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"Baby?" Your boyfriend called for you from his side of the couch, and you peered up over the edge of the book you were reading to show you were listening. The ambience of the evening was quiet thus far, so him breaking the silence had you immediately intrigued.
"Yes, pretty?"
It was as if your eye contact had made him lose all confidence, his cheeks gaining colour as he averted his gaze to where your legs were situated in his lap. Shaking his head, his shoulder length hair swayed slightly with the movement, and his voice sounded small as he all but hid his face behind his phone.
"Uh- nothing- never mind." He cleared his throat, clearly wanting to move on from the topic of conversation, but you were intrigued. Keeping your finger on your page you gently closed your book and held it in your lap, offering him your full attention.
"No, what is it?" You didn't like pressing him like this, but the embarrassed look on his face made you curious. "You've started something - you better finish it."
He blinked. Once. Twice. The silence seemed to stretch on for far longer than the 5 seconds it was until he spoke.
"I- uh- was just wondering what you wanted for dinner-" He cleared his throat, averting his eyes back down to his phone, the blush never once leaving his cheeks.
Deflection. Interesting. You pondered it for a moment before you dropped it entirely - hopefully he would tell you what it really was sooner rather than later.
"Huh…okay… I've been kinda craving pasta lately - I'll have anything though." You opened your book once more and continued reading, although you had begun to find it increasingly difficult to focus with Wooyoung's unspoken words lingering in the air.
"Okay." He visibly relaxed as he realised you were going to drop the subject, leaning back into the couch before placing a hand on your calf, dragging it up and down in a comforting motion. "What kind?"
Assuming he had just opened deliveroo, you brought a finger to your lips as if in deep thought. "Hm…good question…what pasta do I want…"
"Okay look just because I know your favourite pasta is chicken alfredo doesn't mean I know if you want it every time!" He complained through a pout, one that you couldn't help giggling at as you quickly sat up to kiss it off his lips.
"Its okay pretty, I love that you're so considerate with me." You kissed him again, delighting in the way his cheeks took on a pretty flushed tint in reaction. "But for the record, I will always want chicken alfredo pasta. Always."
"Consider that noted." He rolled his eyes as you leaned back down, but the smile on his lips betrayed his true emotion. That being how completely enamoured and in love with you he was.
"Where are you ordering from?" You asked curiously, definitely just because you were curious and most definitely NOT because you wanted to see if he remembered your favourite place.
"Is that even a question? I'm ordering from Yeo-Yeo's. I know they're your favourite. Plus I fucking love their Carbonara." He spoke so nonchalantly, as if your heart wasn't blooming literal roses at the words spilling from his pretty lips.
"Ugh how are you so perfect." You hid your face in your book, releasing a faux groan of annoyance that was muffled by the pages. "I genuinely feel like I crafted you in a machine sometimes."
He laughed at that, shaking his head at your ridiculousness. "If that’s the case I don't know why you made me 5'8."
You gasped, feeling strangely scandalised. Even as a woman more on the taller side - 5'10 to be specific - you had never once thought of Wooyoung as short, not really. He was perfect in every way.
"You're perfect - don't be silly. Plus, I know you love feeling small around me so don't be that way." You poked his cheek with your finger teasingly as it began to redden from your words.
"Heyyy you can't just say that!" He whined, pouting again, and you couldn't help but giggle.
"Oh but I can, and I will until you believe it. You're perfect, pretty boy. Just the way you are." You sat back up again to press a quick kiss to his pink cheek. "Is the food ordered?"
He nodded, clearly glad to be away from your teasing comments. You giggled, suddenly excited as you leaned back down to re-immerse yourself in your book. Yeo-Yeo's genuinely had the best pasta on your side of the city, and every moment that passed without a bowl of chicken alfredo in front of you was proving to be a moment wasted.
The two of you once again lapsed into a comfortable silence, only occasionally interrupted by the flipping of your pages or the background noise TV show you two had put on at the start of the night and hadn't paid attention to since, until suddenly Wooyoung tapped your leg, making you jolt a little bit out of your self-induced stupor.
"Sorry baby, I'm off to collect the food - be back soon!" You removed your legs from his lap to allow him to stand, and smiled softly when he leaned down to kiss your forehead.
"I love you!" He called out as he put his shoes on near the door
You didn't notice until he was putting his jacket and airpods on that he had in fact left his phone on the arm of the couch.
You sat up to call for him. "Oh Wooyoungie wait you left your-" But alas the noise of the door closing cut you off, and you sighed. "Phone."
In the process of your sigh however you happened to come face to face with his very much on and very much open phone screen, and your eyes involuntarily widened.
"Huh…so this is what he wanted to tell me…sneaky baby…"
You knew this was most definitely a breach of his privacy but at the same time it wasn't like you were going to open up his messages or anything, you were just going to scroll through his already open tab.
At least that was what you told yourself as you scrolled breathlessly through the Amazon web page displaying hundreds of pretty pink collars. All clearly big enough for a human, and definitely pretty enough to adorn someone like Wooyoung.
You found yourself growing increasingly more worked up as you imagined what he would look like wearing one, either on his knees or tied down to our bed, all needy and pretty for you, or how he would sound if you yanked on it, having the leather pulled tight around his neck.
Would he whine for you?
