STAR: REAL MEN
It was a glorious morning, a rare break from the constant darkness that had shrouded Satine since the news about Wonwoo. It was the first time in a long time that she felt even remotely okay.
She had fallen off the wagon for a bit, consuming an unholy amount of alcohol in an attempt to manage how awful her life had become. But she was finally back on track - thanks to Jeonghan keeping her busy. She was on top of all her work, was treated to the most amazing lunch, and was currently rested at her desk doing fuck all. She deserved a break after working her little ass off.
"Coquette," Jeonghan purred, striding through the space with an air of dominance and smouldering intensity. He had come back from his two o'clock fitting looking absolutely impeccable, his silent power accentuated in his three-piece Saint Laurent suit. Never had Satine met a man that exuded so much raw sex appeal.
She rested her chin on her palm and sighed at his beauty - pathetically - after he threw her a wink.
"Jeonghan," she blushed.
"Ah, I almost forgot-" She heard him stop and her heart right about leaped straight out her chest as his hands clasped the desk from behind, cocooning her and the chair. "I've got a private meeting in ten, so maybe make yourself scarce." He always injected himself into her personal bubble, filling it with the scent of vetiver, and cool peppermint from his breath. "I don't like to share my secretaries."
As his warmth pricked her skin, it was as though every nerve in her body had erupted into a wildfire. The searing sensation was overwhelming, leaving her with an unquenchable thirst for an ice bath or to throw herself off a cliff into the Arctic just to extinguish the flames he ignited.
"And what if I want to stay?" she began teasing him; expecting his jaw to tighten or for his tone to darken, but of course it never did - at least not with her. "If these business partners are anything like you, I won't be able to hold myself back!" She put on her best damsel in distress impression, having him clicking his tongue in amusement.
"I must warn you, Coquette, my business partners aren't as merciful as I am. They may feast on the temptation that is the fairest maiden in the land..." Satine sensed a sly grin form against her cheek as he spoke. "But I suppose the decision is yours." He released her with a nonchalant shrug. "I just like to take care of my employees."
With a hint of frustration, Satine cast a dismissive glance towards him, standing in the doorway of his office. "So, I'm just a secretary, huh?"
"No." His face flickered with mischief, but then softened along with a sweet laugh. "You're my secretary."
Satine felt her face turn scarlet as the door closed, and almost choked on the breath she'd been holding. She was usually able to work through any illness or bad day, but the mere thought of Jeonghan was enough to throw her off balance. He was the one responsible for the frenzy in her stomach; she couldn't even think straight with all the pitchforks striking her gut. Her stomach was churning with demons and it was going to take a lot more than patting to calm them down.
Never had anyone in that building made her feel uneasy, or uncomfortable, or turned on to high heaven. But two people were able to that day, and the other was minutes away from walking around the corner.
His voice is what truly shook her to her core: the low timbre, the slight croaky rasp that proved just how mature he was. There was no way she would ever forget it, not when he used it to her cum.
Scanning the space for an escape route, she wished for once that the ground would just swallow her up. He didn't deserve to see her like this - happy - when he was the one that almost stripped it away.
There was nowhere to hide except in Jeonghan's office, and he was scheduled that important meeting.
Though, things were starting to add up.
He wouldn't recognise her; there was no way. All she had to do was keep her head down and- No, it was too late. He walked in with his posse, laughing in their sadistic aristocratic way.
As he strode confidently towards her, Satine's eyes were drawn to his impeccably tailored navy suit, the unmistakable trademark of his sophisticated style. His pale blue shirt complemented his sharp features and the red patterned tie added a bold touch to his ensemble. It was a combination that could only belong to him, exuding an air of confidence and class that made Satine feel a hint of homesickness.
"Oh, what do we have here?" one of his men whistled. That's when Satine knew it was game over. "A treat for our travels, boys!"
Great.
"What's your name, gorgeous?" he asked, taking a drag from his cigarette.
There was no way in hell she was telling him, but there was also no way of getting around it. Her position in the company meant she had to do anything to encourage good business.
