four

"So what I'm hearing is that I should revise your contract and come up with a completely different set of rules to meet your wishes?" He asks as if it's not been very apparent. I'm new to this entire thing and the thought of him even thinking that he owns me makes me very unsettled.

"Darling you have to understand that these are rules for a submissive. I live a life where I am dominant, I need a submissive to be with me" he tells me but it doesn't change my mind.

I shake my head, watching him from across the table as he sits his fork down, clearly not pleased by the great standard I've held. He lets out a small breath through his parted lips. "JungKook I can not be this way on command" I say.

"I'm not reading you" he tells me.

"I'm saying that I will not submit to you whenever you want. It won't be an agreement, it'll just be the way things are. If you're dominant in your everyday life then I may listen to you because I want to, not because I've signed a contract for it" I become a bit flustered at the way he's looking at me. As if he's not pleased at all but I must express myself.

Relationships or agreements don't last very long when there isn't honesty and great communication, in which being honest was listed as one of his rules. Which shouldn't even have to be a rule. It should just be standard as we are two adults.

"I'm sorry JungKook but I don't think I'll be able to sign a contract like this" his eyebrows crease in furry as the words fall from my mouth but they've already spilled, too late to pull them back in.

"This contract ensures our relationship, without it we have nothing" he slyly shakes his head, adamant on what he's said. But I don't mind. I won't push him further because I know it's not what I want.

"Then we will not be able to have a relationship, JungKook." Once the words fall from my mouth his face falls into a fixed frown, his jaw clenching subtly.

He stands up, his chair pushing back with the pit of his knees, adjusting the sleeve to his dark, long sleeved shirt that looked to be freshly iron. Again, everything about him is so well manicured.

"I'll have Mr. Kim drive you home." He pulls his phone from his pocket, fiddling with it for a small second before pulling it towards his ear. He starts to head for the doors and I know that my only way out is with him so I have no choice but to follow after him.

I jog a bit to catch up with him as he is taking large steps, his long legs giving him the advantage. He presses the button to the elevator before sticking his hand into his pocket. "Circle back around I need you to take Minnie to her apartment" his tone is thick and it slightly confuses me.

Maybe it's his thick accent but I am also sensing a bit of rising anger. Maybe he's pissed that I didn't want to sign the contract. But how would he be happy having me do something that would be miserable for me. I am completely inexperienced in being the kind of submissive he wants, it won't go well. If I go any further- continuing to be blindfolded, this entire thing will crash and it won't end well.

The doors come open and he pulls his phone down as we step inside. I've always felt much smaller than him but now it's makes me feel much, much smaller. He pressed a button and now the elevator starts to descend. Now he's standing with both of his hands in his pocket as I am standing on the other side of the elevator with my clutch in my hand. We are quiet the entire way down, only the noise from the elevator doors sliding breaking the silence.

Then there is a roar of people as the hotel lobby is the most filled I've ever seen it. I mean I know that I've only been here twice, but the day before there wasn't really anyone here, or at least I didn't see them.

We step off the elevator and he seems to make it his goal to walk a step or two in front of me. I can't walk that fast in the heels he has gotten me so I trail slowly behind him, making my way across the lobby. Once we reach outside to my surprise Mr. Kim I'd already there as if he was waiting already.

"Evening Miss Raileigh, Mr. Jeon" Mr. Kim opens the door for me and I climb into his beast of a car. When he closes the door JungKook has already disappeared and at the moment I feel a bottle of emotions.

Too strong for my liking, but my throat burns. Has he really gotten that mad that he'd leave me this way? Whatever, it's fine. I'm with Mr. Kim who'll take good care of me.

Mr. Kim circles around the car and gets in, pressing start and putting his car in drive. He doesn't speak much on the drive home and I feel as if it's for the better. It gives me a sense of relaxation, somewhat helping me to calm my entire mind. I've only known JungKook for the span of half a month, and I'm already feeling this way. It's like he has a pull to him, a web even, and it's attached to me. Whenever he isn't pleased the web stretches further, me reaching closer to the ground, but when he grins or gives me a wonky smile he pulls me closer.