Would he let you call him kitten?
Realising your throat was suddenly very dry you turned his phone off and went to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen, your mind reeling and your arousal now very evident as you took a few steadying breaths. The water cooled you down effectively but did nothing to dull the images flooding your brain, and a part of you knew you had to get it together before Wooyoung returned home with the food.
However just thinking about Wooyoung made you feel needy, and you silently cursed yourself for being so damn nosy.
One thing was for sure though - you were going to get that man a damn collar.
And it was going to be pretty.
And it was going to be pink.
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"Okay so before we get started I just wanted to have a quick discussion about the goals for this quarter. As I'm sure you all know I was recently made Managing Partner of KQ LLP and hence it is my responsibility to make sure the firm is heading in a positive direction. Does anyone have any questions before we begin?" You shuffled the papers you held in your hands into a more organised shape, fingers drumming lazily against said papers as you patiently awaited everyone to get ready for your presentation.
Presenting from home was less than ideal, but this meeting was impromptu to say the least - a spur of the moment decision made the day before by your secretary as a way to introduce yourself to your new team and to have them get to know you. You did wish she wouldn't have scheduled it during your transitionary period, but when needs must.
A small smile came to your lips as you recalled the pout on Wooyoung's face when you told him you would be busy for most of the day - but it fell when you remembered why he was so pouty. He had had the whole day planned out, as it was one of the few days he didn't have a class at the dance school he taught at, filled with both of your favourite things. You swore you would find time for him later in the week, but he was busy for most of it - and you knew that once your job started on Monday and you were in the office full time your time spent together would be even less.
Not to mention you had your own plan for today - after coming back from the day's festivities you were going to surprise him with the pretty pink collar you had seen him eyeing on his phone a few days before…and then the rest…
Well let's just say you hadn't thought that far ahead.
To be honest a part of you was worried he wouldn't like the gift, or that he was just viewing it as a way to make fun of it (as nonsensical as that sounded, your boyfriend was far too unpredictable for it not to be a possibility.) and so you were at an impasse with yourself.
To gift or not to gift - that was the question.
However before you could dwell on your own dire sexual situation you were brought back from your thoughts by one of your team members, a Partner by the name of Choi Jongho, as he mentioned he was ready when you are. The rest of the team agreed and you cleared your throat, lacing your lips with your most winning smile.
And so it began.
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4 hours.
You had been on that damn call for 4 hours.
And Wooyoung was less than happy.
Especially every time he heard you laugh at something one of your coworkers had said, or started speaking about something even more irrelevant. Surely you were just pushing his buttons at that point? Surely you knew that you had stopped your presentation at least 2 hours, 14 minutes and 35 seconds ago? Not that he was counting.
Surely you knew that within the 4 hours he had to hear you laugh, sigh, and talk casually to your coworkers he could have made you laugh at least 50 times more doing something you enjoyed 50 times more?
And he knew - he knew you had specifically told him not to bother you whilst you worked. He knew how important this call was for you. And yet…he decided he didn't fucking care.
After hearing one more giggle echo through the wall that separated your office and your bedroom, he decided he had had enough. With the stealth of a feline he made his way to your office, not even bothering to knock as he opened and closed the door behind him, glad that your desk was against the right wall so he wasn't in frame.
You looked, in Wooyoung's own words, absolutely fucking divine. You always did but there was something about you in a suit that made him weak in the knees. Especially when you coupled it with the messy yet put together half up-half down look you were sporting. And as he got a little closer he noticed you were wearing red fucking lipstick. As if he wasn't already insane enough.
If he was doubting his plan of attack before, he most definitely wasn't anymore - you looked too good, and the fact that your coworkers were getting to see you looking like that more than him was slowly but surely driving him up the wall.
Once again demonstrating incredible stealth abilities, he slowly approached your desk before dropping to his knees and crawling beneath it, finally catching your attention that moments before was latched to your PC screen. You flinched, but managed to regain your composure within a second as you felt him place his chin upon your crossed legs.
Fighting the urge to look down at his pretty face, you simply moved your hand to his silky hair, holding your breath when you felt him shudder against you and press a kiss to your knee over your suit trousers.
"Hm- what was that Hongjoong?" You asked after a silence that lasted a beat too long, realising you were still an active part of the conversation. Your coworker merely smiled and repeated his question - which just so happened to be what your plans were for the rest of the afternoon.
"Oh uh- yet to be decided," You smiled as your hand continued to stroke through Wooyoung's hair, scratching a little at his scalp which caused him to hum pleasantly against you - you swore you could feel his breath against the your skin even through the fabric. "Probably spend some time with my boyfriend, we were supposed to spend today together but this meeting took priority."
At this he huffed a little, bringing his hands to your knees to gently spread your legs, allowing him more access to you - and you stiffened slightly, tugging on his hair in a way that he was sure was a warning, but only served to wind him up more as he whined a little, nuzzling his cheek into your thigh.
At this point you were sure you looked flushed, if not a little flustered at your boyfriend's incessant display of neediness.
Hongjoong in the meantime was awaiting yet another answer from you, and you blinked as you realised you had missed yet another social queue - much to your boyfriend's entertainment.
