy to stand up for Malorie, but when it comes to speaking up for myself...
I'll always be the same (Y/N) who let her ex-husband walk all over her.
"If you try to take credit for one word of (Y/N)'s speech, I'll sue you for intellectual property theft."
"Jaemin! What're you doing here? Shouldn't you be at your office?"
"I got worried when you didn't answer my texts. It's a good thing too. You obviously need me. Who is this guy?"
"I'm Emerson Chadley! And I don't know who you are, but you have no right to storm in here and tell me how to do my job."
"Maybe if you were better at your job, I wouldn't have to. From what I've heard, you make other people do all the work and then steal the credit."
My heart swells to see Jaemin defending me, but as I glance around, I notice my coworkers are starting to stare.
"Uh, it's not that big of a deal, you two. Just a...misunderstanding."
Jaemin opens his mouth to argue, but I put my hand on his forearm.
"I appreciate you coming to my rescue, but I need to handle this situation myself. I don't come to your office and interrupt your work."
"But—"
The sound of Luis Hernandez's office door opening stops everyone short. Luis takes one look at the three of us squaring off and frowns.
"What's going on over here? Is there a reason I can hear you from my office?"
"It's not what you think, Mr. Hernandez. I was just—"
"This kind of unprofessionalism is exactly what I won't tolerate on my campaign. We're supposed to be working together."
"Yes, Mr. Hernandez. I'm sorry."
"If I can't get my own team on the same page, what message does that send to donors? To voters? "
"I couldn't agree more. That's why I felt compelled to call (Y/N) out for not being a team player."
"Is that true, (Y/N)?"
Jaemin glances over at me, his brow lifted. I know he wants me to stand up for myself, but it's not as easy as he thinks...
"I'm still getting in the swing of things around here. I'm sorry if it interrupted your meeting."
"Not to worry. I'll keep a tighter watch on her from now on."
With a grunt of irritation, Jaemin pushes his way forward, his hand outstretched.
"don't think I've had the pleasure of formally meeting you yet, Mr. Hernandez. I'm Na Jaemin."
"Ah, yes. I recognize the name. You're the attorney, right? The one who's footing the bill for all this new security?"
"That's me, yes. It's been too long since I dipped my toe in local politics. I'm grateful for this opportunity to do my part."
Jaemin's attention is pulled away when a well-dressed woman steps out of Luis's office.
"I thought I heard a familiar voice out here..."
"Ah, Ms. Chou. Let me introduce you to—" Luis begins.
"There's no need for introductions. Grace and I go way back." Jaemin smiles.
"You two know each other?" I ask.
"Jaemin was my divorce attorney a few years ago. He's the reason I'm in a position to even consider a donation. You wouldn't believe what he got me in the final settlement. Plus, Jaemin made sure to keep my collection intact."
"Collection?" Emerson questions.
"My car collection. I'd have been devastated to lose even one of my race cars. They're like my children."
"Very fast, very expensive, very dangerous children... You know, I was thinking of heading over to the motor club today."
"Right now?" Luis asks.
"There's no time like the present. I was coming to invite (Y/N), but the four of us could make an afternoon of it."
"I suppose a few hours off won't completely derail the campaign, if (Y/N)'s up for it."
"Then it's settled. Luis and I will meet you two there." Grace smiles.
I can barely contain my excitement as Jaemin waits for me to grab my things and shove them into my purse.
"Oh my God, (Y/N)! You're so lucky! " Malorie giggles.
"I'd watch your back if I were you. One day, your luck will run out." Emerson growls under his breath.
"Thankfully, you're not me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a donor to impress." I sarcastically smile.
I'm not sure what to expect when I arrive at a motor club, but the huge racetrack and speeding sports cars take my breath away.
"This place is incredible."
Grace and Luis are already waiting for us in one of the garages. They're deep in conversation as they stand next to a bright purple sports car.
