The shift happened so smoothly that Seo-yeon barely had time to process it. One moment she was lying on the sofa, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, and the next Joon-ho was lifting her, his strong hands gripping her thighs and waist, his body positioning hers with deliberate intent.
The spread bar was still locked in place, keeping her arms and legs restrained above and behind her head, her body completely open and exposed. The position was inherently vulnerable, but Joon-ho's strength made her feel strangely secure, as if she were being held by someone who knew exactly what he was doing.
"Keep still," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. "I've got you."
Seo-yeon had no choice but to obey—her body was completely at his mercy, her limbs secured in the spread bar, unable to move or resist. The position pressed her body against his, her breasts flattening against his chest, her pussy positioned directly over his still-hard cock.