"S-Sorry Hongjoong- my mind is getting away from me all of a sudden. Could you repeat that please?" You were really trying to ignore your boyfriend's increasingly bold ministrations but as his fingers came up to slowly unbutton your trousers you had to physically restrain yourself from moving your hips into his touch.
Hongjoong offered you that winning smile of his again - the one that you were sure had lead him to multiple successes in court as he reiterated his question to you.
"Oh- how is my boyfriend? He's uh-" You couldn't help but look down this time, and your breath caught at what you saw. Your boyfriend kneeling between your legs, looking the very picture of neediness as he slowly began dragging your trousers down past your hips. And you were unable to stop him - too entranced even as you flicked your eyes back up to the screen and shuffled in your seat as a way to allow him to pull the trousers off fully. "He's great. Yeah. He's very good to me."
Wooyoung suppressed a whine at that, absolutely adoring how it felt to be praised by you even as he completely disobeyed you. To express his gratitude he began peppering kisses over your thigh, tracing his fingers in quick succession wherever his lips would plant themselves.
You knew your breathing was begin to quicken at his blatant worshipping of you, and you knew from the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach that you were getting wetter every moment, but you couldn't stop him - not without making a scene or having to end a call that could make or break your relationship with your employees.
So you held your tongue, and your breath, as you silently thanked the lord for the topic of conversation being finally redirected away from you.
Suddenly, your boyfriend's kisses turned to open mouthed hickeys mere inches away from your clothed core, and your hands tightened in his hair, a gasp catching in your throat as you fought every urge to watch him worship you.
And then it struck you.
This wasn't just a random display of neediness from you being away from him for so long - although that may have been one of the factors - this was a blatant display of him trying to get back at you for doing your damn job. You don't know how it took you this long to realise but as he licked over the seam of your underwear you felt ready to explode. You gently took one of your feet to his chest to push him away from you, and he went willingly, but not without a breathy whine that you were sure could be picked up by your state of the art headset.
Shooting your coworkers a polite smile through your webcam, you mentioned how you were feeling kind of ill all of a sudden, and being the understanding coworkers that they are they nodded and agreed to catch up properly on Monday. You nodded back and uttered your goodbyes before hanging up the call - and your face immediately changed. Twisted, even, into that stern one that made Wooyoung insanely fucking weak.
"Get up." You pushed your chair away from the desk to allow him enough room to crawl out and stand between your legs. Your very much bare legs, where your underwear was barely covered by the white buttoned shirt and black blazer you had on. Wooyoung swallowed thickly as he dragged his eyes from your legs to your eyes, anticipation rising within him. "What exactly were you trying to accomplish there, pretty?"
He fought the urge to squirm at your nickname for him, opting instead to go for the brattier route - because of course he would.
"Isn't it obvious? I wanted your attention - and now I have it."
You poked your tongue into your cheek as you pondered his words, your voice still dangerously level. "That's awfully selfish of you Wooyoungie - are you not going to say sorry? You made me have to leave a very important call."
At this he rolled his eyes. Fucking rolled his eyes. Right in front of you. "Oh please it stopped being important ages ago and you know it."
"Excuse me?" You were in disbelief. Yes Wooyoung had a tendency to be a bit of a brat, a pillow princess in the best way, but never like this. Never so blatantly disrespectful of you to the point you saw red.
"You heard me. You rehearsed your presentation to me last night and it was barely more than 2 hours, and you've been cooped up in here for 4! It's not fair!" The whiny tone of his voice caught your attention, and you suddenly remembered how fucking turned on the both of you were. Subconsciously your eyes darted down to the bulge in his sweatpants before travelling their way back up to his gaze. You knew how much he got off on the taste of you but fuck- this level of desperation was new (and fuck did it look good on him…)
"And you thought the best way to get my attention was to try and eat me out whilst I was on camera?" You punctuated your words by spreading your legs a little more, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Wooyoung who was suddenly hyper aware of how close you were to his erection.
"Well it worked didn't it?" He commented cheekily, his eyes dark as he stared directly at the apex of your thighs.
A fire began to build deep within your brain, growing brighter and burning hotter with every moment that passed between you following his words. It wasn't anger though it was close…it was just a sudden urge to tame him. To ruin him. And a wicked plan began to take shape behind the flames flickering in your irises. A plan that involved a certain pretty boy, and a certain pretty pink collar.
"Wooyoung look at me." Your sudden stern tone was enough to make him immediately comply with your order, and he couldn't stop himself from biting his lip a little in anticipation as he met your incredibly dark gaze. "I want you to listen to me very carefully. Can you do that?"
He smirked a little, wanting to see how many buttons he needed to push on you to make you explode. "I'll try."
You looked up at him with a smirk that mirrored his own. "Trust me it will be far better for you if you do."
Maybe it was the ominous nature of your words, or the way that he could tell you meant everything you said, but he found himself nodding. "…I'll listen."
"Good boy. Get on your knees." He froze for a moment, his body unsure of how to react to this somewhat foreign situation. You had been stern with him before, yes. You had even tied him up and marked him up a little, but you had never been like this. Never as commanding as this. Never to the point he felt himself shudder just from meeting your eyes. It thrilled him.
You clicked your tongue as he failed to follow your order in proper time. "Now."
