It was his day off, and Taehyung was weighing his craving for the cafe's frozen hot chocolate against the possibility of running into his boss's friends, again. He'd be more than happy to run into her by herself. That thought, coupled with his craving, won and he parked the old Mercedes close to the cafe. As he was getting out of the car, something interesting caught his eye.
It was a boy in a school uniform and vivid blue hair, heading into the same building that his boss and her weird friends went into the week before. He was certain the kid was his boss's student. Who else has blue hair? The kid looked like Hinata.
What was up with his boss's friends? Blue hair ... pink hair ... Fuck, yeah! He'd figured out his boss's hobby. He couldn't wait to tell her ... He wasn't sure if he wanted to go with her, though ...
Several minutes before her gardener spotted her blue-haired student, Yung Mi was idly looking around, waiting on the elevator up to the club. Her eyes glossed over the sign she'd read a thousand times.
Restricted Access
Dominion Group, LLC
Personal Investment to Realize Your Dreams
"You're in an investment club." Taehyung's words flashed in her memory. Holy shit, he'd tracked her to this elevator. Suddenly, four more guesses seemed like way too many.
Her gardener had warmed up to her over the past couple of weeks. She wondered if knowing her hobby would bring back the cold, angry person he was at first, especially after seeing how sensitive he was. She didn't want a repeat of their terrible argument. She had really enjoyed Taehyung's company lately and didn't want to lose their easy-ish camaraderie.
The young domme shook off her worries and focused her attention on her student. She went to check on their reserved room, and drop off the bag of new sex toys she got for Jax's special night. This poor "virgin sacrifice" girl, and all the rest of the pussies in his future, were going to have a good time if Yung Mi had any say in the matter.
She returned to wait for her student at the elevator, hoping this whole experience wasn't going to be too awkward for either of them.
Jax greeted her with a bow and then a hug, thanking her again for meeting him on such short notice. As they headed to their room, they ran into two of the other doms at the club, Jay and RM. She stopped to say hi and make introductions.
"So this cutie is why you're skipping ropes practice?" RM asked, flustering the hell out of her student with his intimidating aura.
Yung Mi put her arm protectively around the blue-haired boy's shoulders. "Yep, Jax has some concerns about a scene he's doing this weekend."
Jay was openly admiring the poor boy with a dominant gaze. Jax edged closer to Yung Mi. "Back off, guys. This sweet baby belongs to me," she warned with a chuckle as they headed on their way.
Jax leaned back on the door as it slammed shut. "Holy fuck! I thought they were going to eat me! They are scary."
Yung Mi giggled. "That's your baby boy calling to their dom daddy."
"They're both... into guys?"
"They are into submission. I knew Jay was bi, but not RM. He's had a female sub for as long as I've known him, but apparently, they both think you'd look good in a collar."
"It feels kinda good to be lusted after, but it's terrifying, too. How am I supposed to be a tough gangster if other men think that about me?"
"They are definitely not average men. Just because you tend to be submissive sexually, doesn't mean you can't dominate in other areas of your life. Take my husband, for example: Billionaire CEO, total submissive masochist."
The boy's eyes grew huge. "You're married?"
"I should have said 'deceased husband.'"
"Wow. You're so young. I'm sorry about that."
"Thanks. I'm fine now." Yung Mi smiled to reassure him, then changed the subject. "Hey, I brought some things for you to take with you on Saturday. They're for your uh, girl, things you can use to enhance her experience. Hopefully, she's not a prude."
She started pulling packages from the large shopping bag as she continued, "How do they even choose these girls? Please make sure she isn't being coerced. Like her dad sold her to the gang to pay off his debt so they wouldn't kill him."
The boy looked shocked. "Does that really happen?"
Yung Mi looked at him. "Do people sell young women, and young men, to be sex slaves? Every day." She refrained from adding that she was basically one of them.
"What will I do, if that's her story? I'm almost as stuck as she is."
"There's nothing you can do about the group entertainment portion, other than fake an orgasm to keep it short. That may not be the safest for either of you, though. Act enamored with her and don't let the other men near her. Keep her with you all night. I guess jump on the bed and make porn noises. I hope, for everyone's sake, that is not her story." He looked at her with big eyes.
"Honestly, you're so hot, she's going to take one look at you and say 'Fuck me right now, daddy.'" Yung Mi tried not to laugh at his jaw hanging open.
He covered his face. "I'm going to die before this is over," he whined through his hands.
"More than once, I hope." When he lowered his hands, confused at her comment, she winked. "You know the French call an orgasm 'la petite mort' for a reason. Come on, let's look at the toys." She held her hand out to him and pulled him over to sit on the bed.
"I got you stuff that I think will make the experience more enjoyable for both of you. This is a wedge pillow to tilt her pelvis up. It gives you a better angle and deeper penetration. And a vibrator, for extra stimulation. Nothing too crazy. One set for practice. One set for your girl."
Her student was rummaging through all the props on the bed. "What's this?" he asked, holding up a weird U-shaped thing.
"Oh, this is a lube warmer. Fumbling with cold lube can definitely spoil the mood. I got myself one too. Look, it's auto dispense, just hold your hand under it."
"Thank you. I mean it. You've kept me from feeling all alone in this."
"Pay the kindness forward with your future partners. That's all I ask, Jax." The domme gave him a warm smile.
He looked at Yung Mi with sincere eyes. "I will. I promise. And, um ... please call me Yeonjun."
Yung Mi stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "I know you will. You've got a kind heart, Yeonjun."
He looked at her with a sober expression. "I really worry I'm not cut out for mafia life."
"All businesses need lawyers and accountants. Maybe your dad will see the wisdom in sending you to college?" She gave him an encouraging smile.
"I want to be a writer. I want to write novels," he said with a pout.
"You'll be living a novel. Change the names and you've got a best seller." She smacked his arm playfully. "One goal at a time. Let's focus on your big night, then we'll figure out your life plan, ok?"
As a smile tugged at his mouth, he raked his hair back and sighed, "Ok, teacher. Are we doing lecture or lab first?"
"Have you been studying at all?" the young domme asked in a seductive tone. He nodded. "I'm letting you take the lead, then. I'll try to pretend I'm a scared virgin."
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