Mr. Kim breaks softly and gets out to open his car door for me. He stands behind it as I step out.

"Evening Miss Raileigh. Enjoy the rest of your night" I would have been able to if I didn't feel too guilty about JungKook being mad at me. I give him a simple nod before going up the stairs to my apartment, pushing the door open and treating myself to a movie before I get tired enough to go to bed.

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It's been a few days since I've seen JungKook, our last encounter being at his brothers hotel for the contract negotiation. I hadn't heard from him since then, but I was fine. At first I hoped that he would reach out to me but as time passed I started to not really care. If things were able to take a turn so fastly because of something so simple, then maybe it was for the best.

My shifts at Bargain Books have surprisingly gotten better. Yesterday he wanted me to check people out, today he asked of me to just put any books I see out of place back into its regular place. We had many workers here so there wouldn't actually much work to do once someone got around to it.

"Don't work too hard" Jay approached me with a small smile on his face, giving the same creepy look he gives to nearly everyone.

I let out a small and nervous chuckle as I place a book into its slot. For some odd reason these days everyone is into fiction, which leaves this entire shelf to be nearly wiped out. The books falls a bit but I push a holder into its place to hold it upright.

"So I've been thinking about going golfing later. If you want to join I have a pair of gloves and a tiny skirt you can wear" he stifles up a laugh but I don't find anything funny. It's actually borderline creepy if you ask me. He's always fixing on the younger women around him. It's annoying.

"I wouldn't mind letting you off a bit early so you could get ready" he tells me.

I shake my head. "I have plans later on" a lie blatantly falls from my mouth. I have no plans, or no desire to do anything if I'm being completely honest. But what good is it to just lie? Maybe he'll get off my trail faster.

"Plans? With who?" He asks.

I almost want to roll my eyes but before my brain can even process to do so another voice speaks. And it makes me joyous to hear him again.

"With me. Her boyfriend." JungKook walks closer and puts his arm around me, holding his hand up to Jay. "I'm JungKook" he introduces himself.

Jay doesn't think twice before shaking his hand, but the crease on his forehead assures that he's a bit puzzled. But so am I. Did JungKook just call himself my boyfriend?

"We met already. A few days back?" Jay tries to get JungKook to remember but JungKook chooses to pierce his ego. He shakes his head and Jay continues. "I was wearing a brown shirt? White hat?".

JungKook squints his eyes, shaking his head.

"My apologies, but I'm Jay Park. And Minnie didn't mention that she had a boyfriend?" This would be a dick move if JungKook and I were really dating. But it's like Jay to try and sabotage something.

JungKook nods. "This is where she works, not a interview. There's a few things you don't know about her. Best we keep it that way?" He raises an eyebrow, Jay nodding.

Jay frowns a bit and I can tell that his ego is completely low right now, glad someone could come to show him that he is an ass. "See you next shift, Minnie" Jay passes me and JungKook doesn't hesitate to turn his head, looking back at where Jay started to disappear, "Asshole" JungKook says under his breath.

I roll my eyes as I pull away from him. "Why are you here JungKook?" I ask.

His frown soon turns into a small smile as he looks at me. "To see you. It's been more than a few days" I move away from the book shelf as he takes me by the hand, leading me out of the building.

"Yes, it has. But you stormed out on me and I was mad at you for it. You got mad over nothing" I say and he shakes his head.

"Darling my reason for getting mad at you was because I felt as if you wasted my time" he is blunt with his answer as he had always been but that doesn't mean I am not taken back by it.

"Excuse me?" I stop us from walking. He turns to me and nods.

"I was set on what I wanted and how I wanted it from you so yes I was quite pissed and I stormed out or whatever you want to call it, but I've had a change in mind" his hands gravitate towards my waist where he touches me gently before squeezing a bit.

My insides nearly melt at his touch but I refuse to let him be the reason I fall apart.

"I want a relationship with you wether it's the dominant submissive lifestyle I'm used to, or if it's just me and you being ourselves. I've thought about it over the days and I was pissed at myself for how I reacted when you told me. So fuck the contract, let's just be regular- with a bit of a twist" his lips turn into a small smirk and his fingers grip me tighter.

