The door shuts behind me, cutting off the sound of his panicked breathing. I whistle again as I walk back toward Young-gi, a pep in my step. What a fun day.
Kind of a long flight for such a short conversation, but I wanted to have it in person. Initially, Young-gi didn’t want to go out of our way, but I’ve got him wrapped around my finger.It took only one pouty look to get him to change his mind; one sad, lonely sigh on my part, one little comment about wishing he would prove how important I was to him, and he was calling the helicopter.
He spanked me first, though, so I’d be sore during the ride over. Perfect bastard.
I saunter back toward the lobby and see Young-gi leaning casually against the counter, waiting for me. His eyes are already on me, staring me down as I get closer. Moving toward him feels so inevitable. He’s my fucking gravity.
I stop a few inches too close for public decency, but I don’t give a fuck. The staff behind the desk are averting their eyes and the Vandmorson parents are nowhere to be seen.
“Where’d they go?” I ask, eyeing Young-gi like the fine piece of prime steak that he is.
“I don’t know or care,” he says bluntly. “Probably to beg Acardi to change his mind. To barter or plead or trade favors. But Rosco owes me big time. They’ll fail. I gave them a few days to think it all over.”
I wrinkle my nose in confusion. “Why?”
“It’s important to give rats a chance to spin uselessly in their wheels,” Young-gi says cryptically. “Tire themselves out. They’ll realize soon that the maze is only dead ends, and extermination is inevitable.”
“That’s quite the metaphor.”
Young-gi shrugs casually, as if he doesn’t sound like a sociopath in a designer suit. “Come along.”
He guides me toward an exit, but not the one leading to the roof.
“Aren’t we taking the helicopter?” I ask curiously.
“No,” Young-gi gives me a once-over that makes my skin tingle with awareness. “I’ve got something else planned.”
Oh shit, already?I knew he’d been thinking of something naughty and fun while we were landing, but I had no idea he’d planned on acting so quickly.
I want to ask what it is, but my mouth is salivating and my dick is trying to figure out if it wants to get hard–it does, but it has trouble sometimes–and I stay quiet as he leads me to the front entrance. Outside the gilded double doors, a curved, cobblestone driveway waits for us, occupied by a single long town car. Practically a limousine, really.
“How the fuck did they get here this fast?” I ask as Young-gi packs me into the back. I slide in and see a long bench seat lining one side of the vehicle, wide and spacious. A small minibar is tucked along the other side, narrow and miniature, lit up with tiny sparkling lights.
“Money talks,” Young-gi says as he closes us inside. He reaches around me and closes the partition between us and the driver. “That’s soundproof,” he informs me.
“So?” I ask, pretending to be clueless when I knowexactlywhy that matters.
“Just letting you know,” he smirks, grabbing for me.
I dodge, but it’s a small space and he’s so fucking big and strong–and also, I want to lose. So after a bit of wrestling, he starts getting me naked. It’s a struggle and I really give it my all when he has my pants partially off, hoping that seeing the denim around my thighs will urge him to just fucking spank my sore ass already, but he gets them off me. Now I’m in nothing but my bright white undies, laying on my back on the long seat, panting and looking up at him.
“Now what, killer?” I ask him teasingly.
He crawls over me and plants his mouth on mine, kissing me like he wants to steal my air. And that’s exactly what he does because I can barely keep up. I gasp, but he doesn’t back off,devouring my mouth and tangling his tongue against mine. I groan and arch under his weight, delighted beyond measure.
He’s got me so fucking distracted that I don’t realize he’s fiddling with the seatbelts. When he reaches between my thighs, I spread them, pressing one against the back of the chair and letting the other fall into the aisle, hoping he’s about to rip my underwear off and fuck me. But instead, I feel the cool texture of nylon against my inner thigh and the snap of the buckle. I start to sit up, but Young-gi pulls the belt tight, trapping that leg against the seat.
I thrash a bit, shocked, but the belt doesn’t budge. I’m not sure how, but he’s locked it in place.
I gawp at the sight of it–my thigh strapped to the leather seat. But I don’t have time to process much before he’s kissing me again. I bite him, trying to punish him for distracting me, but he just bites me back and I whimper like the cock-hungry slut I am.
His hands tangle with mine, and I interlock our fingers. It’s weird not being able to move one of my legs; it stops me from wriggling my hips. I’m adjusting to the partial lack of agency when he suddenly shoves my hands above my head, stretching me tall. I grunt and try to pull away, but I don’t say my safe word yet. I just want to feel him hold me down.
Without even appearing to struggle, he gets both my hands tangled in a seatbelt at the other end of the long bench, tied up above my head. I yank on the restraints but they’re trapped up there. I’m panting hard now, my head spinning.
I’m not sure how I feel about all this. He teased me in the helicopter but this is more intense than any of the other restraint-play we’ve done. He’s always held me with his hands. With his commands. I haven’t been tied down in a long, long time.
My dick is wobbling between hard and half-hard, but my heart is pounding like crazy and my adrenaline is pumping likea bass drum inside me. I’m burning up. I writhe under him, testing the limits of my range of motion. He pulls back with a satisfied smile, letting me find out what I can and cannot do.