He basically collapsed to the ground between your legs, keeping his hands together in his lap. You smiled a little, combing a hand through his hair and biting your lip at the way he instantly leaned into your touch. "There that wasn't so hard." You teased, and he felt himself flush, the hint of mocking humiliation in your voice making his cock yearn for more attention.
"Now I want you to do a couple things for me." Your hand moved from his hair to take his chin between your thumb and forefinger, tilting his head up to make sure he truly grasped what you said next. "I want you to go to our bedroom and strip, and lie down on the bed all pretty for me - can you do that?" You tilted your head to the side as he nodded slowly, as if in the beginnings of a daze. You smiled, but he had to know that wasn't enough so you teased his bottom lip with your thumb, pulling it down and letting it go back into its place as you whispered to him. "Use your words."
"Yes I can." He was dizzy, breathless, and impossibly fucking hard. Everything about the scenario he had found himself in was proving it to be the most incredibly hot thing that had ever happened to him ever and he didn't know how to compute it. From the way you looked, the way you spoke, to the way you were treating him -everything was all so fucking sexy.
"Good boy, go on. And be quick." You let go of his chin and he took that as a sign to leave, and he almost fell over his own feet in his attempt to exit your office, his knees far too weak.
You bit your lip, your desire to ruin him only growing as this played out. You waited for what felt like an eternity to join him, (but in reality was no more than 60 seconds) and couldn't help the low hum of approval that left your lips at the sight of him.
He had listened very well. Very fucking well indeed.
His head was nestled against the pillows, and you were suddenly very glad of the fact you had chosen pink sheets because Jesus Christ the subtle glow of the colour against his honey-skin looked angelically sinful, and the way his black hair sprawled out beneath him in a dark sort of halo made you want to jump his bones.
But you couldn't. Not yet.
Not until he learned his fucking lesson.
Your eyes were shameless as they raked up and down his body, and your steps were filled with purpose. Wooyoung found himself struggling to think at the mere sight of you.
"You're so pretty when you listen to me baby." You brought a hand to his chin and grabbed it gently, eyes on his as you used your other hand to draw a slow line up his cock all the way to his tip with your finger. "And look at this…" You moved your finger back down in the same path, this time watching the movement. A sort of choked moan caught in his throat as he attempted to chase the minimal friction you were providing when you moved your finger up once more. "Tell me pretty, is this from being obedient or from being disobedient?" You applied a hint of pressure over his slit with your finger, gathering the pearl of precum that had gathered there from your ministrations.
"Its just because of you." He found himself saying without much thought - but it was true. You were the sexiest woman he had ever seen in his life, and he was sure you were about to ruin him for anyone else if you kept up your act of dominance.
You hummed, pleased, before you began to loosen your tie from around your neck. "Good answer."
The motion made Wooyoung's mind a little woozy, and he had to blink a few times to come back to reality as he asked. "Wh-what are you gonna do with that?"
"I'm gonna tie you up of course." You put the now loosened tie between your teeth and took both of his wrists in your hands. Pushing them up against the headboard you released your hold on them with one of your hands to retrieve the tie from your mouth. Meeting his gaze momentarily you tilted your head. "Colour?"
"Green- you're just never normally this-" His eyes couldn't help but peek down the gap in your shirt as you leaned over him to tie his hands to the headboard, and his tongue absent mindedly darted out of his mouth to wet his lips at the sight of your cleavage so close to him. "Forward-"
"Well you're never normally this bratty." You shrugged, and your boyfriend became suddenly reminded as to what you were wearing. At this point it was just the white dress shirt you had adorned for your meeting, and something about that drove him insane.
"Sometimes you have to go to certain extremes to get what you want." Wooyoung took you in, admiration and love and lust all colliding within the smoky black of his eyes as they wandered. And then you started unbuttoning your shirt, revealing the matching black bra you were wearing, and he could've moaned.
"Is this what you want?" You asked teasingly, turning around in a circle for him to get to fully appreciate the way your underwear hugged you in all the best places.
"Fuck yes." Wooyoung uttered, slightly breathless, voice dripping with need.
"Well surely you know, pretty, that only good boys get what they want. Insufferable brats such as you need to be punished." You gently tapped his nose, to which he scrunched his face up cutely.
"Is that what this is supposed to be? A punishment?" He tried his best to sound unaffected, but his voice was shaky.
You all but shook your head, biting your lip to suppress a giggle as you trailed a finger down the middle of his abs. "Oh no, I haven't even started yet."
"You- You haven't?" Wooyoung's eyes were fixed on your finger, on the way you were teasing him, and he bit back a whimper at how you were intentionally ignoring where he needed your touch the most.
"What did I tell you about disturbing me when I'm working, pretty boy?" Your hand splayed out across his abs, slowly making its way up from his vline to his chest.
A sudden irritation bubbled within him and he pulled a little on his restraints. "Funny you should ask, I can't recall- oh f-fuck-" His back arched his chest into your touch as you lightly flicked his nipple with your finger, and a disappointed look placed itself on your face - a direct contrast to the needy one on his.
"Try." You spoke lowly. "Or else you'll be spending the rest of the night like this without cumming. Do you want that, pretty?"
"I've endured worser fates." He bit back, although regretted it immediately when he saw the way your eyes darkened.
"Is that so?"
"Mhm, you can't surprise me anymore." He doubled down, even though the last thing he was feeling in this situation was cockiness.