Before she could even respond, he clicked his tongue in disappointment. "She's not even looking up to greet her boss' business partners. That won't go down well, I'm sure." The rest of the men sniggered. "Where is our Han, anyway? Ought to come out and teach this one a lesson."
Satine breathed in a sharp breath, trying hard to keep her eyes fixed on the scrap piece of paper she was violently scribbling on. Her good days were always ruined.
She had hoped he wasn't interested in being a part of his colleagues' game, but he made his way to the front of their sparse group with a thick hand slipped into his pocket.
"Twinkle twinkle little star..." The words sounded unfamiliar, with a harsh and tormenting tone that she was not used to with him. "I hardly recognised you."
As Satine glanced up at him, her lashes fluttering in the way he used to love, she couldn't help but notice the changes that time had had on his face. Maybe she had finally lost her rose-tinted glasses... At forty-two, he now sported a few wisps of grey hair and crinkles around his piercing blue eyes. But even as she struggled to compare this version of him with the image of her memory, he still emanated an irresistible magnetism. He stood tall and commanding, his aura filled with the dominance and refinement that only come with age and experience. To Satine, he remained the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, an air-stealing blend of allure and erudition.
He was her first love.
"Alex," she whispered under her breath.
The other men gasped and patted him on the back. "Star? What's that short for, Stella?"
"Satine," Jeonghan's voice conducted absolute silence and suddenly she felt calm. He stood in the doorway to his office with his fist closed around the handle and an unreadable look. There was no doubt that he'd been listening to them toy with her, and there was no doubt that he was silently seething. "Her name is Satine, gentleman, and I expect you to treat her with the greatest care. One of the finest secretary's this place has ever seen."
Her cheeks burned at his compliment.
"Oh, I'm sure..." the oldest one let out a disgusting purr, following Alex who hadn't even spared her a second glance. It annoyingly hurt Satine; she hated that he still had such a hold over her.
She hesitantly met with Jeonghan's dark eyes, cowering at his unfriendly stare. He was telling her to make herself busy, and she didn't wait around this time to find out what would happen if she said no.
Satine stumbled into the staff room and leaned over the sink with a few heavy breaths. Was she going to be sick? Probably. The pain and pressure of seeing Alex was way too much for even someone like her to deal with. The last time they met he was so cruel, so different to the man she fell in love with. It was hard to believe she could have even fallen for him in the first place.
She wasn't too sure how long their meeting was going to be, but it didn't matter. Trouble followed Satine everywhere, and this time it was in the form of her ex-lover - dark and chilling.
"Satine, huh?" His gravelly voice was startling. He mimicked the way Jeonghan pronounced her name, letting the poor French accent roll off his tongue. "It's good to see you finally making a life for yourself."
She refused to turn around, she was too busy noting all the possible escape routes.
"Though, I did hope you'd be putting that brain of yours to better use. My Star would never be seen dead in a job like this." He needed to leave, he needed to fucking leave. "But then again, I see you're not my little Star anymore."
His brown brogues grew close and closer and soon they were fixed behind her.
A little gasp escaped Satine's throat as he planted his hands on either side of the counter, caging her entire body. The feelings swimming around her gut were strange and unwelcome.
"Please leave," she whispered, holding back from breaking down. She'd forgotten what it felt like to be in his presence; to be held by him.
He took the red hair that was protecting her neck and lightly pulled at it to reveal the golden skin of her nape.
"You not gonna turn around and look at me, baby?"
She shook her head.
"I'm sorry about how things ended with us, but I wasn't getting involved with a pregnant mistress."
God, she felt sick.
"Don't call me a mistress, that's disgusting."
He grabbed at her waist and swung her around, pressing her back over the edge of the sink.
"Sorry, that was wrong of me." His large hand cupped her cheek, and it was like muscle memory to rest into it. "I can't believe how grown up you look; you've finally developed into a woman." His eyes absorbed her clothed chest, letting a hand drop to the curve of her ass.
"I looked the same six months ago, Alex."
"Not at all. Six months ago you were parading around in summer dresses and ballet pumps, and no matter how attractive that was to me, this new you is particularly enchanting."
