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Key let the last note from her guitar hang in the air between herself and the only audience in the room as a satisfied smile slid into place on her lips. The pick dangled from her fingers- her hold on it now loose as the song was done.
A heavy sigh of relief escaped her.
Her shoulders relaxed a little.
For an audition, Key was satisfied with her performance. The CEO had given her only one song to sing and Key had gone with a song that she had grown up with. It was something that she could easily memorize the chords to, and maybe even hum the tune in her sleep. The young girl had hit all the notes that she had been aiming for, and her fingers hadn't been frazzled by the nerves - everything had gone as perfectly as an audition should go.
However, it wasn't just about the song. Key had heard that Chan, the CEO, had taken a personal interest in her after watching her play in a small restaurant pub. Curious, Key had poked around, just to find out that Chan had a reputation of sleeping and flirting with her artists. Some of her friends were a little shocked, but Key didn't care- it only meant that she had a better shot of getting through the audition.
She had prepared for this aspect as well. Time went not only into her song and technique, but also her outfit and makeup. Key knew how to look good, and more importantly, she knew how to charm someone - it didn't matter if that someone was some big CEO.
The young girl was sure that she had it in the bag. It would be so simple. Chan would be completely smitten with her after this performance. Maybe it was the way she flicked her hair out of her face, or the way she strummed. Either way, Key was sure that something would hold Chan’s attention. Once the CEO fell in love with her, she could be signed to the label, and on her way to fulfilling her dreams of being a big star! Even better, if Chan really liked her, Key had heard that she tended to spend money on the girls she loved the most - nothing could be better than being a successful artist who had a rich CEO to spend money on them. All her dreams would come true! Key would be rich, babied, and able to pursue her music career-
“Thank you,” the CEO’s monotonous voice sliced through the silence of the auditorium. It was quickly followed with a click of a pen being capped. “You may leave now. If you made it, we will be in contact with you again.”
Key blinked.
Wait, what?
That was all?
The CEO started to rise, gathering the papers in front of her. When she realized that Key was still on the stool on the auditorium’s podium, she raised a brow.
A slight shudder went down the young girl's spine as they made eye contact.
With just one glance and a single quip of her brow, Chan managed to make Key feel small - even though she was the one sitting on an elevated platform. It was something about her presence and the way that the older CEO carried herself… The aura lingered even in her subtle moments. Chan was definitely someone who carried herself with pride and acted with power.
And she didn't seem to be used to someone who didn't obey.
“Is something wrong?” Chan asked. Her voice was the same as it had been throughout the entire audition process; short, clipped, and straight to the point.
The young girl frantically got to her feet, her guitar accidentally knocking against the stool in her hurry. Key could barely believe herself. She usually wasn't clumsy, but something about Chan’s eyes on her made her feel like she was falling apart.
There was only one thought in her mind: it didn't work?
Key’s fingers grabbed the leather strap of her guitar, feeling the familiar weight of the material against her fingertips. Chan turned away from her as the young girl made her way down the steps of the podium. Key’s mind was racing as her fingers fidgeted with the strap.
How did it not work? Key was so used to charming anyone and everyone she wanted. It didn't matter what she wore, or how she sang. She could have anyone kneeling before her in minutes, begging her to give them a chance. Yet… Chan was simply ending it and walking away. Key was bewildered - especially after she had heard that Chan asked for her personally because she was interested.
Had she lost interest in her during the audition? Had Key done something wrong?
“Sorry- Sorry, I… I thought…” Key muttered, walking up the aisle of the auditorium.
Her head was bowed low as she passed the standing CEO, yet she could still feel the prick on her neck of the older woman’s gaze as she passed. Key bit her lip as embarrassment flamed her cheeks. She was so sure it had worked- She looked so good today! Tears threatened to well up in her eyes, baffling Key as she walked. Hell, she wasn't used to getting rejected. It was all slamming into her at once.
There was a sound of a shoe scuffle behind her just as the young girl was about to reach for the door handle.
“You thought what?”
Key froze as Chan’s icy voice cut through the air.
She turned, head low and rapidly blinking the rising tears in her eyes. The CEO was still standing where she had been, in the front row of the auditorium. However, she was now facing Key with her arms crossed sternly across her chest.
The young girl struggled to speak.