"Oh but that's where you're wrong Wooyoungie. I happen to know a dirty little secret of yours…" The next look on your face left him a little dizzy. It was pure wickedness. From the way you smiled with your tongue poking through your teeth, to the way you tilted your head like you knew something he didn't.
His heart began to beat a bit faster.
"Wh-what's that?"
"Consider it a gift." You whispered, reaching into your bedside table drawer to pull out the present box you had hidden in there. Once you opened it, Wooyoung felt like he had died and went to heaven. "You're not sneaky, kitten. Try not leaving your phone open on the couch next time."
"I- fuck- wh-" His eyes darted around every inch of the collar dangling in front of his face, as if he couldn't believe it was real. He couldn't even feel embarrassed, he was too turned on. You watched his reaction, delighting in the way his cock seemed to leak twice as much precum from the mere prospect of wearing it. You loosened it, holding it up to his neck as you carefully watched his face for any trace of rejection.
"Colour?" You asked for clarification.
His eyes darted between your beautiful face and the beautiful collar, before he breathlessly whined. "G-Green-"
"That's a good kitty." You purred as you secured the collar around his neck, tugging on it a little bit to make sure it was breathable before you pulled away again. He was audibly moaning at your words now, the collar clearly trigggering something within him not even he had been privy to before. "Now I'm going to ask you again…what did I tell you about disturbing me when I'm working, pretty?"
He swallowed, his mind growing more dazed by the second as he stumbled over his sentence. "Y-You said the call was important and that I shouldn't interrupt you unless it was an emergency…"
"Mhm…and you considered your neediness a an emergency?" You quirked an eyebrow at him, this time drumming your fingers over the flesh of his inner thigh, making his cock twitch.
"Y-Yes. You were gone for so long and I was just so bored and I wanted you-"
"But you couldn't have me. Did that make you mad, kitty?" You dug your nails in a little into the flesh of his thigh. Not hard enough to mark, but hard enough to sting a little.
"Y-Yes…I- fuck I just needed you so bad." He whined, bucking his hips up a little as if your hand was wrapped around his cock and not merely tapping on his thigh.
"Such a desperate kitten…With a pretty collar to match." You cooed, and he felt like he could cry. He was already feeling so much and you had barely even fucking touched him. At this point he didn't know if he'd be able to fuck you for more than 30 seconds before needing to cum - he was so on edge already, and when you gently tugged on his collar he had to suppress an obnoxiously loud moan. "Its not too tight, right?"
"Could be tighter." He found himself say without hesitation. Sifting through his daze to continue pushing your buttons.
"What was that?" You began tracing his vline with your nail, scratching lightly.
"I said it could be tighter." He pouted, and you wondered for a moment how someone so slutty could look so cute.
"Where have your manners gone today, hm? Do you need me to fuck them back into you?" You punctuated your words with a light tap to his inner thigh, and he jolted a little.
"Please do." He wet his lips with his tongue, eagerness visible in his hungry gaze.
"Hmm…no." At that you pulled away from him entirely, going to lie next to him on the bed instead, close enough for him to touch if his hands weren't bound.
"How else am I going to learn?" He pouted at you again, his voice whiny, but you merely shrugged.
"By lying here tied up, all pretty for me, as I refuse to touch you until you beg for forgiveness. Got that?" You said the words so casually it was hard to imagine they were something completely fucking life-altering for Wooyoung. When you had said punishment he had imagined many things - maybe edging him, even overstimulation, but this? Forbidding him from touching you completely? That was a unique and incredibly targeted form of torture.
In a display of his displeasure he snapped. "I stopped listening after you said beg."
You poked your tongue into your cheek again, your red lipstick still perfectly pristine - an unintentional reminder he hadn't even kissed you yet.
"You wanna play that way? Really?"
Wooyoung shivered, your gaze was harsh and uncaring - it was a look he wasn't used to. But fuck he wasn't complaining.
"Y-yes." He spoke unconfidently, but it seemed that was enough to tip you over the edge.
Wooyoung watched the next seconds unfold as if they were hours.
You unclipped your bra, lifted your hips to slide your underwear off, and suddenly brought two of your fingers to his lips - fingers that he accepted greedily. He didn't even have enough time to admire your naked form, his eyes fell closed almost immediately at the sensation of you breaching him that way. The wet warmth of his tongue swirled around your digits in motions that reminded you very much of what he felt like between your legs, and a rush of heat shot straight to the apex of your thighs.
"That’s a good kitty." You licked your lips as you straddled one of his thighs, and the feeling of your wetness on his bare skin made him dizzy. "You remember your safe word?" He nodded, mumbling it to you as you took your now wet fingers from his mouth and brought them to your core, beginning to tease your clit as you rocked your hips against him. "Good kitty. Now watch me. And call me Mistress."
"Fuck- you- oh my god-" Wooyoung's brain felt numb as he watched you pleasure yourself on his thigh, and he suddenly regretted everything he had done thus far to get himself in this situation. He should have known you would have crafted the perfect punishment for him, and this was exactly that. Having you close enough to touch, whining and moaning for him the same way you would if you were fucking him properly, whilst he watched on helplessly unable to move.
It was evil.
But incredibly fucking hot.