"You're right on time. I was just introducing Luis to Violet." Grace greets Jaemin and I.
I stare at the screen, waiting for Jaemin's response. But before the bubbles stop, a snide voice accosts me from behind.
"Every time I come over, you're playing on your phone or plotting with Malorie. I need those changes to my speech draft finalized ASAP." Emerson comes over whining.
"Did you send me a new doc link? I must've missed it..."
"Don't play dumb, you know exactly what speech I'm talking about. The one on criminal justice reform?"
I stop, my hand poised over my mouse as his meaning sinks in.
"You mean my criminal justice speech? I'm the one who wrote that speech, not you."
"Nice try, (Y/N). I'm not about to let you steal my work and take all the credit for it."
"That's literally what you're trying to do right now!"
"I was Luis's criminal justice guy long before you showed up. You took my ideas, slapped a few fancy words on them, and claimed them for yourself. The way I see it, at best you're my co-author."
I open my mouth and close it again, suddenly unsure.
Mr. Hernandez is always saying we stand on the shoulders of those who came before us...and Emerson was here first.
I sigh. It's easy to stand up for Malorie, but when it comes to speaking up for myself...
I'll always be the same (Y/N) who let her ex-husband walk all over her.
"If you try to take credit for one word of (Y/N)'s speech, I'll sue you for intellectual property theft."
"Jaemin! What're you doing here? Shouldn't you be at your office?"
"I got worried when you didn't answer my texts. It's a good thing too. You obviously need me. Who is this guy?"
"I'm Emerson Chadley! And I don't know who you are, but you have no right to storm in here and tell me how to do my job."
"Maybe if you were better at your job, I wouldn't have to. From what I've heard, you make other people do all the work and then steal the credit."
My heart swells to see Jaemin defending me, but as I glance around, I notice my coworkers are starting to stare.
"Uh, it's not that big of a deal, you two. Just a...misunderstanding."
Jaemin opens his mouth to argue, but I put my hand on his forearm.
"I appreciate you coming to my rescue, but I need to handle this situation myself. I don't come to your office and interrupt your work."
"But—"
The sound of Luis Hernandez's office door opening stops everyone short. Luis takes one look at the three of us squaring off and frowns.
"What's going on over here? Is there a reason I can hear you from my office?"
"It's not what you think, Mr. Hernandez. I was just—"
"This kind of unprofessionalism is exactly what I won't tolerate on my campaign. We're supposed to be working together."
"Yes, Mr. Hernandez. I'm sorry."
"If I can't get my own team on the same page, what message does that send to donors? To voters? "
"I couldn't agree more. That's why I felt compelled to call (Y/N) out for not being a team player."
"Is that true, (Y/N)?"
Jaemin glances over at me, his brow lifted. I know he wants me to stand up for myself, but it's not as easy as he thinks...
"I'm still getting in the swing of things around here. I'm sorry if it interrupted your meeting."
"Not to worry. I'll keep a tighter watch on her from now on."
With a grunt of irritation, Jaemin pushes his way forward, his hand outstretched.
"don't think I've had the pleasure of formally meeting you yet, Mr. Hernandez. I'm Na Jaemin."
"Ah, yes. I recognize the name. You're the attorney, right? The one who's footing the bill for all this new security?"
"That's me, yes. It's been too long since I dipped my toe in local politics. I'm grateful for this opportunity to do my part."
Jaemin's attention is pulled away when a well-dressed woman steps out of Luis's office.
"I thought I heard a familiar voice out here..."
"Ah, Ms. Chou. Let me introduce you to—" Luis begins.
"There's no need for introductions. Grace and I go way back." Jaemin smiles.
"You two know each other?" I ask.
"Jaemin was my divorce attorney a few years ago. He's the reason I'm in a position to even consider a donation. You wouldn't believe what he got me in the final settlement. Plus, Jaemin made sure to keep my collection intact."
"Collection?" Emerson questions.