“Nothing, really- I, uh, thanks! For your time!” Key forced a smile.
“You thought that I would want to fuck you?”
The older woman’s tone was direct and accusatory. Key’s jaw dropped as the cold, professional demeanor of Chan contrasted against the filthy language spilling from her lips- yet, she couldn't say anything back.
It was true.
Key had thought… that after all she had heard and all her time prepping herself… that Chan would continue to take an interest in her. She couldn't deny it.
The sound of firm heels walking up the stairs should have scared Key away, but she stood there, rooted to the floor in shame as Chan approached her.
Key, who was usually loud-mouthed and brazen, felt very small before the older woman. She didn’t know what it was, exactly. Was it the way that Chan was in a full suit with a blazer, towering over her, while Key was in a thin, fitting, white bodysuit and jeans? Key felt like a little bunny getting trapped by a top-tier predator. Her throat went dry even though it was completely fine less than a minute ago when she was singing for the CEO.
Her eyes darted up once to try and look at Chan, but even one moment of eye contact was too much. Key shifted her eyes down to Chan’s shoes instead.
What came next was a firm touch on her elbow. Key felt her muscles tense, but she didn't pull away.
Chan was strict. Her hold was just as commanding as her tone.
“It’s a yes or no question.”
The implication was clear: answer her. Key had to answer her. The girl squirmed on the spot, understanding that professionally, it wouldn't be good to admit that she had hoped for a night with her potential future boss- even if it was for the purpose of a music contract. At the same time, Key didn't want to lie. There was something in Chan’s piercing eyes and constant gaze that felt like it was already seeing right through her - and lying seemed useless.
“I- Yes.” Key’s tone was unusually meek and small.
The CEO smirked, like the answer was something that she already knew. Her hand dropped from the young girl’s elbow.
Key looked up as the older woman scoffed.
“Every single one of you is so predictable. So desperate to be fucked. It's so obvious; your clothes, your hair, your smiles,” Chan pointed out bluntly. “It's pathetic.”
Key’s jaw tightened.
The anger slipped out before she could control it.
“Excuse me?” the young girl gasped, gripping her guitar strap for dear life.
Chan’s eyes glimmered - the first change in the stone-cold exterior that she had for the duration of the audition. Was she… Was she getting excited that Key was getting riled up?
“Excused, little one.”
The way the pet name left Chan’s lips felt condescending and demeaning. Key felt her own anger rise. Her eyes glared at the older woman standing before her.
“I meet tons of girls like you. Promising, but bland under all that. Just throwing yourselves at me, hoping to be picked. It's sad, isn't it?” Chan muttered, her hands moving to rest on her hips.
Gosh, she sounded so pretentious right now. Key gripped the strap of her guitar tightly between her fingers with her teeth gritted. She had made a mistake. The hot, older CEO was nothing but a scumbag who looked down on the girls who dreamed of success under her company. Key should never have come; she shouldn't have wasted her time dolling up and hoping to charm someone like Chan. No music career was worth dealing with such an asshole.
Anger moved faster than logic. Logic told Key that she ought to just turn around and leave. The woman standing before her was renowned in the music industry and worth millions of dollars. She should ignore her scathing words. Instead, the childish anger took charge first.
Key reached for the paper in Chan’s hand - the audition form that she had handed to her when she first came into the auditorium.
The paper twisted in her hands, the sound of the rip sounding crisp and harsh in the charged auditorium-
Strong hands grabbed her wrists, forcing her to stop. Chan’s eyes glimmered right before hers, showing even more emotion now. Anger. Disbelief. The CEO’s eyes wavered a little as she held Key’s wrists locked in place, unable to rip the audition form any further. Like a child, Key struggled to rip her wrists free.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Chan snarled.
“Removing myself from the audition, what else does it look like? Asshole!” Key shouted back, continuing to attempt to twist her arms free. “Let go- Let go of me!”
With a yank, Key succeeded in pulling Chan towards her. The young girl hit the back of her knees against the edge of one of the arm rests. Key’s eyes widened as she flailed and tipped backwards.
The strong hands holding onto her wrists caught her deftly around her back. The guitar hanging behind Key’s back was the only casualty, the hollow wood knocking loudly into the seat. As though it was mocking them, the paper that Key had tried to rip floated through the air, landing safely by Chan's shoe.