He was so caught up in watching your controlled movements he forgot entirely about your request, so when your fingers hooked in his collar and tugged it, he couldn't suppress his moan.
"What did I say?" Your voice was low, almost like a rumble, and he could have sworn he could feel it in his bones.
"Fuck- okay Mistress…shit-" His eyes didn't know where to settle as they scanned your body, every inch of you equally as enticing.
"Mmh…" Your fingers began to speed up the circles on your clit, and a low moan fled your lips. "Its truly a shame I can't have your mouth on me right now…would feel so much better than my fingers…"
He decided he could come just from hearing you say that, and his hips bucked up into the air as tears began to pool in his eyes. The lack of stimulation was becoming too much, and the idea of being able to taste you was driving him crazy.
"Jesus fucking Christ Mistress- you- fuck- I- oh God-"
You giggled. Fucking giggled.
"Hm? Not so smart with your words now, are you Kitty?" You tugged on his collar again, coaxing a breathless groan from him that made you impossibly more turned on.
"You're being so- so mean to me-" He bucked his hips up again, and you cooed.
"Don't act like you don't deserve it. You know you deserve this. Acting all bratty like that." Your hips began to rock faster, your orgasm slowly building as his thigh flexed beneath you.
"I- I can't think-" He closed his eyes, desperately trying to ground himself as he felt you speed up.
"F-fuck- you look so fucking desperate, rutting into the air like that, what are you trying to achieve?" Your condescending voice made his cock twitch, and a single tear slid down his cheek.
"Relief- please I just want- fuck I want anything- I'll take anything Mistress-" He begged, and something seemed to switch within you at the knowledge you had finally broken him down.
"Oh yeah? Anything? You'll take whatever I give you? No complaints?" Your fingers moved from your clit to your folds and you bit your lip at the feeling of your own digits coaxing you to your climax. His eyes opened at that moment and he nodded, the prospect of you touching him making the torture seem more than worth it.
"Mhm, mhm yes I promise anything you want just please- please Mistress!" A few more tears fell from his eyes and you were quick to wipe them from his cheeks with your free hand.
"What are you begging for, kitten? I thought you turned your nose up at begging?" You cooed at him, your voice far breathier than before as your orgasm kept building.
"I- I'm begging for forgiveness- shit I'm so sorry I promise I'll be good for you from now on I swear!" He pulled on his restraints again, but this time the movement was fuelled by desperation instead of disobedience.
"Shit- I'm close, kitty, can you- fuck- can you tell? I bet you- shit- I bet you wish these were your fingers huh? Or your cock?" Your free hand traced the collar around his neck and he whimpered.
"Please please please I- I can't take this it's too much-" He shut his eyes tight, unable to watch you fuck yourself on your fingers for fear of coming untouched. He was sure his pride would never recover.
"You wanna fuck me kitten? You wanna fill me up?" You lowered yourself so your lips were against his ear, and your bare breasts brushed against his chest. He whimpered again, no longer capable of making any other sounds it seemed.
"Y-yes I- fuck I want that so bad Mistress-" He nodded helplessly, so incredibly eager for you. With his wet eyes, flushed face, and pouty lips - he was absolutely fucking breathtaking.
"Fuck- I'm so close- see what I can do even without you? Feels so good-" You knew you had struck a nerve there as he bit his lip through a whimper, and the sight of him writhing like that beneath you proved to be your undoing as you came with a high pitched mewl, your release coating your fingers and some dripping onto his thigh.
"Mistress...holy shit-" His jaw dropped, eyes focused intently on your core as you drew your fingers from yourself, and the sight of your digits glistening with your release made his cock twitch for the nth time that night.
"Fuck-" You breathed out as you brought your fingers to his mouth once more. "Keep those pretty lips open for me." You sighed with approval as he accepted them eagerly, groaning at your taste as his tongue worshipped you once more.
"Mmph-" He tried to speak, and you drew your now clean fingers from his mouth.
"Hm? What was that?"
"P-Please-" He whined, and you smiled.
"Please, what?"
His breathing began to quicken once more.
"Please Mistress-"
"What are you asking for, kitty? I'm not a mind reader." You gently brushed your finger over his collar, admiring him. "Use your words."
"Please touch me." He managed to breathe out.
"You want me to touch you?" You tilted your head in faux confusion, and he nodded.
"Mhm, p-please I- I need you so bad." His eyes moved from yours to look at his cock for a moment. This was easily the hardest he had ever been in his fucking life and you were still teasing him.
"You're an awfully eager kitty - what's gotten into you?" You teased, lightly pinching his cheek.
"I- I just-" He blushed suddenly. "Fuck I wasn't expecting any of this Mistress-"
"Hm...but I think you were. I think you knew exactly what you were doing leaving your phone open for me to see all the pretty pink collars you were looking at…" You punctuated your sentence with a gentle tug on the collar, and his hips bucked. You ignored the display of desperation, trying to remain focused. "Tell me, kitty, why are you lying?"
His eyes became wide with worry suddenly.
"I- I'm not lying Mistress I swear I- I genuinely wasn't expecting it I- I didn't think you'd actually buy one- and having to watch you touch yourself- fuck its too much-" A few more tears fell from his eyes and you wiped them away.
"Do you doubt my willingness to try new things?" Your thumb remained tracing soothing motions on his face.