"My car collection. I'd have been devastated to lose even one of my race cars. They're like my children."
"Very fast, very expensive, very dangerous children... You know, I was thinking of heading over to the motor club today."
"Right now?" Luis asks.
"There's no time like the present. I was coming to invite (Y/N), but the four of us could make an afternoon of it."
"I suppose a few hours off won't completely derail the campaign, if (Y/N)'s up for it."
"Then it's settled. Luis and I will meet you two there." Grace smiles.
I can barely contain my excitement as Jaemin waits for me to grab my things and shove them into my purse.
"Oh my God, (Y/N)! You're so lucky! " Malorie giggles.
"I'd watch your back if I were you. One day, your luck will run out." Emerson growls under his breath.
"Thankfully, you're not me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a donor to impress." I sarcastically smile.
I'm not sure what to expect when I arrive at a motor club, but the huge racetrack and speeding sports cars take my breath away.
"This place is incredible."
Grace and Luis are already waiting for us in one of the garages. They're deep in conversation as they stand next to a bright purple sports car.
"You're right on time. I was just introducing Luis to Violet." Grace greets Jaemin and I.
"Nice to meet you, Violet." I giggle.
"She's something else, that's for sure." Luis says.
"Did you give your car a name, Jaemin?" I ask.
Jaemin laughs as he moves to inspect his own car, a sleek black number that looks to be as impressive as he is.
"I never saw the need...unless you want to pick a name for me?"
"You should name him Night fury. Sounds kinda dark and dangerous, right?"
"Night fury...I like it. Consider him officially christened. Well Grace? What do you say we take these beauties out for a spin? I'll even let (Y/N) drive my car so you and Luis have a chance."
"You're on." Grace grins getting ready to race.
"You don't have to ask me twice." Luis laughs.
"But I've never driven anything that fast before..." I say looking to Jaemin.
"Then it's good thing I'll be in the car with you. I promise to take extra special care of you."
Luis glances at me with a raised brow. I can tell he wants to race with Grace.
This is a great chance to score points with my boss...and show Jaemin that he's not the only one who knows how to have a good time.
I hold my hand out for Jaemin's car keys.
"Hope you're prepared to eat my dust."
Everyone is in high spirits as we take our places. Jaemin slides into the passenger seat and walks me through a few of the cars trickier settings.
"Don't worry if the stick shift feels a little tight. I prefer it that way. And at higher speeds, it's important to focus on where you want to go, rather than where you are. Your body will know what to do."
"You'll help me, right?"
Jaemin catches my eye, his gaze so intense I feel it all the way down in my toes.
"You won't need my help...but I will be there to steady the wheel if it comes to it."
As I turn the key in the ignition and the car purrs to life under me, Luis shoots Grace's car out onto the track like a bullet.
"Uh oh. Are you gonna let him win that easily?"
"Don't worry. He won't get far."
I plunge my foot down on the gas, rocketing the car out with so much force that it pushes us both back against our seats.
"That's my girl. Always up for something new and exciting..."
Jaemin's words send a thrill up my spine as the scenery zooms by me with so much speed that it all looks like a blur.
"Stick as close to the inside track as you can on these turns. You'll blow by Luis in no time."
I keep my gaze fixed on the road ahead, my hands clutching tightly at the wheel. I haven't been able to catch up to Luis and Grace yet, but the bright purple flash of their car is like a beacon for me to follow.
"I'm gonna pass him if it's the last thing I do... Come on, Night fury..."
"If you keep riding the wall like that, it will be the last thing you do."
"Sorry, I'm still a little nervous..."
"I know you are. It's one of my favorite things about you."
"You like that I'm terrified?"
Jaemin's low laugh matches the hum of the engine.
"Not like that. I appreciate that no matter how nervous you get, you're still eager for more."
Jaemin's comment imbues me with burst of confidence, and I hit the gas. The car zips along, taking each turn to easily that I soon find myself neck- and-neck with Luis.