“Let go of me,” Key insisted, though even the young girl was aware that the fight and bite in her tone had disappeared.
She was all too aware of the hands around her waist, holding her firmly in a way that Key knew that she wouldn't fall. Still leaning backwards, Chan’s face was too close now. Her eyes were looking directly into Key’s until the younger girl had to rip her own gaze away.
Despite how much of an asshole Chan was, it was clear that the CEO was objectively very attractive.
And it was making Key’s heart… beat just a little bit faster.
“You're interesting,” Chan murmured. “But hmm, as you wish.”
With a thump, Key was dropped into the chair, clumsily landing on her guitar, as Chan complied and let go of her. The young girl gasped. Her brain whirred from the shock that the CEO had really let go of her and that she was actually… attracted to this.
When was the last time someone had actually made her heart beat so fast? Key slept with people casually, be it for fun or for favors, but things were starting to get boring and repetitive. People flirted the same way and made the same jokes, and tried to use the same methods of domination. It was stale. Key was bored.
But Chan, on the other hand, was different.
She was older, firmer… stricter. Her hands, when they held onto Key, made her truly feel like she had no choice but to succumb to her power. It magnetized her in a masochistic way - Key wanted excitement and something new. Chan was the walking embodiment of that. An older woman who wanted to put Key in her place… that Key wanted to retaliate against.
Freeing her guitar from where it was strapped around her body, Key sat up in the chair, only to see that Chan was almost at the door.
“You’re leaving?”
Chan paused, barely looking over her shoulder.
“What does it look like, little one?”
That pet name again… Key couldn't help but feel her insides tighten upon hearing that once more. It was something about the way the CEO said it, the way the words rolled off her tongue.
Key didn't know what to do. Her instinct told her to taunt. That usually kept people from leaving, especially people who liked having the last word.
“That's all you got?” Key jeered, folding her arms across her chest. When she saw that Chan didn't move, she decided to carry on. “The rumors must be fake. You don't really have girls everywhere, do you? You're just talking big, but in reality, you're just an asshole that no one cares about-”
The switch was flipped in an instant.
Key didn't know what she had unleashed - she was just a young girl with a tongue sharper than most. When Chan turned around, Key only had time to gasp. Her brain was still processing what was happening as Chan pushed her into the chair on the last row, the arm rest pressing into her side. Her back was fully against the chair’s seat, one leg folded onto the chair while the other dangled to the floor. The CEO stood bent over her fallen figure with her legs in between Key’s. Her eyes were sharp and stared straight into the young girl’s soul.
Fierce. Strict. Clearly telling Key to behave. All it took was a glance.
“Girls like you never know when to stop pushing,” Chan growled, her voice dropping. “Look at you now. All silent. Shocked. Scared. The one talking big isn't me. It's you, little one.”
Key felt like she was going to combust from the way that their faces were merely an inch apart, suddenly very aware of the way the CEO’s hands were. One of Chan’s hands was on the seat’s backing, and the other was on the arm rest. Key was quite literally trapped beneath her, folded awkwardly into an auditorium seat like an accordion.
Chan’s aura was practically palpable. Her presence itself placed pressure on Key’s body, even when her hands weren't directly touching her. It made the young girl feel like a trapped prey animal, driven into a corner by a predator.
Maybe she should feel afraid.
However, Key couldn't ignore the twisting, sick desire in her insides.
Something in her wanted to push this CEO. How far could she go? How long would Chan’s patience last? What else would she do when she was mad? Most importantly… Was she even sexier when she was more pissed off?
“Ran out of words? I expected more bite from you,” Chan huffed, rolling her eyes like Key was wasting her time. “Do you still want it? Or are you so scared that you would rather I leave?”
“I…”
Gosh, Chan was so demanding in the hottest way. Key knew that she shouldn't, but at the same time, how could she say no when the meal was offering itself right in front of her?
Key nodded once, blinking eagerly at the predator hovering above her.
“Words, my dear.”
Key almost choked from the way the last two words dropped so casually from Chan’s mouth. She usually wasn't like this. Her tongue typically was faster than other people. It was something about Chan that suddenly made her think twice.
“Yes, yes p-please,” Key mumbled, already licking her lips.
The predator had permission to proceed.