"N-No! Of course not I- It- It was just embarrassing…" He was bright pink now, almost a direct replica of the collar's colour. It was like it was made for him to wear.
"Poor kitty, are you less embarrassed now? Now that you know I want to own you this way?" You tugged the collar again, placing a kiss underneath his jaw.
"F-Fuck-"
"Words, kitten." You tugged again.
"Yes I- fuck I love feeling owned by you." He said it with so much confidence that it made you a little breathless.
"Is that also why you teased me earlier? Even when I told you not to? So I would have you this way?"
He whined a little at how easy it was for you to read him, and the gorgeously wicked smile on your lips. "M-Mistress please-"
"Answer the question kitten." You lightly bit on his earlobe and he shuddered.
"Yes…fuck-" The admission made him feel like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he was glad he no longer had to hide this side of himself.
"Tell me Kitty...do you think you deserve to have things your way after that display of disobedience?" You raised an eyebrow at him.
He mewled, the sound high pitched and desperate. "I- I'm sorry Mistress I- I just needed you so bad-"
"Excuses are futile kitty, you should know this, now actually answer the question." You lightly pinched his nipple as a warning, and he jolted with a moan.
"I-"
"What? Having trouble speaking all of a sudden? What a shame…" You pouted in mock concern.
"I- I know I don't deserve your attention but p-please. I'll do anything for you. Anything you want just please touch me."
You decided you loved him like this. Perfectly pliant and willing to please you by any means necessary. He also looked exceptionally gorgeous when he begged for you, and every time your name rolled from his tongue like a prayer you could feel your once iron-will resolve break down.
"You're so pretty when you beg kitty. Can I hear more?" Your hand stroked through his hair as you readjusted yourself on his lap, properly straddling his lap and sitting a mere 2 inches away from his aching cock.
"Mistress please- please I- I can't take it anymore. I'll be good for you now. I swear I'll be a- I'll be a good kitty for you just please touch me." He was running his mouth now, and fuck it turned you on.
"Oh yeah? You wanna be my good kitty?" You gently raised yourself so the head of his cock would drag across your dripping cunt, and he let out an incredibly long groan of your name.
"Please…" His wet eyes looking up at you through his long eyelashes proved to be your undoing as you finally conceded.
"How about this…" You gently began to rake your hands up and down his chest, your fingers paying extra special attention on his nipples as you spoke. "You let me use you like the pretty toy you are…and if I can make myself come…I'll let you come as well. Does that sound good to you?"
"Y-Yes fuck yes I'll take anything you give me Mistress I swear." He honestly just needed to feel your perfect cunt wrapped around him, he was sure it would alter his brain chemistry after all of the fucking teasing you had subjected him to.
And it turned out he was right as you finally began to sink down on him, one hand on his collar and another on his chest. His mind went blank for a moment, unable to comprehend literally anything as your warm wetness enveloped his cock to the hilt in a mere 10 seconds, your previous orgasm providing more than enough preparation to take him.
"Oh fuck- jesus- christ- holy shit-" He suppressed the urge to buck his hips up into you, his eyes rolling back as you squeezed around him. "S-so tight-"
You tutted, and his eyes fluttered back open quick enough to see your fingers prodding at his lips again, requesting entrance. "Remember pretty, toys don't talk back."
"Mhm-" He nodded as he accepted your fingers into his mouth once more, and you grinned as you felt the vibrations of his moans around your digits.
The sounds he was making encouraged you to begin riding him in earnest, moaning with him in unison as you managed to find the perfect angle for him to brush your gspot.
Breathless, you took the time to admire him. The way his cheeks hollowed out as he sucked on your fingers, the way his eyes rolled back every time you hit the back of his throat, and the way he moaned when your pussy clamped around him.
"You look so much prettier like this kitty," You couldnt help but say. "So much more gorgeous when you're good for me. Writhing beneath me like you can't fucking control yourself. You need me that much, huh?" You removed your fingers from his mouth, encouraging him to respond.
"Y-Yes- fuck I'll always need you, always want you-" He moaned, high pitched and needy as he kept himself still, allowing you to use him as you please.
"Yeah? Always?" You couldn't help the way your eyes flashed with a possessive glint at his words.
"Mhm, any way you want me you can have me- fuck- anything you want- I'll give you." He was so far gone, so lost to the pleasure you were giving him that he felt almost floaty. It was a new feeling, but a welcome one.
You groaned at the submission lacing his words, your hips speeding up. "F-fuck kitten you make me want to ruin you when you talk like that."
"So ruin me."
You met his gaze almost as soon as the words left his lips, your eyes dark as they moved to his lips. "Ask nicely- fuck- ask nicely and I'll consider it-"
"P-Please Mistress, please wreck me- I- I need you to remind me who I belong to-" He couldn't even finish his sentence, your lips were on his for the first time that night in a hungry kiss of tongues and teeth, and he whimpered into your mouth.
"M-Mistress I-" He moaned as you lightly scratched down his chest, your tongue licking against his own in a way that made him feel ready to burst.
"Look in the mirror, pretty." You encouraged him to turn his head to the vanity mirror, and albeit a little confused he complied. You grinned, a little lust drunk as you watched him take in the fact your lipstick had stained his lips, and you whispered into his ear lowly. "Youre all mine."