I can't help but crack a smile but I quickly force it away. "What if I don't want to do it anymore? I mean you basically said fuck you to me, and left before I could even tell you goodbye" I tell him but he shake his head.

"Don't think of it that way. I wasn't meaning to be an asshole I was just so fucking mad at you. But now I realized that it was all for nothing so I want you if you'll have me" his eyes peer down into mine and he gives me a sincere look, so sincere that my brain automatically makes me believe him.

"Or do you not want me to interfere with your work boyfriend?" He cracks a wonky smile, tilting his head to the side.

I give his chest a soft and playful push. "He's not my work boyfriend".

"So he's your real boyfriend?" he toys around with me.

And I find that I like this side of him. The side of him that smiles and is able to joke around, having his gorgeous dimples show to me.

"No, he's nothing to me at all. He's just my boss" I roll my eyes and he shrugs.

"Same thing in his mind. He's a fucking creep" he shakes his head as he remembers a bit about him.

I giggled. "And you're crazy for acting as if you didn't remember who he was" I say and he smiles, shrugging.

"Watching the color drain from his face was priceless. Wish I could do it again" he shakes his head.

"But I owe you for making you feel like I walked out on you" he says and I raise an eyebrow.

"You did" I make it clear.

He nods. "So I want to bring you somewhere with me." His hand snakes around my waist as we begin to walk towards my car. "I'll explain a bit when I come pick you up in the next hour. I have to make a quick run to my restaurant to assure that everything is fine so that our time will not be interrupted".

I go to pull my car door open—him not allowing me to. My hand slips from the handle as he pushes my back against my small car, placing his hands on either side of me to close me in.

He is tall so he towers over my body, looking down at me. "Are you okay with that?" He asks and I give him a small nod. "I want words. I always need to hear you".

"Yes. Im okay with it" I tell him and he nods to me.

He pulls back slightly, pulling the door open for me and resting his arm across the top of it. "I look forward to seeing you tonight. I know you'll be as lovely as always" he smirks at me as I sit inside my car.

A smirk that could burn the world down. And he knows it too.

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Leave it up to JungKook to act as if he's seen a top notch model in something a very famous designer sent her. His green eyes grow wide as I pull my front door open, his hands in his pockets, his eyebrows lifted. "Wow" he whispers, looking down at my legs, which I had conveniently shaven yesterday.

He brings his eyes to my thighs and past my torso to give my neck a look, finally looking at my face and hair where he seems to melt. "Baby you look gorgeous" he gently grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him, bringing me into a soft hug. He acts as if he hadn't laid eyes on me a hour ago where he showed up unexpectedly to my job.

I push all my thoughts about what he's thinking in my mind as my nose is nicely placed in his neck. He smells of rich, fresh liquid soap—his skin feels deliciously clean. His cologne is enough to make me only smell him but I'm not complaining.

"You smell nice" my voice is soft as I mumble against his neck, sending a trail of goosebumps there, making him shiver by mistake.

He gently pulls away, his hand sliding down my skin and to my arm where he takes my key from me.

"Thank you darling. Cologne by Versace". He gently informs me as he locks my front door. I love the way he takes control as if it's second nature- which it is to someone like him.

"And you smell amazing as well" he pulls the key from its lock and takes me by the hand to help me down the stairs.

"Thank you. Was a gift from my mother". He hums as we approach a dark colored car, the rings on the front of the car connecting to show its model. Just like Mr. Kim's car the windows are tinted, but not as dark. But you still wouldn't be able to see the inside of it.

He pulls the door open for me and I sit inside before he closes it, walking around to get inside. Of course his wind follows him and I am forced with his beautiful smell again and I don't hesitate to take in a silent sniff, enjoying his musk.

He presses the button to his car and the engine roars loudly. His cheek and lips turn into the perfect smirk as he turns to me, soon grinning widely.

I return the smile as I am in awe at everything at the moment. Him, his smell, his dimples, his lips. "What kind of car is this?" I ask, tracing my hand along the black, leather interior.

"Audi R8. You like it?" He puts the car in drive and I nod.

"Yes. Can you drive fast?" It was like I pressed a button, receiving a smirking JungKook.