Chan’s eyes darted down to her lips - Key didn't miss it. She didn't miss anything. Their gaze pulled back together, like magnets unable to hold back. For a moment, Key could hear nothing except the sound of her own roaring heartbeat in her ears.
Kiss me, that was all she had in her mind. Don't be a coward. Kiss me.
Key sucked in a small, uneven breath.
The CEO couldn't hold herself back anymore. With a quick lick of her lips, she descended on the cornered girl like an owl centering on a field mouse.
“Mm-” Key gasped, the noise getting swallowed by Chan.
When Chan’s lips first met Key’s, the crash was exactly how the younger girl had expected the CEO to kiss. Rough. Aggressive. Claiming. Her fingers dug into the plush seat of the auditorium as her mouth struggled to keep with Chan’s, feeling the older woman nip on her bottom lip before proceeding to lick into her mouth before Key could catch a breath.
Without thinking, Key’s body arched into the kiss. She had been craving something exciting for so long, and Chan was exactly what she wanted right now. Strong, firm, dominating, and someone who didn't fear to take whatever they wanted.
Chan’s hands adjusted - letting go of the chair to grab Key towards herself. Key felt a rush of heat as the CEO’s hand found the curve of her waist. Her body was still crushed against the seat, but the young girl didn't mind one bit.
All she could think about was Chan’s lips on her mouth, and her hands on her body.
Key didn't think - her hand reached up and curled into the lapel of the older woman’s blazer. She didn't care that the material felt expensive- and probably was- Key only wanted to pull her closer to herself.
The aggressive lips detached themselves from her immediately. A hand locked around Key’s wrist.
Key looked up from where she was still awkwardly folded into the seat, and saw Chan glaring from above.
“If there's one thing you need to learn fast is that touching is a privilege. Only good girls get to touch. Bratty, whiny girls like you don't,” Chan growled. “Unless you earn it.”
Her grip on Key’s wrist was firm, but this time, the younger girl didn't try to pry herself away. Even though she was caged between the seat and the CEO, Key wasn't a willing prey. Her wrist dangled limply from where Chan held her in place, as though she couldn't even be bothered to put strength into fighting back.
Key smirked. “Afraid that I'll ruin your pretty suit?”
A muscle ticked in Chan’s jaw - barely visible, but definitely there. Key noticed. She always noticed these things.
“Suits are replaceable, as are you.”
The CEO’s direct reply should have felt like a smack to the face, but Key wasn't taken aback. In fact, she only got more alert. Her brain was already working. She felt challenged - Chan wasn't like the other people who fell to her charms easily, but Key liked being challenged. She liked it exceptionally so when the person challenging her was a hot, commanding CEO.
It was sexy, what could she say? A girl like Key enjoyed irritating composed women like Chan. It was what she did best.
“I would like to think that I fuck better than them,” Key muttered, her voice low but just loud enough for the CEO to hear.
Key looked up at her through her lashes, blinking innocently. The blinks always worked. Other girls had said that Key’s puppy eyes were exceptionally powerful. In moments like this, Key had to pull out all her lovely, little tricks. Anything to hook this hot, older woman for herself - a signed music contract would be an added bonus.
“Confident,” Chan murmured, running her hand down Key’s face. “Dumb confidence.”
Her hand brushed down the side of Key’s cheek, knuckles first. The touch was gentle compared to everything that had happened moments before, as if Key wasn’t still in an awkward position with her back fully on the seat of this auditorium chair. Key nudged her face against her hand, keeping her eyes open and blinking slowly at Chan.
Chan’s hand turned, still slow, and her thumb brushed the top of Key’s lip.
Then, the lower lip. Chan’s eyes grew dark as she pressed down on Key’s plush lip, dragging it down slightly.
Key turned her face. The movement was small, but she knew that this might be the trump card. Her teeth nipped on Chan’s thumb, just a light nibble. Just enough… Just enough for Chan to inhale sharply. Just enough for that perfect composure to crack a little more.
“You…” Chan breathed, drawing her finger back.
Key batted those lashes again. “Me? What did I do?”
There was a beat of silence. The two girls looked at one another and the hairs on the back of Key’s neck rose from the tension. She knew it. That was the finishing move. A little nibble… A small taunt… It was enough to shake the composed CEO. Key was so excited that she felt like she was going to lose her mind. She couldn’t help but to wonder what it was going to be like to be under the CEO when she was fully enraged or after she had lost control - Key believed that it would be rough and aggressive, which only made the heat in her belly curl more.