His fingers traced up her black blouse to pull at the bow keeping her chest concealed. It unravelled slowly, revealing her cleavage, but Satine was too entranced to cover herself up.
"I'm sorry for pushing you away, baby, Adelaide was suspicious and threatened to take the kids. I just couldn't risk her catching us, but I'm here now." His grip tightened around her waist and soon enough his lips found their favourite spot on her neck.
"I've, I've moved on," Satine stuttered, feeling tears brimming her eyes. It wasn't fair, he couldn't come along and ruin it all, not after the effort she'd put into fighting for Mingyu.
But Alex had controlled her entire life for so long; brainwashed her into believing he was the only one that could love her, pleasure her, and take care of her. She was deteriorating back into the same vulnerable Star that he manipulated her into being.
"Have you?" He kissed down her chest, raising goosebumps to her skin. "You don't want me anymore?" He folded the cup of her bra down and wrapped his lips around her nipple. "You don't want me to make you feel good?"
The tears skimmed her cheeks and landed on her lips, glossing them with a clear sheen. For once she truly wished she could never see him again.
"I don't, I don't know-"
His chiseled features contorted into a grimace of disapproval, and a sinking sensation tugged at the depths of Satine's gut, leaving her frozen in place, as if struck by an electric current of dread.
"You're making me really upset, Star." His thick hand dragged back up her body until it curled around her neck. "What happened to being in love with me? Fuck, you really do get off of being a tease." She began to struggle for air under his firm grip. "You can't have changed that much, surely? You must still love letting the men you obsess over cum into that tight pussy of yours just to lock them down? Huh?" With every word Alex uttered, his fingertips pressed deeper and deeper into her neck. "It won't work, you know, because the men you go after have money. The men you want so badly can snap their fingers and have you and the baby disappear in a matter of seconds."
"Please stop!" She sobbed.
"Then admit that you missed me. No one will ever fuck you like I did and you know that." He took hold of her wrist, pushing it down the waistband of her trousers. "I'm the one who taught you how to cum-"
"Enough."
Satine's head whipped around as if yanked by an invisible force, her heart pounding. There he stood in the doorway, a still and stoic figure, his emotions shrouded behind an expressionless mask. But his eyes, oh his eyes, they were like daggers as he watched tears run down his diamond's perfect cheeks. Satine couldn't help but wonder how much of Alex's words he had heard, how much of her inner turmoil had he witnessed? It was as if time had frozen, and the weight of the silence was suffocating.
She felt Alex observing her reaction. It was the same way he used to look at her when she was fifteen, but hungrier. Some things do never change.
He refused to turn to Jeonghan and Jeonghan never turned to him. The rich are always entitled, and never scared of the implications of their actions.
"The dry-cleaning hanging in the cupboard, Satine, if you could please drop it off at my apartment that would be great," Jeonghan said.
"But-" Satine choked.
"Now, thank you," Jeonghan cut her off with an unsettling glare that meant, do as I say and not another word more.
Alex released her and watched as she scurried away, biting his lip at just how mature she looked. She always was addicting and just like fine wine, Satine had aged delectably.
Jeonghan stared at him with total contempt, wiping the smirk from his partner's face.
"What's that look for, Han?"
"I think it's best if you leave."
"What are you talking about?" Alex's clueless scoff enhanced into a knowing chuckle once he understood the reason behind Jeonghan's tense stature. "Ah, I see... so you're her next victim, ay?"
The urge to choke the man opposite masked every rational thought Jeonghan had. The butter knife on the counter looked appealing too.
"God, she has a type," Alex muttered under his breath. "You know I used to only have to smile at her and she'd drop her panties. My tip is flattery, she's more insecure than she looks... Use it to your advantage and that girl will be your personal slave."
He thought they were having a laddy conversation, exchanging tips on how 'macho' it was to manipulate a woman. He couldn't have been more wrong.
"Get out before I do something I regret, Anderson." The thought of anyone disrespecting or throwing dirt on his diamond's name instilled a merciless rage inside him.