"Don't get scared" the engine roared as he pressed the gas, shooting out of my apartment complex and woah, he's really pressing it. The car jumps onto the Main Street and the traffic light turns red just as we approach it. He doesn't even think twice before he presses the gas even harder, shooting past the light, a series of cars honking at us.

"JungKook" I say. My hands can't help but press against the door and the console as he shoots through traffic, now making a left turn to get onto the highway, inching closer to our destination.

"Don't worry, darling. I got you" his right hand leaves the wheel and is pressed against my thigh, gently squeezing to make it knowledgeable. And for some reason it calms me a bit.

The car slows down for a quick second but roars in power as he aims for the gas again. He switches lanes, dashing through and past cars. At this moment I am hoping that we don't past any law enforcements on the way there.

He eventually slows the car down as he pulls into the parking lot, stopping the car and handing the keys to valet. He helps me out of the car and we slowly approach the building.

"Lots and lots of elegant people will be here tonight. They're selling pieces of art" he motions to me that he wants to grab my hand so I put my clutch in my opposite hand, sliding my hand into his.

"Art?" I ask and he nods.

"Yes. Like paintings, sculptures, photographs. Feel free to let me know if you want anything, I'll get it" he sounds so generous as he speaks. Willing to buy me things, but I'm far too shy to even ask. I probably won't even take him up for his offer.

"Who would have thought that a guy like you would buy art" my voice is a bit low as the doors come open for us, two fine gentlemen dressed in white tuxedos pulling them apart for us.

He hums, pulling me closer. "My home is filled with many depictions of art. Hopefully one day I can bring you by to show you. I'm sure you'll love it. There's a large tub in my bathroom with jets, I saw you eyeing the jacuzzi at my brothers hotel" when I bring my head up to look at him his face is fixed into a smirk.

As if the small moment where I find that he notices the small things never happened he turns his head back forwards as we go deeper into the building. People are scattered everywhere, elegant people.

The walls are filled with large photographs with white frames around, and the paintings have golden frames around them. There are many sculptures, some tiny, some large, sitting on white columns that start from the ground, having a flat top so that the art can be presented.

As if no one here has sticky fingers there nothing guarding or keeping the sculptures safe. I guess everyone here is trustworthy, or nobel, sane maybe?

The walls are white, but it contrasts with the dim light, giving off the aura that tonight will be as dim. The floor is a light brown color, and there are roses along the walls.

JungKook manages to keep me from observing the room further as he lets my hand go to snake his hand around my waist. It is a pleasant feeling, I want more.

"See him" he uses his eyes to point at the man with a brown suit on, standing next to a woman with a dress to match, brown flats on. "His name is Ahmed. He doesn't let his wife wear heels because if she does she'll be taller than him and apparently that makes him less manly?" He raises an eyebrow.

I look to my side and back at him to see him shaking his head. "He's an ass" he whispers. When I say nothing he looks down at me, seeing me with a coy smile.

"You're quite the gossip Mr. Jeon". I can tell by the way his eyebrow raised that he likes being called this.

"I like that. Say it again" his voice is a bit low as he leans closer to me, pressing a small kiss to my cheek before lifting himself.

"Him there. He's a good friend of my brothers. I don't much like him" he quickly changes the subject and I learn that he's sort of good at this. Acting as if nothing happened. And it leaves me pressing my thighs together as the man approaches us.

"JungKook, how are you?" He is a bit loud as he appears in front of us, holding his hand out and shaking JungKook's as if his life depended on it.

"I'm well, I'm well" JungKook repeats the phrase and I can tell that he doesn't really want to speak with him. But after all, he did say that he didn't like him much.

"And who's this? She's beautiful and young" the man moves his eyes to my chest before anything and like a little kid I want to hide behind JungKook. I want to hide myself from him, giving him zero access to look at me or my body.

"This" JungKook slides his hand from my waist, swiftly moving in front of me a bit. It's like he read my mind. "This is Minnie. She's attending tonight's event with me" he makes sure his voice is a bit stern and the man instantly gets the message, judging by the look on his face.