Instead of doing anything, Chan stepped back.
It was like she realized that she was losing control. Chan chose to no longer engage. She reigned it all in and straightened up, brushing down her blazer and dress pants. The monster that looked like she had been moments from consuming Key whole completely disappeared in a flash. Her eyes were icy cold again and her features gave nothing away. Chan was no longer the aggressive, dominating older woman. She had returned to her professional, cold CEO persona.
The younger girl was caught off-guard from the sudden lack of contact, but quickly tried to sit up properly in the seat. She brushed her hair down.
“We’ll call you if you make it. Thank you,” Chan said coldly. The smile on her lips felt practiced; the emotion didn’t quite reach her eyes. Key didn’t know what to say as she adjusted herself in the chair she had fallen upon.
Chan didn’t say anything more before she gathered her fallen papers and started to leave. Her heels sounded fierce and distant as they clipped down the wooden aisle. Key sat a little straighter, watching the CEO walk away. Her body ached from the lack of touch, especially after she had come so close to finding the excitement that she had been searching for. She wanted to pull Chan back, but Key felt that doing that now would only cause the CEO to further distance herself from her.
“Will I… see you again?”
The door stayed open as Chan seemed to deliberate answering. Key waited. She needed to hear this. She wanted to know if she would be able to get this rush again. Chan had just left her, but her body was already craving for the older woman again.
Chan’s voice wasn’t as firm as it was earlier when she finally responded. “I think so.”
And with that, the door fell shut to the auditorium, and Key was left alone to pick herself back up. She brushed her own clothes down and picked up her guitar that she had placed down. When she reached the same doors that Chan had walked out of, the CEO was already out of sight. Key gripped the strap of her guitar tighter and tried not to let the disappointment fester within her lungs.
Key felt antsy even as she stood right outside the auditorium contemplating her next move.
Chan had left her alone after already fully arousing her.
Whatever…
Pushing her hair out of her face, Key walked to the nearest bus stop. She had to go to the nearest clubs or hit up her usual hookups. This outfit and makeup couldn’t go to waste. If Chan didn’t want to appreciate it today, then someone else would.
Fuck her.
*****
Key didn’t give the sleek, black car a second glance as she made her way back to her apartment.
Her breath smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. The skin on her neck was marked by a random woman that she had met from a hookup app. Key knew that her lips were swollen from the last hour of making out and having sex. All in all, she would determine that it was a productive night. Not the best hookup, but decent. Key was ready to go home and sleep the alcohol out of the system.
“Miss.”
The girl didn't stop walking.
A hand tapped her shoulder.
“Miss!”
“You're talking to me?” Key jumped, turning to find a lady dressed in a suit standing behind her with wire-rimmed glasses.
“Someone would like to speak to you,” the lady continued, gesturing to the waiting black car.
Key squinted at the vehicle. Yeah, no way in hell was she getting near that. The windows were tinted all the way; Key couldn't even attempt to see how many people were already in the car. She would be stupid to get in - it would be like she was willingly letting herself get kidnapped.
Raising a brow, Key turned her back on the lady.
“Miss, sorry, it's important,” the lady called after her, keeping up with her pace.
The younger girl sighed as she stopped in her tracks. The bespectacled lady almost bumped into her in her hurry. Key looked at the car again. Yup. Still looked suspicious as hell.
“Can you stop following me? It's kind of creepy. I'm just trying to go home,” Key pointed out. “If you keep following me, I'll get my boyfriend to come and fight you-”
“You have no boyfriend.”
Key froze as she heard the voice. The steadying calm, yet cold tone. There was only one place where she had heard it before.
She stepped to the side to look around the lady, and saw that the car’s backseat window had been wound down. A second lady with shoulder-length hair had her arm against the car door, leaning her head out of the opened window. Her eyes were the same - bored, but piercing. Key didn't need a second look to guess who it was.
Chan.
“Are you getting in or not?” the CEO called out, flipping her wrist to check her watch. “You're taking too long.”
Key forgot how much that tone annoyed her. Always condescending. Always sounding like Key was a waste of time. It might have been two months since the audition and the impromptu makeout session, but Chan clearly hadn't changed one bit.