"You haven't fallen in love with her, have you?" Alex burst out into a roar of laughter. "She's not the type of girl you settle down with, Han, she's the type you fuck when your wife's pregnant and cranky. The girl's broken and easy, and damn does she have some major daddy issues. You're too young for any of that, kid."
Closing his eyes to compose himself, Jeonghan stepped aside and pointed towards the exit. He was nothing without his self-control.
Alex's hands found his pockets again, and he sauntered towards the door with a cocky smirk.
"You know it's fun watching people underestimate her." Jeonghan held his hand out to stop him from passing at the last second. "Because there's so much more to her than meets the eye. She's insanely smart, cunning, resourceful - god, she's just unbelievable." He could feel himself starting to smile at the thought of her mischievous little face. "And if one thing's for sure, Anderson, she's stronger than you'll ever have the luxury of knowing and I'm going to sleep well tonight thanks to that fact. Now, get the fuck out of my building."
***
Satine paced around Jeonghan's bedroom after hearing the elevator ding. She wasn't afraid of her boss, but somehow the look he gave her at the end there made her skin crawl.
The room around her was dimly lit with minimal belongings and a tidily made bed. It didn't feel the same as Mingyu's loft - it didn't have that warm rustic touch - but Satine was always going to be comforted by luxury. It's all she had ever known.
His footsteps grew closer and closer and eventually, he stood watching Satine casually organise his ties into a colour system.
"Care to explain?" Jeonghan's sultry voice broke the icy silence.
"They're in rainbow order... red first, of course-"
He was begging for her not to play with him that day.
"You know that's not what I'm talking about."
She untucked a strand of hair from behind her ear, using it as a veil between them. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Hm, so you have no idea who Mr Anderson is? He must just be a random man so blinded by your existence that he unironically calls you Star."
She shook her head, matching his sarcasm with a forced ha-ha.
"Don't so blatantly lie to me, it doesn't suit you." His fingers flexed out of irritation. "There's way more to your past than I originally thought, isn't there? Maybe I don't know everything after all."
Satine scowled. "Trust me, it's annoying how much you know."
"Stop," he snapped, squeezing his eyes shut. He didn't want to hear it. "Tell me why my business partner's hands were-" he paused before continuing. Satine had never seen him so disgusted. "Tell me why his hands were wrapped around that pretty neck of yours."
What would she tell him? That his trusty comrade and the man he had learned from alongside his father was the reason for her migration? The reason she was so fucked up? That she loved him once?
"He was my neighbour; a friend of my father's."
Sometimes lying is for the best.
"Satine, it's like you think I'm stupid or something."
"Maybe you are-"
"Wouldn't you rather explain? Or should I just take Alexander's word?" The thought was more embarrassing than she would ever care to admit. The fact that Alex probably laughed and labelled her love as infatuation - a meaningless schoolgirl crush.
"Fine, I slept with him." She spoke so blasé that Jeonghan almost laughed.
"Well yeah, I got that much. What I'm wondering is why you looked so uncomfortable? You don't normally cower under any-old man's gaze."
He refused to believe Alex was telling the truth. She wasn't foolish enough to be manipulated, surely? Then again, someone else had been controlling her for months.
Satine's lip quivered, and Jeonghan sighed as he finally understood.
"Don't you think he's rather old for you?"
She shrugged. "I've always liked older guys."
"Okay, so how long was he your neighbour?"
Her sparkly eyes turned to the window.
"Got it," he clicked his tongue. "Well, how young were you?"
Her heavy lids closed. What did he want her to say? It had already happened and if it was possible to rewrite the past, she would have done it already.
"I can't remember." She remembered it like it was yesterday.
"Yes, you can."
"I don't know!"
"What were you, like eighteen?" He watched her reaction closely. "Seventeen, sixteen?" Jeonghan shook his head in disbelief as her breath caught in her throat. "No, Satine, not fifteen..."
His face contorted and Satine honestly thought he was going to cry. He wouldn't have, of course, he would never show that much emotion in front of her. But he looked sickened and she couldn't work out if his repulsion was directed at her.
"So he groomed you?" He bared his teeth.