He nods. "Well it's always a pleasure to see you JungKook" is the last thing I hear him say before he turns around and acts as if a piece of art all the way on the other side of the room is so intriguing.

JungKook curses under his breath as he looks in his direction. "Are you alright, darling?" He turns to me, his jaw clenching subtly. I can tell that the small encounter had made him a bit angered but he does well with controlling his temper.

"I'm fine. He seems like a douche" I say.

JungKook nods quickly to his own defense. "See? Told you I didn't like him. Old pervert. He's like fifty" he shakes his head, swiftly taking my hand.

"You're calling him a pervert? I wasn't born until you were in your double digits" I say and he cracks a small smile. There he goes. Smiling JungKook. A happy JungKook. The JungKook I like best.

"Whatever. It's not my fault that you are younger than I wanted, but I wouldn't change a single thing about you" he pulls my hand up and gently kisses my knuckles before looking into my eyes. "You're perfect love".

"Thank you." My stomach does this weird thing where it flutters a bit but I ignore it because soon there is someone else approaching us.

JungKook gently lets my hand go.

"We'll look who we have here. Self made has never been so arrogant. How have you been?" The man has a small beard, probably only a few days of not shaving. His suit is black, a white under shirt, and he smells like lavender.

JungKook smiles gently. "I've been fine. I won't ask how you've been because I don't care" the two both chuckle before JungKook shakes his head. "No seriously, how have you been?".

"Great. Great. Things with the bars have been running well. I get a new call every night that someone got into a fight but I'm not complaining" he chuckled and JungKook nods, stepping to the side.

"This is my sweet girl, Minnie" he introduces me to the man who smiles deeply.

"Well hello, Minnie" he takes my hand and does a small bow to me, making me smile a bit. I've never had a man do that before. It feels- well it feels great. I feel as if I'm being treated with much respect.
JungKook's smile turns into a fake and forced one as he chuckles lightly. "Alright that's enough" he gently takes my hand away from the man and holds it.

The man chuckles, fanning JungKook off. "I'm Xiao Zhan. It's so nice to meet you. Have you guys had a chance to look around? There's some lovely pieces here tonight" he says.

I notice that he has a dimple like JungKook. And also that he may have used some type of makeup on his neck. JungKook shakes his head.

"Not quite, we've just arrived" he tells the man and he nods.

"Better hope I don't buy everything before you get the chance" he tells JungKook with a smile before walking away.

JungKook chuckles lightly as he shakes his head. "He does bars. Owns a few over the span of three states" I notice that he is keeping me informed and I like it.

But I'm also noticing a pattern.

"Each of you guys have a thing that you do? Yours is restaurants, your brothers is hotels, and his is bars" I say and he nods, gently guiding me towards the first piece of art.

It's a painting. Sensual. A silhouette of a woman, on her knees, her back arched with her calves nearly pressed onto the backs of her thighs. Her air is long, her breasts small.

"Good girl you catch on so easily" he smiles. "But yes. That guy over there, his name is Wonho. He does gyms. And that guy, Felix, he does bakery's".

I love the way he speaks about this to me. Not in a bragging way, but in a 'I want you to know' way. It's highly attractive.

"Have you ever thought about doing anything other than restaurants? I mean before you even got started" I follow closely as he slowly walks along, eying each piece of art as he does.

"Actually, yes. I had a few thoughts. Clubs, bars, ice cream shops" he smiles as he speaks "but hotels were my original plan. Ever since I was younger".

"Really?" I ask and he nods. "So what happened?".

"I had a dream one night that if I did restaurants instead I would meet a beautiful woman and we'd start dating and fall in love and all that" when I realize he's toying with me I peek up at him, smiling through my lashes, just to see that he's already looking down at me.

"I want the real one" I say and he chuckles lightly.

"Well I had a vision. I've always loved black and gold together and wanted to incorporate that with whatever I did. Hotels aren't really the place for everything to be so- dark. Everything is bright and friendly. So I thought that if I did a restaurant I could do whatever I wanted" he tells me.

I hum. "So did you give your brother the idea about hotels?". I ask and he shakes his head.

"My brother and I were only apart of our own success. We purposefully didn't take any pointers from each other on what to do with our brand because we wanted it to be our thing. We accomplished it ourself".