“I'm taking too long? You haven't called me in two months. I thought you weren't interested anymore,” Key said, folding her arms across her chest. “I moved on.”
It was a lie. Key couldn't help herself - sometimes, as she lay awake at night, her mind automatically found itself back in the memory of the audition. She hated Chan and her attitude, but at the same time, yearned for her rough and aggressive nature. Even as Key lay beside her hookups, sometimes she missed Chan. As brief as their encounter was, it had lit up something fresh and exciting for Key.
However, she never got a call back. After a month of checking her phone, Chan’s company never reached out to Key again. She found herself pathetic. Key didn't need to wait on a random, older woman; she could go out and get with anyone else that she wanted. Music deals would always come again, she just had to keep working on herself.
Key tried to forget Chan. Never would she have expected the CEO to roll up in front of her apartment in the middle of the night.
“Get in. We have things to talk about,” Chan said curtly. “Don't make me wait.”
Well, then. Key wanted to piss her off. The CEO made her wait for so long, it would be stupid of her to just waltz right in on her command.
Turning on her heel, Key continued to walk towards her apartment.
She heard the lady in the suit gasp. There was the sound of the car door opening and closing furiously. Key grabbed her bag a little tighter and walked faster. Her hand reached for the buttons to tap her passcode in.
Someone else was faster. Their hand covered the buttons entirely.
“Brat, come with me.”
Key glared into Chan’s piercing eyes, meeting disapproval with her own heat of defiance. Was she sulking like a child? A little bit. However, Key couldn't care less. Chan kissed and made out with her, and then proceeded to avoid contacting her for two months. She felt that her reaction was valid.
“I'm going to scream if you don't let me go home,” Key countered.
The muscle in Chan’s jaw ticked. Her eyes narrowed.
The next thing Key knew, Chan’s hand was clamped against her mouth, holding her jaw closed. Her fingers, adorned with rings, dug into the hollows of her cheeks, as the older CEO wrestled Key away from the door. Key’s fingers dug at Chan’s hands and her feet tried to dig into the gravel, but it wasn't enough.
She tried to scream - it was muffled.
“Eileen, leave us. I will handle her,” Chan ordered the lady in the suit, who quickly scurried away.
Key was helpless against Chan’s hold, scrambling like a poor, trapped bunny as Chan basically walked her towards the waiting car. The hand around her mouth pressed tight. Her rings pushed into the skin of Key’s face.
The younger girl couldn't believe the audacity of this woman. She had threatened to scream - yes, that she had done - but she hadn't expected Chan to literally clamp her mouth shut and manhandle her into the car. Her legs kicked, but Chan handled her as if she was merely a minor inconvenience.
Chan’s hand reached over easily and opened the car door.
With a shove, Key was pushed into the backseat. She bounced on impact, her hands shooting out to steady herself before she rolled onto the car’s floor. Chan pushed her legs out of the way and sat down, slamming the car door shut behind them. The locks clicked shut immediately.
“What the fuck!” Key shouted. “What are you doing?”
“Offering you a contract-”
“By kidnapping me?” Key retorted, fingers touching her cheeks gingerly where Chan’s fingers and rings had dug into her skin. “Couldn't this have waited until morning? Or just send me an email?”
Chan didn't look fazed.
“I don't like to waste time. I want to sign you now, so I came,” Chan explained, reaching for a folder in the pocket of the backseat. “In fact… I already waited a while for you to finish your hookup… shenanigans.”
Key’s cheeks flamed as she realized that the CEO had been following her since much earlier on in the night. Had she seen her all over the other girl? Had the CEO witnessed how the other girl had given her hickeys all over her neck? How much had she seen?
“You're fucked up.”
“I'm not denying it. I'm fucked up,” Chan admitted casually, handing the folder over to her. “Sign?”
Key didn't even want to glance at the folder. It was too late at night. She didn't want to use her brain now to look over a ton of legal jargon. Her hand took it from the CEO, but she simply held onto it and didn't open it. Chan’s eyes followed it, noting the action, but didn't seem surprised.
“You're not looking at it?”
“Tomorrow.”
“You're… throwing a tantrum?” Chan asked, raising a brow.
Key pressed her back further into the car seat, refusing to answer.
