Chapter 4 PLUSE AND OBEDIENCE

The silence between us wasn't empty-it was loaded, heavy with unspoken things. His hand remained at the back of my neck, fingers splayed possessively, claiming skin that burned for him. I felt his breath ghost over my lips, not kissing me yet-just hovering, teasing, waiting for permission I'd never admit aloud.

And I hated how much I wanted him.

My body betrayed me first. I leaned forward slightly, and that was all it took.

He took my mouth like it belonged to him-slow, but not gentle. His tongue licked into mine, tasting, owning, memorizing. I opened for him like something ancient and aching had finally been unlocked. There was no thought. No rules. No position, no power. Just heat and hunger, and the sound of my own moan spilling against his lips like a confession.

He pulled away just enough to whisper, "You like being kissed like that, Eun-mi?"

My name in his voice... God.

It didn't sound like a question. It sounded like a statement-a promise.

"Yes," I breathed before I could help myself.

His hand slid down from my neck, dragging along my chest, just enough to skim the curve of my breast. "Say it louder."

"I like it." My voice cracked. It wasn't enough.

He leaned in, brushed his lips over my ear. "That's not what I said."

"I-" My breath hitched as his thumb grazed my nipple through my blouse. "I like being kissed like that."

"Good girl."

I whimpered.

He unbuttoned the first three buttons of my blouse. Not roughly. No tearing. But it felt devastating just the same-like each button was a vow being undone. My skin shivered beneath his knuckles as he pushed the fabric aside and kissed my collarbone.

"You wear silk to work," he murmured. "You already know how good you look. But you have no idea how much I've wanted to take it off you."

I should've stopped him. But my hands were trembling against his shirt, desperate to peel it off. His body was warm and hard beneath the fabric, and I craved the skin-to-skin, the feel of him pressing down on me.

"You shouldn't talk to your boss like that," I whispered, even as I arched into him.

He smiled into the hollow of my throat. "You're not my boss right now."

And somehow, those words unraveled me more than anything else.

He lowered me back onto the couch, his hands sliding beneath my skirt. My thighs opened for him instinctively. My body was no longer mine-it answered only to him, to the way his breath touched my skin, the way his fingers moved like he already knew how to make me come undone.

He pressed a kiss just above my knee. "Keep your legs open. Don't move unless I tell you to."

My heart stuttered.

It wasn't the words-it was the way he said them. Commanding, but tender. Like he knew I needed to be told what to do. Like he saw the part of me I'd hidden from everyone else. The part that craved surrender.

I nodded. "Okay."

"Say it properly, Eun-mi."

"Yes... Sir."

He growled softly and kissed the inside of my thigh.

He didn't rush.

He didn't even touch me where I needed him most. Not at first.

He teased. With his mouth. His tongue. His fingers tracing the edges of my underwear like a torment. I whimpered and bucked, but he held my hips down with one hand and looked up at me with that wicked gaze.

"Don't move."

I tried. I really did. But when he finally peeled my underwear aside and pressed the flat of his tongue against me, I gasped so sharply it made my vision blur. He licked into me with slow, calculated strokes. Deep. Firm. Controlled. My hands flew to his hair, fingers tightening like I was falling and he was the only thing anchoring me.

"Oh my God..."

He didn't stop. Not even when I came-shuddering, gasping his name. He kept licking me through it, drawing every drop of pleasure from my body like he was addicted to the taste of me.

When he pulled back, his lips were wet. His eyes, dark and wild. "You taste like fucking heaven."

I was shaking. Floating. I couldn't speak.

But he didn't give me time to recover.

He stood up, stripped out of his shirt in one fluid motion, then undid his belt and pushed his pants down. My breath caught as he kicked off the rest of his clothes and stood before me, fully, completely exposed.

I reached for him without thinking, but he caught my wrists and pinned them above my head.

"Not yet," he said. "You said you like being kissed like that. Let me show you what else you like."

He kissed me again-rougher now. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, trying to pull him closer, trying to feel him press into me, but he kept the pace slow.

Teasing.

I whimpered, desperate and undone.

"You want me?"

"Yes."

"You want me to fuck you?"

I nodded.

"Say it."

"I want you to fuck me," I gasped. "Please."

He groaned like the sound of my begging undid something primal in him. He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching my face the whole time. It was torture-sweet, unbearable torture. I felt every stretch, every pulse.

"Jesus, you're tight."

"Don't stop," I whispered.

"I couldn't if I tried."

Once he was fully seated inside me, he stilled. I tried to move, but he grabbed my hips and held me down. "You come when I say. Not before."

I cried out. "I can't-please-"

"You can." He kissed my jaw. "You will."

He started moving, slow and deep, hitting every spot that made me see stars. And every time I got close, he stopped-teasing me, denying me, making me beg louder. My pride shattered. My power. My control.

Everything I was outside this room... none of it mattered.

He fucked it out of me-every guarded wall, every defense I'd built.

By the time he finally let me come, I was sobbing his name, shaking beneath him, clinging to his shoulders like he was the only thing holding me together.

He came seconds later with a deep groan, collapsing against me, sweat-slicked and trembling. Our bodies still tangled, hearts still racing.

For a long time, we didn't speak.

Then he brushed my hair back, looked down at me.

"Eun-mi," he whispered, softer than he'd ever spoken to me before. "What are we doing?"

And for the first time in years... I didn't have an answer.

.........

His lips trailed fire down my collarbone, his breath hot and uneven as his hands slipped beneath the silk of my blouse, spreading over my back like a question he already knew the answer to. I arched instinctively, craving the rough press of his body. There was nothing gentle left in him now-only hunger, raw and deep, and it matched the ache building inside me like a dam about to break.

"Eun-mi..." he growled, the way he said my name making my knees tremble.

He pinned me softly against the wall, kissing me with a desperation that told me he'd waited for this-aching for it, dreaming of it. My fingers threaded into his hair, clutching him as he lowered his mouth to my chest, tongue teasing through lace and heat.

I gasped when his hand dipped between my thighs, stroking through my soaked silk like he already owned my pleasure.

"You're burning for me," he whispered.

"I'm yours," I moaned, not recognizing the breathless voice that escaped me. "Take it."

He didn't hesitate. With a groan, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me toward the bed, and everything else vanished-there was only this heat, this moment, and the way he unraveled me completely.