"F-fuck-" He gasped as you tugged him by the collar to bring his lips to yours again, and when you moaned directly into his mouth he couldn't help the way he begged for you. "P-Please- I- I'm so close, please let me help you come I- fuck I need it so bad-"
"Don't worry pretty, you'll get what you want, I'm so close just watching you fall apart like this for me-" You cooed, kissing along his jaw again and teasing his nipple with your finger. "Do you wanna fuck me now?"
He nodded, feeling like Lady Luck herself had bestowed him a gift at the mere prospect of being able to finally fuck himself into you like he longed to do. "P-Please Mistress I'll fuck you so good I promise- you know I will, please!"
Your resolve finally crumbled, and you pulled on the knot you had made with your tie that was keeping his hands away from you. Throwing the fabric away from the bed you brought his now freed hands to your waist. "Okay kitty, fuck me good, make me come."
He didn't have to be told twice. Being a dancer had provided him with many talents, but by far the one he was most proud of was his stamina, and he made good use of that energy in moments like this.
His hips met yours, and the angle plus the impact meant that your orgasm was closer than ever before. And then his hand slipped to your clit, teasing it with ease due to the bud being already slick with your release.
You moaned into his mouth. It was all so much, and you felt your second climax of the night wash over you almost immediately.
"Sh-shit Wooyoungie- that’s my good boy, such a fucking good kitten, you're making me come- fuck- I love you so fucking much-"
He helped you ride out your orgasm with a whimper, your pussy was so fucking tight around him it made him dizzy, and he knew all it would take was one word from you and he'd come.
"I love you too- Fuck can- can I come now? P-Please?" He pouted, trembling suddenly from holding himself back. You took pity on him, and nodded, your lips on his as you spoke and your fingers hooked in his collar.
"Mhm, come inside me pretty, fill me up."
"F-Fuck-" His hips stuttered once, twice, his rhythm immediately broken as he released inside you, and there was so fucking much he felt almost winded. His ehes rolled back as you squeezed around him, milking his cock for all it was worth, knowing that due to the amount of teasing you had subjected him to he was likely going to need a few moments to ride it out.
After he finished coating your walls, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, smiling at how pretty he looked when he was this fucked out. Sweat-shone, eyes barely open, flushed chest rising and falling with every deep breath that left his open mouth in small puffs.
"That’s my good boy." You pressed soft kisses all over his pretty face now, stroking a hand through his hair to scratch at his scalp. "Was that all okay for you?"
"That was perfect." He nuzzled into your touch as your hand moved to his jaw. "So fucking perfect. I love you so fucking much Jesus Christ."
"I love you too pretty, and I'm glad that was as good for you as it was for me." You smiled, finally rising off of his softening cock. He hissed a little at the sensitivity and you pouted at how cute he was, stroking your hand through his hair to comfort him. "Do you want me to run you a bath now or would you rather go straight to sleep?"
He hummed as if deep in thought, fighting to keep his eyes open. "A bath sounds nice." You nodded, your mouth fixed in a permanent adoring smile as you moved your hands to his neck to remove his collar, only to pull back when he raised his hand to stop you. "Wait- I- please can I keep it on? Just- just for the now?"
You could cry. He was too cute.
"Of course you can pretty." You leaned in to kiss him before sliding from the bed, picking up the robe that was draped over your vanity chair and slipping it on as you walked to the bathroom.
You drew the bath exactly how you knew he loved it. Plenty of pretty scented bubble baths, like rose and jasmine, with a vanilla candle on the windowsill.
Once you had him inside you slipped your robe back off to join him, sitting behind him in the tub so you could wash his hair a little easier.
"Thank you." He murmured to you as you massaged his vanilla scented shampoo into his scalp.
"You're welcome, pretty." You couldn't help but giggle as he seemed to get suddenly shy, the tips of his ears getting red. "Is this temperature okay, love?"
"More than okay…" He assured you, and you nodded, picking up the detachable shower head to start rinsing the shampoo out of his hair.
And it was then, at that moment, you felt the sudden urge to say something.
"Baby I…I know today was less than ideal and I'm sorry I spent so long on the call - I just lost track of time-"
Wooyoung giggled all of a sudden. "You more than made up for it princess I wouldn't worry too much."
"Trying to tell me to not worry is like trying to tell you not to talk, it goes against all the laws of nature." You joked, and he gasped in mock offence.
"Okay wow, that was unnecessary. True, but unnecessary."
You giggled, a loving smile on your lips, and the two of you fell into another comfortable silence that was only truly broken when you were towel-drying his hair back in the comfort of your bed.
"Thank you..." You jumped a little as he spoke and he laughed. "Sorry- I just wanted to thank you for...um..." He shyly gestured to his neck where the collar still sat proudly, and you giggled.
"You're welcome pretty boy." You began, admiring him as you finished drying his hair. "It really does suit you."
A flush crept up his neck and tinged his ears red too. "Baby you can't just say things like that…" He whined, and you laughed.
"Okay okay sorry… I know you're tired." You kissed him sweetly, your hands cupping his face. "But I do hope you know that if you decide to distract me from another work call with that pretty thing around your neck I may just lose the final shred of sanity I have left."
He raised an eyebrow at that, biting his lip, and you suddenly regretted saying anything at all.
"Consider that noted."