I’ve never been pursued by someone that I wanted, someone that I chose. I’m…overwhelmed.
Thinking fast, I duck into an empty conference hall, rows of chairs cluttering the space, but the stage is empty and there’s no sign that the room was being used before the evacuation.
The alarm abruptly cuts off, leaving my ears ringing. The sudden silence spikes my adrenaline impossibly higher and I pick up speed, running towards the stage. Right as I hear Young-gi enter the room behind me, I see what I’m searching for: an employee door off to the side–a backstage area.
I burst into it, thanking my luck that it’s unlocked, only to realize I’ve made a mistake. The backstage area is dark, cluttered with presentation equipment, extra chairs, podiums, concrete pillars reaching to the high ceiling, and other shadows I can’t make out. There is no red exit sign, no other way in or out, and Young-gi is too close behind me to reverse course.
Heart pounding, I throw myself forward into the dark and dart behind some stacks of chairs. Just as I settle into my hiding place, Young-gi comes in behind me. He pauses, and I listen to his harsh breathing. I can see his shadow on the floor in the rectangle of light from the open door.
“Uh-oh,” he says, teasing and almost cruel. “Looks like someone came into a room with only one exit.”
The door slowly shuts, closing us in the darkness together. My mouth drops open as I pant, trying to quiet my breathing. I tense when I hear a metallic crash. Needing to know what he’s doing, I risk a quick peek.
Young-gi shoves a music stand across the door and through the handle, barring it shut. He yanks on it to test it; I can barely see him in the faint red light of the single exit sign above his head. He makes a satisfied noise when he sees that the door isn’t budging, and I’d need to pull the bar out in order to open it.
“I’m taking inspiration from you,” he calls, turning back around to scan the darkness.
I yank myself back into hiding. He’s trapped us in here, trapped me in here.
“That was clever, with the doorknob upstairs,” he continues, prowling deeper into the room.
I’m trapped here. He’s going to catch me. I’m going to lose.
And I…I…loveit.
Now that I’m not running, my dick is getting excited and I almost groan. My legs shift restlessly, my cock aches as it presses against my briefs. Why is this so fucking hot? Why am I so turned on? Shame is throwing pebbles at me, trying to get my attention, but this is all so overwhelming that I can’t focus on that. I’m living in the moment, brutally present and aware, and it’s fucking exhilarating.
Crawling as quietly as I can, I slink further into the darkness, carefully maneuvering between stacks of chairs.
He’s walking soft-footed, moving slowly, trying to pinpoint my location. I fall still, trying not to give myself away.
“When I catch you,” he suddenly speaks, low and menacing, “I’m going to fuck you.”
I put a hand over my mouth to stifle my gasp.
“I’m going to give my good boy exactly what he wants.” His deep voice echoes and bounces around, making it hard to know where he is. “Because he deserves to feel good. He deserves everything.”
I shake my head silently, my cheeks wet under my hand, and blink more tears away. Why am I crying? Such a fucking baby–
“I’m going to explore you, take my time with you,” he promises, sounding closer. “Make you feel good. I’m going to find out everything, every way to touch you. But first…”
Holding my breath, I wait for the rest.
“First, I’m going to spank you. Not to punish you, just to make sure you remember this test I passed. To keep you sore enough to behave, just like you like it. Isn’t that right?”
I’m breathing too hard. Surely he can hear me? I try to crawl backward, trying to put more distance between us, and that is a fatal mistake. I bump into a chair that screeches along the floor.
Fuck!
Immediately, we both burst into motion. I jump out of hiding like a rabbit from a burrow, and run for the door.
I get my hands on the music stand, but before I can pull it out, his arms appear from the darkness behind me, pale in the red light haloing us, and grab me around the middle. A small scream rips from me as I’m yanked backward, unable to help it. I grip the door hard, overwhelmed by the experience of being caught, torn between really fighting or giving in already. But he’s stronger than me, pulls me back, and the door handle slips from my desperate grip.
“Shit!” I arch my back, try to slow us down, but my socks skid on the smooth floor and offer no resistance.
He drags me away from my escape route, back into the dark. I thrash in his arms, testing his hold, but he has me. With a swift movement, he swings me around and pushes me against one of the concrete pillars that soar to the ceiling. It’s cold and gritty under my hands as I push against it, against him, but he pins me there.
“Fuck you!” I growl, grunting as I shove with all my strength. I rock him backward, but he presses his whole weight against me, pinning me to the stone.