I smile and nod as I look up at him. "That sounds great. At least everything is how you wanted it. And your restaurant is lovely".

He raises an eyebrow. "Really? Because you haven't been back ever since I first laid eyes on you." He smiles gently, tracing his eyes along the tiny sculpture. It's a man, his skin is as clear as glass, his hair fuzzy brown, his cheeks red.

"What were you stalking me?" I ask.

"I'd never tell you".

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The silver doors slide open and I find that JungKook has had more arranged than he said before. At the museum he mentioned bringing me back to the rooftop for champagne but he didn't mention that things would be entirely different.

The hot tub is bubbling as it was last time, the steam going into the air. There's a table with fine food and fruit on top, and a bottle of champagne sitting on a bucket filled with ice.

"I thought maybe you'd want to use this finally" he kept his hand along the small of my back as he guided me further.

It's a nice gesture, a very sweet one. I've never had anyone do something like this before. But I'm unprepared so how will I enjoy it.

"It would have been nice for you to tell me. I have no swimsuit" when the words fall from my mouth he looks at me, a smirk on his face. "JungKook" my voice is hesitant. I'm not sure what he's thinking. No I know exactly what he's thinking and it's not going to happen.

He shakes his head, smiling a bit as he grabs a strawberry from the silver tray, picking over the series of fruit there. "I'm always prepared for these situations" he points towards a chair and when I look there is a black two piece there. I'm sure he's gotten this because it will only cover up ten percent of my skin.

"Come on. You didn't actually think I'd want you to skinny dip in the jacuzzi?" he raises an eyebrow.
He's beautiful.

More beautiful than I've ever noticed.

I mean I've always been so open about my attraction to JungKook, he's everything a woman would want, but tonight- tonight's different. The dimmed lights shine on him just right, giving his tanned skin a different glare than I've ever seen before. And I can't take it. He's hot. Too hot for his own good. And I'm sure he knows it too. Yes, he has to know it. He knows that he's hot, and he knows that he taunting me.

"Well I wanted to, but I guess I'll just put this on" I cut my eyes away from him, seeing him lift his head to me. I know he wants to stop me, but he doesn't. He lets me continue to walk so I do, sitting my clutch and phone down onto the chair, taking the swimsuit in my hands.

"Thank you. Where will I get changed?" At the sound of my voice a woman appears. She looks older than the both of us, dressed as if she was a worker. But working for who? I'm not sure. JungKook has said that this is his brothers hotel so who knows what tricks he has up his sleeve.

"She will show you the way" JungKook uses his head to point at the woman. When I bring my eyes to her face she gives me a gentle smile. I feel safe. Safe enough to walk with her, to which she shows me to a bathroom.

It's large, and I can tell that this one isn't intended for the use of the guests here. She closes the door behind me so I free myself of my tight dress, taking my underwear off and changing into the clothes JungKook got for me. When I'm done the lady shows me back out and leaves. I sit my clothes onto the chair as I look around the area.

I smile as I place my eyes on the back of JungKook's head. I can only see so much of his neck, his tough shoulders and his arms that are hanging on the edge of the hot tub.

I can feel his eyes burning into my body as I walk past him, grabbing a piece of fruit from the tray. And as I thought when I look back at him he's staring at me. Literally staring. At me- at my body.

"I hope you have on clothes" a small smile forms on my face as I turn my body towards his, placing a grape in my mouth.

His right cheek rises as he looks at me, shrugging. "How about you come find out?". The words register in my mind and I almost want to jump inside to see, but I make my body calm itself before slowly making my way over.

"Nice and warm" his eyes meet mine as I slowly step in. It is. Very warm. Close to hot, but it doesn't burn my skin. It smells of chlorine, the jets are going, and the waters moving all around.

I hum as I sit down and he raises an eyebrow.

"Too scared?".

What?

"Scared?" I ask. What would I be scared of?

"To come and see if I actually have on clothes underneath." His voice is deeper than I've ever heard it before but that may be become of my senses. He intrigues me in the best way possible and I'm not sure if it's good for the both of us.