"No, it wasn't like that!" she snapped back.
"It's statutory rape, Satine."
The word blew a hole in her chest, opening her up to a whole load of PTSD. The worst part was that Jeonghan saw it - the way her eyes hazed over, and her body stiffened.
"We didn't have sex until I was sixteen. It's really not a big deal, okay? It's over now."
Jeonghan's head tilted to the side in disbelief. He didn't give two fucks that it wasn't a big deal to her; it was to him. It was taking everything in him to control himself after seeing her little frown.
"Are you okay?" He decided it was better for her peace of mind to pretend like he hadn't heard their entire conversation earlier. Bringing up the baby may have caused unnecessary pain.
She didn't answer. For a woman so terrible at shutting her mouth, she was doing too good a job and Jeonghan hated it.
He grew closer with a sigh and suddenly his entire demeanour changed. Her boss, the man she met earlier that day was harsh and stern, he was nothing like the Jeonghan she had grown to adore. But he was back, and she couldn't help but let out a breath of relief.
He gave in and pressed a kiss against her forehead, wanting nothing more than to hold her close and never let go. "My Coquette, constantly having me on the verge of mass destruction."
"I'm fine, you know? I'm not going to start crying and begging for your sympathy."
"Believe me, I know," he laughed, a hearty one that made Satine feel safe in his arms.
"What did you say to him after I left?" she whispered, letting her body rest against his. "I trust you didn't kill him."
She almost made herself laugh. Alex winding up dead could have honestly been the highlight of her year.
"Don't worry about that," Jeonghan shushed her by dragging his thumb over her lip. "We're talking about you now, and you're certainly not like any other woman I've cared to get to know, are you?"
"Probably more alike than I may seem," Satine mumbled as he let go and took a step back to analyse her.
"See," Jeonghan began, "I think you embody a yearning spirit who craves the mystery behind powerful men. You also crave control over said powerful men and you want to be the subject of their desires."
"Doesn't any girl?"
"Yes, but there's something different about you. I was about to say it controls you're every waking thought, but then you've let yourself be blinded by a struggling musician with less than a hundred dollars in his bank account... Why is that?"
That was the question she had been asking herself since the beginning. Why Mingyu? What was it about him that made her drop all sense of self and control?
There was an answer but even that was complicated.
"Because I fell in love with him unexpectedly. I used to choose who I wanted: businessmen, celebrities, millionaires. I never expected to fall for someone like Mingyu, and I think that means something. I think it means something that I ended up loving someone from an entirely different world."
That's what killed Satine inside. She had completely lost herself in being everything Mingyu needed, and it still wasn't enough. He wouldn't have wanted the old her and didn't seem interested in the new version anymore either.
Jeonghan dropped his head and smiled. "See, I don't think you do love him." She did. "I think you've settled for mediocrity because what you wanted in the past never worked out... You gave up." Wickedness overcame his features as he spoke with utter assurance and passion. "Don't you find it interesting that you always end up here with me? You will always crave more, Satine, something exciting; someone that gives you power."
It was true, but hearing it aloud silenced her.
"You're desperate to have control over your life, aren't you?"
She nodded.
Jeonghan stopped circling her and lifted her chin with his finger. It was a love-hate relationship between him and her rarely shown vulnerability. He enjoyed her confidence thoroughly but also admired a powerful woman willing to show their weaker side - those were the strongest of them all.
"Chin up, darling, that's okay." With her eyes large and glassy, she followed his brown irises down to her lips. "I suppose underneath it all you're feeling rather wild and unkempt in a relationship with someone like him."
She nodded again as Jeonghan's hands found her waist, making her breath hitch at the direct contact.
"If you were allowed the opportunity to bear all control, what would you do?"
Satine blinked, feeling the lump in her throat subside. What would she do? It had been a long time since she was in charge of her own body.
You see, there's a certain type of man that cannot stand the thought of letting a woman run wild without reigns, and they're often the beasts of humanity - hungry misogynists. But then there's the other type who are entirely confident with their masculinity and love to see women raise absolute hell.
