“Are you going to eat everything I give you?”
“Uh, yeah… ugh…”
I nodded my head. Crouching on the floor, I tried to get my mouth as close to his member as possible. The inside of my mouth trembled with a lewd smell and sticky friction. It pulsated like the heartbeat he left behind. No matter how much I tried to catch my breath, it didn’t calm down.
“Ugh… ugh…”
“It’s torn here. Wouldn’t it be better to stop?”
He touched the torn edge with his fingertip. The stinging pain only fueled the thirst. I shook my head while crying.
“Just do it.”
“It could tear even more. Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Yeah, uh… ugh, hurry…”
“…Shaking your hips won’t help right now. Seems like I’ve taught you wrong, with all this bad habits and lasciviousness.”
I pressed my lips against his hand that was painfully stirring the wound. Trembling, I kissed his fingers. I desperately extended my wet tongue and licked them. His eyes, which had been staring at me coldly, narrowed. The color turned pitch black.
He spread apart my red, swollen lips with his fingers. Holding my jaw open until the wound stretched, he whispered.
“Relax your throat.”
“Uh, yeah… ugh-.”
With a loud click, the elongated shaft was inserted between my widely opened lips. The blunt glans pressed against my throat, completely blocking my airway.
“Ugh, ugh! Ugh!”
“You said you wanted to suck. You have to do it properly.”
As I felt suffocated, he grabbed my wrist pushing my hand away. He overlapped my wrists and raised them above my head, forcefully pushing my head against his groin. The rough stubble pricked my nose. Enjoying my gasping, he pressed down on my throat with force.
It felt like I was suffocating. It would have been impossible to escape with my mouth blocked. Black spots danced in my vision, and my body convulsed. Instead of struggling, I entrusted myself to him, allowing his relentless member to ravage my mouth and pierce my throat. It was the most dreadful oral sex I had ever experienced.
He grabbed my wrists silently as I coughed and retched, holding them closed when I tried to open my mouth. The viscous, hot liquid blocked my throat.
My mouth felt like a battlefield. Sobbing, I struggled to swallow. Droplets of dirty liquid fell to the floor. He slowly withdrew, leaving his still erect and throbbing member outside his pants.
Breathing heavily, I looked up with a dizzying view. Our eyes met as he watched me. His once cool and composed face twisted with lustful desire. There was no trace of the man I knew.
In that moment, I felt a deep emptiness. What if it ended and he didn’t come back? What if he didn’t take me home, didn’t call me late at night, didn’t kiss me when our eyes met, or nagged me to eat? Where did that man disappear to, as if he had suddenly vanished? It hurt like a gaping hole had formed, making me sob uncontrollably.
He silently lifted my arms and pulled me up. He wiped my face with his palm, but it was futile. Tears hung on my chin, dripping continuously. Moisture kept seeping into my eyes as if it would never stop.
“Stop crying, you’ll get dehydrated,” he said, watching me silently. He held my swaying arms and sat me deeply into a large leather office chair. He grasped my ankles, forcing my legs wide apart. They stretched over the arms of the chair.
I thought his face was getting closer. Soft lips touched the torn corner of my mouth. Then, he licked my wet eyelids and pressed his fingertip against the swollen hole between my buttocks.
“Ugh!”
“It’s swollen a lot. Does it hurt?”
Slowly, he parted my entrance with two fingers. He lightly probed the swollen folds as if checking their condition. The sharp and tingling sensation made my body tremble. Unable to respond, I lowered my head. He withdrew his fingers and took out a small tube from his pocket. Turning the cap, he inserted the tip into the tender folds and pressed firmly. A highly viscous white cream filled my body.
“Uh, uh, ugh…”
“You seem a bit better.”
He inserted his fingers again to check. With fingers curved like hooks, he scraped against my inner walls. I couldn’t move due to the loss of strength in my body. As he pressed firmly into the sticky interior, he said,
“Squeeze. Let’s see if it’s damaged.”
“Uh, ugh!”
“More. That’s it, deeper.”
Following his instructions, I exerted more force. My body trembled intermittently. His slippery fingers felt hard and thick. Like squeezing a pimple, my insides twisted. The engorged entrance turned darker each time I applied pressure. While he stroked the trembling folds, he casually remarked,
“It’s not completely torn yet. It could’ve been worse if I’d gone harder.”
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“Uh, ugh…”
The probing motions inside intensified. Pain and pleasure surged relentlessly. The sensation of climax, tensing my body tightly, made my shoulders shake. As he pressed his wet palm against the leather of the chair, I finally opened my mouth.
“Team Leader, I, uh, ugh…”
“What?”
While teasing the pointed tip of my hardened nipple, he replied. I couldn’t stay still, my waist twitching.
“I, front- touch, uh, ugh, please.”
“Only from behind. That’s what I taught you.”
The tip of the third finger pushed against the folds. Slowly delving deeper while tautening the sensitive area. His fingers inserted deeply enough to touch the swollen buttocks. Twisting his hand to press firmly with his thumb, he said,
“If you can’t handle it from behind, Lee Seodan won’t be satisfied today.”
“Uh, ugh, ah…! Ugh…”
“I’ll touch here too, so try it.”
His wet fingertips teased my nipple, brushing against the shirt. He pushed against the bulging flesh forcefully. There was a loud squelching sound from the open back. The friction of wet flesh rubbing against each other sounded. Short of breath, a whimper escaped through my parted lips.
