Kwon Boram's POV
"Ugh, the food was so great, princess," he said after drinking the remaining soup from his second bowl of Kalguksu that I cooked for him. He placed the bowl back down on the table then leaned his back on the chair as he delightedly circled his palm on his stomach.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said, then finished my food by drinking the remaining broth from the bowl as well.
"If you ever decide to put up a restaurant someday, I'll be your regular customer." He said.
"You know, I am honestly dreaming of putting up a restaurant someday. So if I ever end up doing that, I'll let you know."
"I think you'll be able to do that. Probably not immediately, but soon. You're hardworking and dedicated, afterall."
I smiled slightly and placed my elbow on the table then propped my chin on the palm of my hand. "My family is my driving force to what I am doing, that's why. And after my father's death, that force became stronger. Maybe because I wasn't able to give justice to his hit-and-run accident, and providing for my sister and my mom is what I'm doing to somehow mask that incapability."
"I'm so sorry to hear about your father. But why haven't you filed a case against the person who did that to him?"
I sighed, the pain that I felt months ago coming back. However, I feel like letting go of these feelings will help me feel more free. But he makes me feel safe too, so I don't mind sharing my story.
"Obviously, because of financial problems. Plus there wasn't enough evidence nor traces of the car that hit my father so there's no use. The CCTV camera in the area where the accident happened was not working and there were no witnesses in the area either. He was just seen in the middle of the road, dead." I felt my tears form on the corners of my eye, and then a tear fell after.
"I was so devastated after his death. I just wanted to quit. I kept asking myself why I was suffering. Why were we suffering? What have I done to feel such misery in my life? I've always been a kind and positive person, and I always tried to see the reason in every negative thing that happened, but I couldn't answer those questions. That made me feel more frustrated. I was so broken, but I couldn't stay weak because my ill mom and my younger sister needed me."
I chuckled to break the heavy atmosphere and wiped my tears away. We're celebrating for him yet I ended up ruining the mood, but letting go of my feelings felt so good.
"I'm sorry, I ruined the mood." I cleared my throat then stood up and began stacking the used bowls and utensils together. "Let me just wash these then I'll come home on my own. You don't have to drive me. You're already here. I don't want to bother you."
I didn't have enough courage to meet his eyes anymore. My heart feels so heavy, but I'm not upset that he asked. Afterall, it was my choice to tell him that part of my life. I could've just told him that I didn't want to talk about it.
After I stacked the dishes and utensils together, I brought them along with me in the kitchen and placed them in the sink.
I felt him turn my body through my shoulders gently. He then wrapped me in his arms, and from there, I could no longer stop myself from crying as I felt the wound in my chest ache. It was never healed, the wound in my heart, but my responsibilities just masked that pain that I forgot I was hurting.
When my father died, I wasn't able to mourn his death as much as my heart needed to do because I had to work and study. I had to be strong for my mom and my sister, and I had to be strong to fulfill the empty spot of his departure which burdened us not only emotionally but also financially. I had to work harder to earn more to cater to our family's needs and most especially to my mother's treatment. I had to do a lot of things, I forgot to do the most important thing for myself.
I forgot to take the time to heal myself.
He comfortingly caressed my head while I only cried and sobbed in his arms, burying my face on his warm and welcoming chest.
The memory hurts so bad, yet being able to cry it out and let go of the feelings that I kept to myself felt so good.
It took me a few minutes before I was able to stop shaking and calm down. I pulled away from his embrace and saw a sympathetic gaze in his eyes when I looked at them.
I laughed it off, feeling awkward as this is something so new to me. I was never able to cry that hard in front of anyone before aside from when I found out when my father died. That was the first and last time that I cried and sobbed hard until today.
"I'm sorry, I ruined your shirt," I said while looking at the area which was wet with my tears (and snot) from crying so hard.
"Moving on isn't easy, but you were able to move forward, princess. You did your best, and I'm sure your father is proud of you from where he is because he was able to raise an incredible woman like you." He cupped my face and used his thumb on both hands to wipe the remnants of my tears on my cheeks.
"You think so?" I said while pouting
He gently smiled at me as he nodded. "You're a brave, incredible, and strong woman. I know you'll be able to soar high with flying colors."
I pouted more at him, feeling so flattered and overwhelmed at his words. This time, I wanna tear up because his words moved me so much.
"Yah, don't be so nice to me. I might end up falling in love with you," I joked and playfully slapped his chest, causing the both of us to laugh.