Jeonghan was the latter and knew that the word chaos soaked in blood; boxed with a black satin ribbon was Satine's trademark.
He watched as her eyes flickered to the ceiling. She was thinking and Jeonghan was thirsty for her response. After a short pause, she brought her dark eyes back down to his and pressed her lips together in an interpretable smirk.
Jeonghan returned the smile, a soft one that made Satine's heart boil over. His heavy hands dropped from her waist to take hold of her dainty fingers.
"Show me." He cupped her hand and placed a single kiss on the top.
She breathed out, her heartbeat quickening at the opportunity arising. "I guess our time has finally come?"
He chuckled. "No, not quite yet, but I'm starting to think I'll need a preview just to prepare myself." He backed towards his bed, sitting propped against the headboard with a slack simper. His knee rested upwards with his ring-clad fingers lazing against his thigh, and then lifted his chin for her to begin. She had never come across someone so willing and for a second she didn't know what to do, but as soon as he gave her a subtle nod, it was like she was unleashed.
Unbuttoning her blouse slowly, a button at a time, Satine flicked her red hair over her shoulders to show off the skin around her collar.
Jeonghan was already moistening his lips, even before he saw the black material fall from her body to leave her corseted bra. She trailed a finger down her chest and stomach before reaching her trousers; inching them over her hips before letting them drop to the floor.
Fidgeting in his spot, Jeonghan watched her like art; gulping every time the light reflected off of the edge of her shoulders or her red hair acted as a frame for her canvas.
She turned around to watch herself in the wall-length mirror, bringing her arms up above her head to stretch. She could see him drinking her in, in the reflection and it only encouraged her to take her time.
He didn't mind, he wanted to savour the moment.
Unclasping her bra from the back, she threw it to the side of the room, ready to be met with her matching thong that Jeonghan was clearly enjoying, judging by the bulge in his trousers.
Once she slid the thin piece of lace off, she turned around and sashayed her way back over to the bed, taking his hand that was waiting to help her climb on like royalty. She rested elegantly opposite him with her legs bent and spread, giving him the perfect view of how wet she was.
"Right," he muttered, lifting his eyes to the ceiling to avoid the detrimental effects of her pussy.
"Look at me," she whispered breathlessly.
If there was one person he could never resist, it was Satine and that's what made the exercise so fucking hard. Her essence saturated the air with lust and carnal sin. There was no going back now even if he wanted to.
As his chin dropped, he let out a long, needy obscenity once he realised what she was doing. With her fingertips flat against her clit, covered in a layer of glistening moisture, she rubbed herself slowly.
"This was a bad idea," he groaned, feeling the overbearing desire to take her there and then.
She shook her head as she pushed two fingers inside herself.
"Satine..."
"Jeonghan," she gasped.
His eyes devoured her whole, practically drooling over her stunning form. The view of a woman pleasuring herself was nearly better than sex itself.
He gripped the bedsheets to stop himself from pouncing and to give her the space she needed to enjoy herself. God was she enjoying herself.
"Jeonghan!" She moaned out again as her body jolted.
"What do you need?" He was as composed as usual, but there was no mistaking his desperation once her eyes opened and locked with his.
Satine bit down on her lip as she pulled her glazed fingers out and used them to summon him forward.
"Viens ici, mon amour."
Watching as he prowled along the bed, Satine smirked as he reached forward and took hold of her wrist. The most delightful giggle radiated from her slim frame as he sucked on her fingers.
"Good?" She queried, raising her brows at him licking every last drop.
"I didn't get a proper taste."
"By all means-"
Before Satine could even finish her sentence, Jeonghan had secured her legs over his shoulders and was placing devout kisses down the inside of her thighs. He lightly nipped and sucked at the soft skin, leaving little red love bites scattered in his own signature design. Then spreading her open, he dragged his tongue along the line of her ass all the way up the moist pink skin of her pussy, stopping to suck on her clit.
She tasted like heaven, pure and utter heaven. But as she gripped onto his hair, practically suffocating him in the sweetness of her cunt, he knew she was the devil in disguise.