For a while, the only thing that she could hear was the low hum of the car’s engine. Key stared out of the tinted window, adamant that she wasn't going to speak first. After a while, there was a heavy sigh, followed by the rustle of clothes as Chan shifted in the car seat beside her.
Her hand landed on Key’s thigh, giving it a small squeeze. Key tensed. A jolt of heat shot down her belly, right between her legs, even though she had just completed a round of hooking up less than an hour ago. The younger girl squeezed her eyes shut and cursed under her breath. She shouldn't be so weak against Chan’s simple advances.
“You must have missed me,” the CEO muttered.
“Don't flatter yourself,” Key bit back through gritted teeth.
The CEO didn't let go. Her hand rested on Key’s thigh as if it belonged there.
Chan smirked. “Look at your legs.”
Key glanced down. Her own thighs were pressing together in an instinctual need for more of Chan’s touch. As if she had been burned, Key jumped and separated them. Her cheeks flushed deeper. Of course her own body was betraying her.
“How much did you miss me and our little session?” Chan prodded, leaning closer. “Did you think about me?”
“No.” Lie. Instant lies.
Chan came nearer, her breath tickling Key’s neck lightly. Her hand on her thigh pressed a little harder, and slipped a little higher. The next words were sheer temptation.
“Last chance to pull away.”
The promise that it held drove Key’s insides clenching. She shuddered, taken aback by how reactive her own body was to Chan. The signals were clear. Even though she was a fucked up person, Key wanted her. It confused her system. Chan was a clear red flag in every sense, yet the danger seemed to draw Key closer.
Maybe Key was just as fucked up as her.
Chan smiled. “No chances left.”
The older woman surged forward, one hand catching Key by her jaw and pressing her head against the tinted window of the car. Key’s hands dug into the car seats, desperately needing something to hold on to as her lips got devoured by the CEO for a second time.
She remembered the rule. It stuck in her head. Key couldn't touch Chan. The last time she touched her, everything had paused. Key didn't want to ruin her second chance.
Even if it meant that the brat had to be a good girl.
Chan’s tongue pushed past Key’s lips, demanding entrance almost immediately. Claiming her lips clearly wasn't enough, Chan had to own the inside of the younger girl’s mouth as well. Her thumb brushed the sensitive soft skin of Key’s neck, already marked by someone else earlier on in the night. Key whined into her mouth, the skin there already sore and slightly stinging when touched.
The whine seemed to activate something more feral in Chan as her hands grabbed Key’s waist. In one rough motion, she pulled Key down from a sitting position in the backseat to a lying one. Key’s head almost thumped against the car door, but Chan was already there with one hand between the door and her head to protect her - somehow, in the madness, Chan was still in control.
“Whine again, brat, whine and let me hear how much you missed me,” Chan purred, her mouth dragging down the side of Key’s face as she spoke, making its way to her neck. “I want to hear you.”
Key tried to clamp her lips together, but as Chan’s fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt, she couldn't help herself.
“Mmph- I, I need- Fuck.” Key’s brain was already struggling to keep up and form words.
Chan’s lips didn't give her a chance to think. They ravaged over the skin on her neck, darkening the bruises there that were already left by someone else. Key’s hands twitched. She wanted to grab Chan by the hair to pull her away - Chan could kiss anywhere else, but the hickeys on her neck were fresh and hurt.
The rule hovered over her hazy mind. Key gritted her teeth together as her head tipped back. Her own body was confused by the pain and pleasure. A part of her wanted to give in, but the stinging pain blooming from her neck begged for relief.
“Hurts- It hurts-”
“I don't care,” Chan growled, pulling her lips away and grabbing Key’s chin. She angled her face to the side, examining the hickeys there that were now already a mix of Chan’s and the previous hookups’. Key whimpered against her touch, both keening into the commanding touch while feeling the pain of her mouth’s assault. Chan clicked her tongue in disapproval. “I don't like my things being marked by other people.”
Key rolled her eyes.
“You don't own me. I haven't signed anything.”
“That's why I'm allowing it this once. But,” Chan's face lowered again, the tip of her nose brushing over Key’s neck and collarbones, “I'll be doing my best to cover it all, so that when you look in the mirror tomorrow…”
Key couldn't help the startled gasp and moan that slipped from her as the CEO’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin.
“You'll only see me.”