"If you want to pass him, don't let up. He's skittish around the corners. Maintain your speed as he backs down and you'll zoom by."
"I might pay for this later..."
I grip the wheel with both hands as I zoom around the corner without letting up on the gas!
"(Y/N)?"
The seconds in which I pass Luis—our cars so close they practically touch—are some of the most intense of my life.
"Perfect! You look like a seasoned driver out here."
As I round the track for the third time, I start to relax behind the wheel of Jaemin's car. I also start to understand what he sees in this...the high speed, the heart-pumping excitement, the way I feel so in control.
"I feel like I'm flying."
"I know what'll really make you soar..."
I gasp at the touch of Jaemin's hand on my knee. I step down a little too hard on the gas, the car leaping forward with a roar.
"Jaemin! What are you doing?"
"Whatever I damn well please... I'm in my care with my sub. Who can stop me?"
As his hand slides deftly up my thigh, the car veers to the right.
"Oooh!"
"Keep your eyes on the road, (Y/N). I don't want to have to punish you for crashing my car."
Keeping my eyes trained on the road, I slide my legs open. Jaemin loses no time in working his way up the soft skin of my upper thighs. His fingers slip under my clothes to toy with the lace edge of my panties. I subconsciously lift my foot off the gas.
"Ah, ah, ah. If you slow down, I slow down."
The world around me is a blur as Jaemin slides two fingers along the line of my body, teasing my most sensitive spot. I try to keep my breathing slow and even, but it's no use. I'm lost in the way Jaemin is touching me.
"Feeling that adrenaline yet?"
"I'm definitely feeling something..."
He swirls his thumb hard against my pleasure point, causing a reflexive jerk of my hips. I step on the gas and the car growls its appreciation.
"Good. If you want me to go fast enough to make you cum, you'd better speed up."
"Oh God... I can't..."
"The gas tank is full, and I have nowhere else to be. I could do this all day..."
"Your wish is my command."
I lose no time in hitting the gas with heavy foot. The car leaps forward, so fast now that I have to focus every bit of my attention on the road.
"Good girl."
Jaemin rewards me by sliding a finger deep inside the heat of my body. I gasp as he pulls out, then presses back in.
"Yesss..."
"How fast are we going?"
"Ninety-two."
"Good. Keep count for me."
I gasp out my increasing speed as Jaemin continues sliding his fingers in and out of my body. I'm so wet for him that I can feel my desire dripping down my legs, encouraging him to go deeper.
"Ninety-seven...ninety-eight...ninety-nine..."
With an extra flick of his thumb, Jaemin presses against my button.
"Jaemin! I'm gonna—"
The car reaches one hundred miles per hour just as a shaking orgasm crashes over me! Jaemin reaches out to steady the wheel as my body recovers.
"I've got you, little lamb. You're doing just fine. You never need to worry when you're with me. I know exactly how much you can handle."
A few laps later, I watch as Luis pulls off the track ahead of me. I follow after him.
"Thanks for letting me drive Night fury, Jaemin. It was...exhilarating."
"Believe me, the pleasure was all mine."
Later, after the drive, the four of us gather in the main clubhouse.
"I have to admit, this wasn't at all what I expected out of a meeting with Luis Hernandez." Grace chuckles.
"Am I allowed to ask what you expected?" Luis asks.
"No offense, but I never really bought your 'man of the people' act. Someone as stoic as you isn't the sort to cut loose with his constituents."
"That's...fair. My publicist is always telling me something similar."
"Then give your publicist a raise. I was ready to walk out of your office today. You have Jaemin to thank that I didn't."
"I can't take the credit. (Y/N) is the reason we're all here right now." Jaemin smiles at me.
"Me? We can split the credit."
I smile at Jaemin, then at Grace, who grins back.
"Now that I've seen that Luis can cut loose with the best of us, I'm ready to start talking numbers."
"That's fantastic."