"Have to use your hands. Works like a charm" he taunts me. Tempts me. It's very tempting. And I want to see. I want to touch him. Touch his body. I can't see much because of the water but his chest looks firm, full of tattoos.

My eyes are now focused on the water, the wavyness in how it's moving, the bubbling looks very nice. It's hot in here but I feel things get hotter as JungKook lifts his back from the edge, stretching his arm over to me. And he touches me.

His hands touch my leg. And it feels good. He's not doing much but it feels really good. Too good. The best I've felt in a while.

He reaches higher, but not enough to invade. "Minnie" my name falls from his tongue and my eyes finally lift up to him. His Adam's apple moves a bit as he swallows, still reaching his leg further.

His large hand comes under my thigh and he grips me, pulling me off the edge a bit. I'm now standing in the hot tub, everything from a bit above my waist being very visible. And he pulls me. He pulls me closer to him. Not fast, everything is slow. Too slow. So slow that it makes my body ache in anticipation.

He steadily pulls me closer, his eyes not once leaving mine, staring at me. "Use your hands for me, Minnie. I know you're curious" his voice is soothing, tempting me in the furthest way possible. So I do.

As I am the closest to him I can be I push my hands closer to him, touching him at his knees. My hands slide further up and my breath hitches for a second. All I can feel is his skin. His bare skin, not the barrier of swimming trunks.

"Further" he tempts me more and I do. I can't help but listen to him. It's like it's my right.

I follow his command, sliding my legs further up his thighs. The tension rises quickly. Well if I'm being honest there has always been this sexual tension. It rose high when he asked me to touch him, and now that I'm actually touching him it's higher. Really high. And I can't help myself. I'm glad that he's giving me the opportunity to touch him. He feels nice under my fingertips. And I want to touch him forever.

My chest falls a bit when my fingers feel something. Very thin. I scrunch it up with my fingers and he gives me a wonky smile. He knows I expected something else and his smile is taunting. Basically saying that he didn't do what I thought he did.

But am I crazy for wanting him to do it?

A very faint chuckle escapes his lips. "There there baby".

My eyes fall from his, my cheeks blushing red. I can feel my face heating up and it's not what I want. I don't want him to be conscious of the affect he has on me. Making me blush. Making me melt. Making me turn into putty when he places his hands against me.

But he's tempting me. He knows he is. Which is why he has this stupid smirk on his face.

Who am I kidding. His smirk is the best I've seen. Beautiful white teeth. Pink plump lips. And the stubble across his face is beautiful as well.

I suck in a breath as I can feel something. His hands. They are sliding very slowly up the sides of my thighs, and I am putty. Once again.

"I am not the monster you think I am" his voice invades my ear. He is all I hear. All I want to hear. The sounds of the jet are non existent, as well as the sounds of the water moving around us. It goes silent when he's not speaking, and when he speaks again I can hear something.

But he doesn't, and there is complete silence in this moment.

But he slides his hands further. At least one of them. His left hand meets my waist where he squeezes me to putty as his right hand slides to the back of my thigh. He pulls my leg up and my hands fling to his neck. My legs are now both folded and at his sides, straddling his lap.

And he likes it. The smirk on his face convinces me so.

His hands slide to my waist again, gently rubbing the thin part where my bottoms hold me up. "Skinny dipping is one for your own. Not anything I'd do. But I'd love to watch you do it".

Suddenly his hands start to slide up further, his hands now palming my back as he reaches further, touching right where the top is tied. Is he going to take my top off?

But he doesn't, his hands only touch me there, gently rubbing me and it feels good. But not as good as he feels underneath me. He is close so I am able to feel his body. His chest is firm, abs firm, everything firm. Even below his waist.

Enough with this. I want him to touch me already. There is enough sexual energy in the air to get things going. And I'm already turned into mush at the thought- sight of him.

His mouth lets out a small and hastily groan as the jets bubble, the water moving and pushing me further onto him. I know it's from the friction below our waist, between us.
I finally move my eyes from his, looking down at his lips. They look smooth. Dangerously smooth. And he looks as if he tastes delicious.

He notices, just like he notices everything.

"Kiss me, Minnie Raileigh".