"But I meant what I said, princess. I know you'll make it far." He lightly pinched my cheek.
"Your nose is so red," he said, then lightly tapped my nose with his index finger. "Go back to the dining or go wherever you want. I'll wash the dishes."
"I'll just stay here beside you," I said, then moved aside so that he could begin washing the dishes. "I wanna watch how handsome guys do the dishes."
He snorted and giggled at my statement. "Feel free to watch me then."
He shortened the sleeves of his shirt by tucking some of the sleeves inward to his shirt's arm hole. Then, he began doing the dishes while I kept silent beside him. I leaned my bottom on the counter and crossed my arms, admiring his face that looked so peaceful while he did the chore.
Am I too judgemental for assuming that he's going to suck at it because he's a rich man who obviously can hire maids to do the job?
Yes, and I like how he's proving my judgemental self wrong all the time.
Since he shortened the sleeves of his shirt, I have a greater view of his biceps. I bit my bottom lip at the sight of it, and watched how it would clench and harden from each movement that he made.
I shifted my eyes back to his face, and my eyes trailed every detail of it, most especially to his beautiful nose then to his lips. I thought of how soft and plump those lips are when I kiss them, and the thought made me bite my bottom lip once again.
Contradicting to how unlucky I am with my life, I'm kind of lucky to have this man as my sugar daddy. Should I consider this something fair enough?
He's so hot.
"You know, washing dishes has never been this awkward." He chuckled then looked at me. "Are you seriously just going to stand there and watch me?"
"I can suck your dick while you do the dishes, if you like," I said jokingly but I feel like I shouldn't gave said that when his gazes at me darkened.
He turned off the faucet then looked at me. He crossed his arms as he raised an eyebrow. "I'm not going to decline that offer, but are you sure that's what you want to do? You were literally just in an emotional breakdown awhile ago."
I bit my lip. Now that the question has been thrown at me, do I wanna fuck or not?
I just looked at him and he did the same. I wasn't answering him because I wasn't sure of myself.
He smirked. "I thought so," he said, then went back to doing the dishes.
"I'm not pressuring you into something that you don't want to do, princess. But you're making me not want to do that anymore. I was already turned on by just watching you bite your lip while watching me do the dishes, but I figured you're not in the mood to do anything sexual after what happened."
"I was joking around," I reasoned with a pout on my lips.
"Are you really?" He glanced at me and lifted an eyebrow.
I pouted my lips more to conceal a smile that wanted to conquer my lips. The way he looked at me was so hot, I can't stop feeling things over it.
He chuckled as he turned off the faucet. He wiped his hand dry since he's done washing the dishes and had already arranged them on the rack placed on the other side to let them dry.
"You know what," he positioned himself in front of me and caged me in his arms by resting his hands on the counter. He leaned down to my level and sexily smirked at me and continued what he was saying, "Sex can actually make you feel better."
I felt how my blood rushed through my veins towards my face. The heat spreaded all over my facial muscles, I could feel the fast thumping of my heart, and my clitoris began feeling the blood rush from the sexual arousal that his actions and words just made me feel.
How does this man do a simple thing yet turns me the fuck on from zero to a hundred?
He grinned mischievously yet sexily. "Come on, princess. Tell daddy what's on your mind."
My breath hitched at the feeling of his hand that firmly yet sensually held my waist.
I can't take my eyes away from his powerful orbs that felt like a blackhole that's pulling me towards them.
I bit my bottom lip then tried to speak but I couldn't. My chest feels so tight and heavy; He has already taken my breath away. So instead of speaking, I let him know my thoughts by kissing his wonderful and intoxicating lips, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
He lifted me up and made me sit on the counter as we kissed, and his hands firmly held my hips.
"You're so irresistible," I said breathlessly as I began peppering his neck with open-mouthed kisses. I held his shoulders, loving how muscular and broad they felt against the skin of my palm.
He pulled my shirt up, making me pull away from him to completely take it off. I also unclasped my bra and took it off, and I watched him hungrily eye them as he licked and bit his bottom lip.
He removed his shirt off before kissing my lips again.
"Ah, d-daddy," I moaned softly against his ear when he began to softly kiss the back of my ear. He trailed his lips down to my neck then further south to my collarbones.
I breathed out heavily and took a fistful of his hair on my hands as he started sucking on my nipple.