"In fact, if you're going to start racing cars and hobnobbing with the likes of Na Jaemin, you'll need a bigger contribution. I'll talk to my people."
"How big are we talking?"
"Huge."
"I think you'll find that Mr. Hernandez really does walk the talk. The more time I spend in his office, the more I'm convinced he's the right man for the job."
Grace nods thoughtfully. Then she checks her watch with a sigh.
"Enough playtime... I've got to get back to the office before they put out a missing person report. Luis, expect to hear from my accountant soon."
"I'll walk you to your car." Jaemin offers.
I feel a little nervous to be left standing alone with my boss, but he turns to me with a smile.
"I'm impressed, (Y/N). After this morning's disaster of a meeting, I didn't think there was any way to change Grace's mind."
"Mr. Hernandez, Grace would be a fool not to donate to your campaign. If she can't see how important you are to Chicago's future, then she's not worth the effort."
"You sound like you actually mean that..."
"That's because I do. I believe in your campaign, Mr. Hernandez. And I believe in you."
"I'm glad Mr. Na happened to be in the office today. That was one helluva coincidence. How did you meet him?"
"Jaemin is a friend. I haven't known him for long, but he's a very generous person."
Luis looks as though he'd like to ask a few follow-up questions, but his tact as a politician stops him.
"I need to head back to the office and pick up a few things. Why don't you take the rest of the day off?"
"I don't know about that, Mr. Hernandez. I still have those edits for the—"
"If Ms. Chou writes as big of a check as she's saying, you've more than earned it. And please, call me 'Luis'."
I barely have time to stammer out my thanks before he gets a call and walks away to take it. I head outside to meet Jaemin.
"Why do you look like you just won the lottery?"
"Because I did. Mr. Hernandez gave me the rest of the day off. He must be really happy with the way things turned out."
"As he should be. Grace Chou is a big fish. Landing her should give him a good leg up over his opponent."
"It's all thanks to you. You're the one who knows Grace and made this happen."
"All I really did was drive a few laps around a race track."
Before I can respond, Jaemin takes me by the hand and starts leading me toward his car.
"Come on. I'll take you home. We don't want to waste one minute of your free afternoon..."
Jaemin walks me inside my building, his steps so close that I can feel the heat rising off his body.
"Thanks again for coming to my rescue. The next time I'm backed into a tight corner, I know who to call."
"The next time you're backed into a tight corner, I plan to be the one trapping you there."
"I wish there was some way I could repay you for all that you've done for me...Daddy."
"Are you offering yourself to me, little lamb?"
"I'm yours to command, always."
I lower my gaze in submission, my breath catching in my throat.
"You know I belong to you...'
"Yes, I do...which means I want you on your knees where you belong."
Before I know it, the two of us are stumbling into my bedroom. Jaemin slams the door behind him.
"Wait, I have something I want to show you..."
"What kind of 'something'?"
"Lingerie...for subs. I got it when I bought the toy for Paris. I-I'd like to put it on for you, to see if it pleases you."
"I'm sure it will. Do you want to be my model? Would you let me photograph you, like a photoshoot?"
I shiver in delight surprise. It wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but now that he's put the idea in my head...
"I've never roleplayed before..."
"The rules are the same. Your safe word still applies...but we get to pretend to be other people for a little while."
The thought of playing this game with Jaemin makes me shiver. I get the feeling that when he plays a role, he goes all the way.
Plus, this would be the perfect maiden voyage for my new lingerie...
Jaemin gives me a few minutes to change, and I quickly slip into my new lingerie, adjusting the straps. The moment the cool leather cinches my skin, I can feel myself gaining confidence.
"Now I just need the finishing touch..."
I attach my collar, then get into position and wait for Jaemin to return. A few moments later, I hear Jaemin re-enter the room. I glance up to see the litter of appreciation in his eyes as he sets a few props down by the bed.
"Damn..."
"You like it?"