A temptress, a seductress, an enchantress - A man's downfall in human form.
Her fingers fisted around his bronzed locks, fixing him in place for maximum pleasure.
It's not that he needed any help, but he'd given her the opportunity to sin, so she took it.
Satine was thrown off guard as he sucked and pulled at her folds, releasing an involuntary whimper from her bitten lips.
The vibration from his gravelly moans sent shocks throughout her entire body, causing her to pull at his roots to get his attention.
"If- you- don't- stop- now," she uttered in between heavy breaths, "you won't have the pleasure of feeling me cum."
Jeonghan smirked, wiping the residue from his lips.
"What makes you think I'm not content by only watching?"
Satine liked sex. Actually, rephrase, Satine loved sex. Especially now that she had her victim wrapped around her little finger.
She was speechless because of the man lowering himself back down into the crevice between her legs, and usually only Mingyu was capable of that.
As he continued lapping at her, she shook her head at the predictability. With one swift movement, she had used her legs to twist both of their bodies, leaving Jeonghan lying underneath her with his chest rising and falling in awe.
"That was incredibly sexy." He'd never seen her from this angle, but he was starting to think it was his favourite.
"Thank you for that assessment, Mr Yoon." She smiled proudly as his front teeth pressed against his protruding tongue.
Dropping her hips back down onto his face, he slipped into her entrance, penetrating her enough to have her finally releasing the sounds he'd been begging to hear.
Ecstasy, he thought.
Satine grinded her hips back and forth as he spread her ass to unravel her more, gripping the firm skin with his rough hands.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried once the familiar feeling geared up to overwhelm her senses.
She wasn't going to be able to hold it back, no matter how badly she wanted to stay in the utter bliss of getting fucked by his tongue.
"Mmmm," she hummed as her legs began to shake unwillingly. The orgasm tore through her, leaving her stomach contracting in short bursts and having her hums transform into heartfelt groans from the intensity.
After licking up the sweet cream her body so generously offered, he took the small gap as an opportunity to ignite her further and spoke into her pussy. "All done?" He questioned, teasing with his lips as they brushed against her.
She tiredly nodded; her eyes still closed amid her climax.
"Well, something you should know about me..." He began by kissing her folds. "Is that I'm not done until you can't sit upright."
He wasn't going to stop unless she had soaked his bed. The idea of Satine so exhausted yet squealing in rapture was enough pleasure for him.
His tongue met her swollen clit again but this time he flicked it at such brazen speed that she screamed down his entire suite. She was still in the middle of her previous orgasm but as he continued to eat, she felt it intensify and she was left with her sensitive clit begging for him to let go.
Okay, so she didn't really want him to let go.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" She cried as another wave took control of her body, this time knocking all of the air from her lungs.
Satine collapsed back against his silk sheets, still trembling uncontrollably as Jeonghan pinned her down and continued rubbing her. She was gushing, leaving a puddle of wetness beneath them.
Once she was done, for good this time, he prowled on top of her and lowered his lips to her ear. "I make the women I like squirt, Coquette." His devious tone permeated Satine's skin with unparalleled warmth and desire.
It was the type of filth that had her wondering that if the opportunity presented itself, could she resist something deeper, something more pervasive. After all, he had only touched the surface, licked the sugar from the doughnut without taking a bite.
And his next words just added fuel to the flames.
"Take tomorrow off, sweetheart, I'll have human resources put you down as bedridden."
Satine smiled weakly as Jeonghan pressed his lips against her forehead and went to collect her clothes littered around the room. He really was a conundrum dressed in Saint Laurent with 'bite me' at his lips. Satine had to think fast before his head grew any bigger.
He was right, chaos was her speciality.
"Oh, Mr Yoon?" she sang after him, stopping him in his tracks with her thong dangling over his finger. He glanced back out of interest, enjoying his diamond rested up on her elbows, striking him with a beguiling gaze. "You should know I only let the men I like make me squirt too."
He blinked at her, amazed once again. She truly was the puppet master all along.
Jeonghan had met his match and sparks were flying.
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A/N
Anyone else hot?