I want to. I really want to, but I can't find myself to make the first move. But before I can even hesitate or think too much about it, the tension rises further.

He starts to move closer to me. And as if I needed the validation my body wants it even move. I start to move in as well. Subconsciously. There is a small second before our lips touch and the heat rises even more. The feeling of his breath against mine makes me want more. And I want it. I want more. I want to touch him. I want to feel him. I want JungKook.

Our lips finally touch, softly at first. It's like we are both trying our best, being that we need to get used to each other. His lips are as soft as they look, maybe even softer than I imagined. I can feel his breath get heavier as he closes his mouth onto mine, our lips temporarily pulling away from each other.

But he comes in faster, harder, more rough. As if he's greedy for me. Greedy for my lips. And I feel the same. His lips attack mine, closing down really fast and biting my bottom lip. But it doesn't hurt. It all turns me on. He lets out a small groan as he pulls his head back, his teeth still capturing my lip. But he doesn't let go. He likes this. He likes having this control over me. I am able to do nothing until he lets me go and he knows it, which is why he pulls me closer with his arms, closing his arms around my waist.

He looks into my eyes as he has my bottom lip, finally letting go and coming in again. This time he uses his tongue. I can taste him. Really taste him. He tastes faintly of the strawberry he had eaten before I got changed, and it's wonderful.

Another groan escapes his lips. He lets out a small one every time I am pushed against him, but it feels good for me too. It feels really good.

His tongue gently brushes past my lips, him hungrily taking over. And finally a small moan escapes my mouth. But it isn't from the kiss. His hands slid up my back and he gently squeezes. This is what feels good. Too good.

My eyes flutter. My mind romping like the gates of heaven. My breathing increased. My temperature rising. I am officially bothered.

And it's JungKook that's making me bothered. Only he can make me feel this way.
His hands slide underneath the thin strap of my top and I don't even stop him. It feels too good to ruin a moment like this. This is what I want. I want this. I need this.

My hands finally do something. My palms touch his face, and I can physically feel the stubble on his cheeks and chin. And it feels lovely. A lovely feeling. I never want to let it go.

They stay there as I fight back with his same hunger. I'm hungry for him. I'm sure if he was to pull away I'd audibly whimper. I grow needy of him. In the matter of a few seconds.

I'm not proud of it. But it's the way it is.

I can feel his hands moving behind me. They fiddle with the strap until it feels very loose. He's untied it. And he doesn't stop. His hands soothe that part, still managing to move his tongue inside my mouth, doing so many things to me at once.

Another moan escapes my lips, softly, as he keeps his hands behind my back, his hands now reaching up to my neck. His entire palm grazes the skin there as he reaches for the part my neck is holding up.

With a single pull the straps come loose so he smoothens it out with his hands, pulling the top and throwing it against the edge.

And I like this. I like that I am on top of him, even liking the fact that he's under me more. His hands graze my skin as he pulls away from my back, now bringing his hands against the skin on my breasts.

He gropes me there, and I moan again, enjoying the feeling.

I find myself even more turned on as he traces his fingers against my nipples, rubbing the sensitive parts. The sensation is so great that my body yearns for more, so I moan into his mouth. He doesn't mind swallowing my moans as he does so effortlessly.

My eyes flutter when he pulls away from me but I don't react because instantly he goes down to my neck. He circles his warm tongue there, closing his mouth on the skin. Yes. It feels great.

"JungKook" I softly cry out to him. It feels too good. I'm so aroused. I want him. I want him badly.

But he ignores my pants, continuing his soft assault. His hand lifts to the front of my neck, just under my chin. He must have placed his hand there to keep me in place. And it does. As he goes lower.

His lips brush against my collarbone before my breasts where he brings his other hand up, squeezing me. He hadn't thought twice as his mouth covers my nipple. He sucks me there gently before licking, pulling back and going in again. He makes sure to squeeze my breast before nibbling on my nipple.

I am unsure what to do. I can't kiss him at the moment. And if I move my hands the wrong way I could possibly miss out on the sensation he's bringing me. My hands find it's grip on his shoulders-god they are firm.

But just like that, everything stops. At the ring of his cell phone.

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