I'm thrilled by his reaction, even as he clears his throat and tries to cover it up.
"The stylist certainly knows what she's doing. Have you ever modeled something so...naughty before?"
Looks like the game has already begun. I'd better get into character.
"This is my first lingerie photoshoot. Am I doing it right?"
He lifts a finger and makes a twirling motion. I stand and obey, my hips swaying as I show him my body from every angle.
"Stunning. What's your name again?"
"Kamryn. And yours?"
"You can call me Mr. Dream. Now, I don't know what you've heard about me, Kamryn, but I can be very demanding. And I demand that you do everything I say, or you'll never model in this town again."
"Understood."
Mr. Dream lifts a camera to his eye and starts snapping photos. I push down my insecurities and toss my head with as much confidence as I can muster.
Time to fake it 'til I make it.
I give the camera my best smolder, attempting to seduce the lens even though it feels a little silly.
"Not bad...but I think we can do better."
A low throbbing starts to fill my belly as Mr. Dream draws closer, his eyes narrowed as he eyes first me and then the bed.
"Try to relax... There's no wrong way to do this photoshoot as long as you're comfortable.'
I look down at my outfit, then back up at Mr. Dream standing there fully clothed. I never really thought about how vulnerable it feels to know I'm the only one baring skin.
"We'll start with something simple and ease you into it. Why don't you pick your favorite submissive pose?"
"Submissive? But I thought this was just a regular lingerie ad..."
Mr. Dream steps forward, toying with the leather strap of my bra. His brief touch is enough to take my breath away.
"Are you really so innocent?"
"Me? Innocent? I just thought that's what this shoot called for. I can be very, very dirty, if you prefer."
"Then let's see it. Show me how you like to be taken, Kamryn. Make the camera want you. Make me want you."
My breath catches in my throat as my mind runs over t he possibilities. There are so many ways to display myself... I sit on the edge of the bed and slide my legs open, putting myself fully on display. Mr. Dream growls low in his throat before flashing the camera twice.
"That's good, but I want to see more..."
I moan as Mr. Dream looks pointedly down at my core. Gliding one finger under my panties, I tug them aside to expose my wet softness. The camera flashes again, much faster this time as Mr. Dream drinks me in from every angle.
"You're exquisite."
I strike a few more poses before Mr. Dream tells me to stop.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, but I think we're ready for an action shot."
His hand hovers over several of the toys before picking up a sleek vibrator.
"It's one thing to show off submissive lingerie, but if you want to take your career to the next level, you need to show off this."
"But I'm just n innocent model!"
"By the time I'm done with you, there'll be no innocence left."
Mr. Dream approaches me as he slides the vibrator between his fingers. I'm transfixed by the action even as I struggle to remain in character.
"Please, Mr. Dream. What will my family say?"
"I don't give a damn. I'm here for the perfect shot, that's all."
I gasp and back toward the headboard as Mr. Dream brings the vibrator closer. He slides it between my thighs, pausing at my entrance to give me a chance to say my safe word.
"Please..."
My hips buck as he flicks it on and nudges it inside. I can feel the familiar stretch of my body and the tight, hot tension in my core.
"Are you still worried about your family?"
"No...don't stop..."
Mr. Dream drives the toy deep before stepping back and enjoying his handiwork.
"Pose for me, Kamryn. Show me how much you like it."
"With it inside?"
Mr. Dream nods as he picks up the camera once again. I reach between my legs and grab the vibrator, my whole body aflame as I take charge of my own pleasure in front of the camera.
"Like this?"
"Yes, exactly like that. Work your body for me."
I whimper as I slide the toy in and out, in and out... I've never done anything so daring, and to have photographic evidence after the fact...
"Wait, Jaemin, is there actual film in that thing?"
He stops and pulls the camera down, a playful gleam in his eye.
"What did you just call me?
"Oh, um...Daddy? Mr. Dream?"