His tongue swirled around it, and he used his other hand to massage my other breast.
He pulled away and began unbuckling his belt as he said, "Take off your bottom clothes and bend over, princess."
I did as I was told, removing my remaining clothes then bending over the kitchen top.
I let out a moan as his palm met the flesh of my ass. Then I felt his hand between my legs as his fingers gently caressed my folds.
"You're so wet," he growled.
I moaned as I felt him insert two fingers inside me, and he moved them ever-so smoothly from how wet I already was from getting so aroused for him.
He gathered some of my hair with his hands, then I felt him tease my pussy by stroking the head of his cock through my folds before he slowly put his whole length inside me.
"Ah, you're so big," I moaned, feeling how much he stretched my pussy and how deep he was inside me.
"You love this big cock, hmmm?" He asked as he began to moderately thrust his hips. His grip on my hair tightened.
"Y-yes. Ugh, fuck me. I love it when that cock fucks me hard," I said and moaned.
He chuckled with a deep voice, and he grabbed on to my hips with his other hand as he began to thrust in and out of me faster. My moans became unstoppable as the pleasure became more intense with every thrust of his hips.
"Ugh, fuck!" I moaned as he harshly spanked my ass then yanked my head back, his grip on my hair tighter.
"Fucking hell, your pussy is so wet for me." He groaned and pulled my body closer to his, letting go of my hair to hug my torso againsts his body.
He placed his hand down to my pussy and used his fingers to play with my clit as he continuously fucked me hard.
"Just like that, daddy. You're so good, ah!"
He pulled out and made me face him. He continued playing with my clit and kissed me, his tongue casually colliding with mine.
"Let's take this upstairs," he said and he carried me bridal style in his arms.
I entertained myself by giving his bare shoulder love bites and hickeys, expressing my fondness over it.
"Play with me, daddy," I said seductively in his ear. "Use your toys on me."
"Fuck, princess, that's what I was thinking." He said with a smirk.
We entered my room, and he threw me down the bed before he went to the bedside table. He opened the drawer and took something out. It was a long chain and I had no idea what it was used for.
"Open your legs," he said and I immediately obeyed.
He positioned himself in between my legs and teased my clit by softly rubbing the small nub with his finger. He looked at me and showed a small thing connected to the chain before he used that to tease my clit.
"W-what's that?" I moaned as I felt the object squeeze my clit.
"Clamps," he said, then teased my now clamped clit with his tongue.
My body shivered at the more intense pleasure of his tongue on my clamped clit and moaned. "Intensifies pleasure. Does it?" He asked me, and I nodded to agree because it sure did.
He moved himself upwards towards my chest as he pulled on the attached chain to the clamp slightly, tugging on my clit which made me elicit another moan.
There were two more clamps on the other ends of the chain, and he had the other one on his hand as he licked and sucked on my nipples while looking at me. He pulled away after and clamped the nipple that he was playing with, making me elicit a moan. The clamp surprisingly felt so good, and it's turning me on even more.
He did the same thing that he did with my other nipple, licking and sucking on it before clamping it. Now, both my nipples and my clit are clamped into a chain.
He pulled away from my body after and knelt down as he eyed me from my clamped clit to my eyes, and he grinned sexily as he said, "You look so wonderful, princess."
In the middle of a chain was a ring, and he held that part and moved it up which pulled onto the chain, making me elicit another moan from how pleasurable it felt when the movement tugged on my nipples and clit. He did that action repeatedly, making me squirm from the immense amount of pleasure that the sensations of my squeezed nerves on those parts are feeling.
"T-too much," I moaned, feeling myself getting closer to my edge by just the movement of the clamps that he's tugging on fast
He chuckled, letting go of the chain before going back down to tease my clamped nipple with his tongue.
I hummed at the feeling of his warm tongue that pleasured my aroused nipple, but I've had enough of his teasing.
"Please fuck me, daddy," I begged and met his eyes that were now looking at me. "Make me cum with your cock."
He smirked and pulled slightly away by lifting himself up with his arms. "I love it when you beg for me, princess. Those pretty eyes are really telling me how much you want me."
"I do want you so bad. I'll cum hard on your cock, daddy. Please," I begged more, and it seemed to be working on him.
He aligned himself on my entrance, yet he's maintaining our eye contact with a smirk still on his lips. Then, he thrusted himself in, deeply penetrating me with his length. He moved his hips achingly slowly, teasing me and making me feel more frustrated.
