The city lights of Seoul flickered outside my mansion window, casting a warm glow across the room.
I leaned back against the plush cushions of my sofa, the soft fabric brushing against my skin, and let out a slow, shuddering breath. My heart raced, not just from the wine I had sipped earlier, but from the thoughts swirling in my mind thoughts of him.
Min-ho. Just the thought of his name sent a rush of heat through my body i could still feel the weight of his gaze from that night at the party, the way his eyes had roamed over me, assessing, hungry i had never felt so exposed, yet so alive the thrill of his presence lingered, igniting a fire deep within me.
I shifted, my body responding to the memory of his touch, the way he had brushed against me, sending electric shocks through my skin. I could almost feel his fingers trailing down my spine, teasing, exploring my breath quenched as I imagined what it would be like to surrender to him completely, to let him take control.
With a soft sigh, I let my hand slip beneath the waistband of my sweatpants, my fingers grazing over the fabric of my boxers. I closed my eyes, envisioning Min-ho's strong hands gripping my wrists, pinning me down, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered commands that made my pulse race. The thought alone was enough to send a jolt of desire coursing through me.
I began to stroke myself slowly, my mind racing with fantasies of submission and pleasure. Each movement was deliberate, building the tension within me, and I could almost hear his voice urging me on, coaxing me to let go of my inhibitions. I imagined the weight of his body pressing down on mine, the delicious mix of pain and pleasure as he pushed me to my limits.
The world outside faded away, leaving only the sound of my breath and the rhythm of my hand. I was lost in the moment, consumed by the heat pooling in my core, the need for release growing stronger with each passing second. I craved him, craved the connection that went beyond the physical a bond forged in desire.
As I neared the edge, my thoughts spiraled into a whirlwind of what-ifs and maybes. What if I let him in? What if I let him take me to places I had only dared to dream of? The thought sent me over the edge, my body arching as waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.
I collapsed my back against the cushions, my heart racing, the aftershocks of my release still tingling through my body. But even in that moment of bliss, one thought lingered in my mind i needed to see him again. I needed to explore this connection, to dive deeper into the world he inhabited, where pleasure and pain intertwined in a dance of dominance and submission.
And I was ready to surrender.