"Don't break character again. I don't want to have to punish you..." he seductively smiles.
"I'm sorry Mr. Dream. It won't happen again." I smile back.
He nods, satisfied, then leans in close.
"Don't worry, the camera's empty. Just focus on showing off that tight body of yours."
After a few more 'shots', Mr. Dream takes pity on me and removes the toy. As it slides out of my body, I can't help whimpering at how empty I feel...and how ready to be filled again.
"These photos are sure to make you a star, Kamryn. Is that what you want? To be famous?"
"Right now, all I want is to feel your hands on me...'
He draws closer to me, his body looming hot and enticing over mine.
"Uh oh. Are you breaking character again?"
I shake my head and whimper, stretching my body out underneath his.
"This is Kamryn talking. And I'm telling you what I want...you."
He pauses for a long moment, his eyes searching mine. After what feels like forever, he curses softly and begins shedding his clothes.
"Dammit, Kamryn. I can't resist a plea like that."
I lie back on the bed, my head in a whirl as Mr. Dream finishes disrobing and covers my body with his. When he brings his mouth to mine, he does it with so much tenderness that I'm not sure what to think.
"But Mr. Dream, what about the photoshoot?"
"Screw the photoshoot. I got my shot."
I moan into his mouth as he deepens the kiss. His hands are on my body, exploring every inch of me until there's no part left untouched. The shift in Mr. Dream's mood is undeniable, but I'm not daring enough to question him about it. I'm too busy enjoying the hard press of his body on top of mine... Mr. Dream positions himself between my thighs.
"Oh God...you're so hard..."
I gasp and buck my hips, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me as the heat of him pushing into me.
"That's right. You did this to me. You made me feel this way."
He groans as he pulls out and drives into me again, this time hooking my thighs up so he can find my deepest pleasure spots. My breath is coming hot and fast, my whole body vibrating as he pounds into me relentlessly.
"Yes...yes..."
"Just like that, (Y/N)..."
As he continues to surge against my body, I realize he didn't call me 'Kamryn' this time...and there's no sign of roleplay in sight.
"Jaemin...more...I need..."
Jaemin kisses me with such deep intensity that my hips start moving harder and fast, drawn up into him as if by force.
"I'll never get tired of the sound of my name on your lips..."
Something about the way Jaemin holds me, as if I'm the most precious thing in the world, unleashes a torrent of sensations.
"I can't hold back..."
"Cum for me, (Y/N)."
He drives his body against mine one more time, and I finally give myself over to the pull of release. I can feel the powerful surge of his own release as it shakes both his body and mine. I cry out, but not for long.
"...Jaemin!"
Jaemin captures the sound with his mouth in a kiss so long and tender that I ache when it's finally over."
"My God. The sounds you make when you cum... I'll never get tired of hearing that."
I want to ask what he means, but he pulls me into the crook of his arms and nestles me so tightly that I don't dare move... At this point, I don't think I can.
What was that?!
Late that night, I lay satisfied and exhausted in Jaemin's arms. All I want to do is sink into him and sleep, but my mind won't stop racing.
What Jaemin and I just did...that wasn't like the other times. It was...more. Another night like this, and I won't be able to stick to our contract. The 'no feelings' rule is getting harder and harder to follow.
I try to slip out from under Jaemin's embrace, desperate to protect my heart, when I hear the BANG of the front door!
"What was that?!"
Jaemin is instantly awake. He leaps out of bed, his body positioned between me and the other room.
"Stay here." he says protectively.
Ignoring Jaemin's command, I follow a few steps behind him. I can just make out a silhouette against the city lights through the windows.
"What the—?"
I blink as Jaemin turns on the lights. In front of us is a young woman struggling to get an enormous suitcase through the door.
"Oh, thank God. Jaemin, can you help me with this?"
"Jaemin? You know her?"
"Jaehee, what're you doing here?"
"Surprise! I'm moving to Chicago."