"Beg, princess. Beg for my cock and work hard to earn it."
"D-daddy, please," I whined and felt some tears form on the corner of my eyes from frustration. He knows what he's doing, and it's making me feel more frustrated.
"Fuck me, please. Fuck that tight pussy hard until I cum," I begged and bucked my hips to somehow pace up his very slow movement. "I want your cum inside me. I want you to wreck me until my body gives up from pleasure. Please, daddy. I'll be a good girl and do everything you want me to do."
"Yeah, princess? What can you do for daddy to prove that you're a good girl?" He slightly paced up his movement, and I begged him more because I know it's his pleasure to see me weak and submissive to him.
"I'll dress in pretty pink lingeries for you, I'll take every drop of your cum inside my pussy ㅡ everything you want me to do for you, daddy." He thrusted his hips faster, and his smirk widened into a grin.
"Please fuck me and cum inside my pussy. Use me for your pleasure, daddy," and that was all it took for him to ram his dick in and out of me as if there was no tomorrow.
"Pretty princess is such a good girl for daddy," he chuckled in between moans. "So fucking good, hmmm."
"Ugh, yes! Just like that!" I moaned and held onto his broad shoulders. "Oh gosh, you're so good to me!"
"You're so pretty, princess. Fuck, just looking at you can make me cum right now," he groaned.
He lowered himself down and hugged my body, then he said, "Ride me," and then immediately switched our position.
I was now laying on top of him. I pulled my upper body up and rested my palms on his chest as I bounced my hips.
He put his hand on my hip firmly as the other held the chain of the clamps. He began tugging on them which stimulated both my nipples and my clit, adding more pleasure in my body.
"Ah, fuck!" I moaned and looked into his eyes.
His dark gazes are so mesmerizing ㅡ His eyes are mesmerizing that I always find myself lost in them.
"You're so hot, princess, you know that?" He bit his bottom lip as he let go of the chains to squeeze my breast. "God, I'm gonna fucking cum in that pussy," he groaned and transfered his hand from my breast to my hips.
"Oh fuck, yes!" I moaned and threw my head back as he began to control the pace, thrusting his hips fast and rough while he held onto my hips. He is fucking me so hard and deep, I could feel his balls hitting my skin.
"Oh, daddy, don't stop!"
The knot in my stomach began forming, and I knew that I'm coming closer to the pinnacle of pleasure.
"Ah, daddy, I'm gonna cum!" I moaned loudly, and my legs shivered and my walls clenched around his length as the heat on my lower stomach bursted into my orgasm. "Fuck, yes! You're so good, hah!" I moaned loudly, digging my nails into his skin as I held onto his chest tightly.
I'm breathless, and my limbs are growing weaker with the overstimulation of his dick and the clamp on my clit.
"Fuck, yeah! Squeeze me like that, princess." He held onto my hips tighter. "I'm gonna fucking cum, hah!" He moaned, and I felt him spurt his warm and viscous liquid inside me.
I hummed at the feeling of his cum, and watched his face scrunch as he milked himself done. His face is flushed, and a layer of sweat is covering his body. His hair sticking to his forehead. Admittedly, he still looked wonderful.
He slowed down his pace until he was done, and he stopped his movement. I lifted my hips up to remove his dick from inside me, and decided to pepper his chest with soft kisses while the both of us calmed ourselves from panting after reaching our orgasm.
He moved his hands from my hips to my ass and he firmly squeezed them. Afterwards, he wrapped me in his arms, his hand resting on my lower back while the other gently caressed my head.
I could feel his cum dripping down my pussy. It felt strange, but I didn't put much attention to it.
"Do you have any plans next week?" He asked me, making me stop from kissing his chest.
"Aside from work, nothing really. Why?"
"Let's go on a trip on the beach next week," he said, then switched our places again, making him now stay on top of me. "And just stay over tonight to rest. I'll take you home tomorrow morning after breakfast."
He began taking off the clamps, starting with the clamp on my clit then next to my nipple. He lightly sucked on my nipple after removing it and did the same thing with the other. Then, he kissed my lips shortly and when he pulled away, he asked. "Did you like the clamps, princess?"
I nodded, making him smirk. He pulled away after and stood up beside the bed.
"I already added a few clothes in the walk-in-closet here for you to use when you stay over. I'll be in my room if you need anything." After he said that, he planted a soft kiss on my crown, then left.