A white substance covered my vision, swelling my body. It burst, causing my body to convulse. I tightly squeezed the fingers deeply embedded inside me. Allowing his unyielding member, dripping with semen, to remain inside, he never once removed his hot and persistent gaze from my face.
Withdrawing from behind, it left a mess of cream flowing down the leather of the chair. As I regained my senses, I curled up my body.
He was unbuttoning his shirt, standing a few steps away. The muscles of his solid chest, wet with sweat, appeared blurry to my dazed eyes.
“5-minute break.”
He said crisply.
“It’s not over yet. Don’t sleep yet.”
“Uh… ugh.”
My body trembled with the unrestrained sob. He was opening the drawer again. I saw him taking something out, but it wasn’t clear from my perspective.
“Let’s take off the rest.”
Approaching, he pulled the shirt buttons. He kindly lifted my arms to help me undress. Tossing the crumpled shirt to the floor, he bent down again. Something cold was placed in my hand.
“Try touching it. Get used to it.”
“Uh…”
I thought of the rest of the list he had mentioned. Spanking, tools, sex. I should have anticipated it, but my vision still darkened with anxiety. The tool clutched in his hand was something I had never seen before. Five iron beads, slightly smaller than ping pong balls, were threaded on a thick black cord at regular intervals.
He had left the room and returned with a cup. It was filled with a yellow liquid that looked like juice.
“Aren’t you thirsty?”
I tried to open my mouth, but it hurt. As I opened it slightly, instead of handing me the cup, he drank directly from it. Our lips touched softly. The cold liquid stung as it flowed into my mouth.
While lost in the kiss, he took the cord with beads from my hand. Embracing my cheek, he tenderly transferred the juice into my mouth as if coaxing a child. I secretly licked his lower lip with my tongue while drinking. I wanted to kiss him properly, but it seemed impossible.
“You rested too long.”
He said, glancing at the clock. His lips were red.
“Let’s finish quickly. Spread your legs properly.”
He naturally reminded me of a meeting. As his voice cooled down, the atmosphere instantly cleared as if a switch had been flipped. It was the same here. The momentarily relaxed atmosphere tightened again as if asking when that happened. Without any further consideration or words, he grabbed my ankles and spread them wide. I gripped the armrest and took deep breaths.
“Uh, ugh-.”
The cold beads brushed against the swollen entrance. He pressed firmly with his palm. The beads slowly penetrated as if forced open. As he inserted his fingers, he pushed the beads inside.
It was cold. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly. The sensation was so distinct it scared me. The size of one bead seemed similar to the vibrator I had used before.
With each bead entering, the entrance widened and then contracted again. When three entered, I couldn’t maintain composure anymore. I leaned my cheek against the leather to hide my flushed face. I turned my head and silently gasped for breath.
“Uh… huh, huh… ah, it hurts…”
As more beads entered, the ones that came first penetrated deeply. Breathing made their presence keenly felt beneath my belly. It felt like my insides were full, yet he pushed another bead into the entrance without a word. Despite my efforts, the slippery beads were useless. Slowly penetrating, they collided with each other inside. A breathless whimper escaped.
“More, I can’t take anymore…”
It wasn’t an exaggeration. I blinked away tears as I looked up at him. He was watching me between my widely spread legs. I glanced down at my swollen buttocks covered in spotted marks and the hole being gripped by the black cord. Forgotten embarrassment surged like a wave, staining my cheeks. I turned my head and whispered with an unstable voice.
“Really, uh, I can’t take any… ugh!”
The heavy bead felt like it would pop out of the entrance. The painful folds seemed to stretch. He inserted his index finger forcefully, piercing deeply inside. The beads pushed up one after another. I stiffened my body, feeling a lump in my stomach. Tears welled up with fear.
“It hurts… my stomach…”
“Where does it hurt?”
He asked, pressing firmly on my flat belly with his palm. Unable to make a sound, I opened my mouth and gripped the armrest tightly.
“Aren’t you curious how far it’ll go in?”
“Uh, huh, please… stop…”
Yellow, red. Could I say either one? The words I had buried under my tongue, promising to spit them out when I reached my limit, quieted again as I looked up at his determined face. He kissed my crying face, then pulled the cord to remove one bead.
The beads, strung across the swollen entrance, slowly exited, sending shivers down my body. As he gently stroked the swollen entrance with his palm, he said softly, “We’ll put them all in anyway. Breathe, and let me know when you’re ready.”
“Uh, huh, huh…”
I turned my eyes away from the sight. His gentle touch, like caressing the wrinkles, was soothing. The foreign sensation drained the strength from my body. He removed his hand and said briefly, “Don’t hold your breath. Let’s put them all in at once.”
The round surface of the bead touched the entrance again. I clenched it tightly and let out tears. I desperately tried to relax. The beads slowly pushed in. My body was filled without gaps. Then the next one touched the swollen folds. Without waiting, he pressed firmly with his palm. The fifth bead forcefully entered, stretching the entrance wide.
Silently opening my mouth, I barely breathed. My body was stiffened. He tapped the bulging entrance and said as he removed his hand,
“I fed you as much as I could, spill it and you’ll regret it.”
“Uh…”
He grabbed the round loop at the end of the strap and lightly pulled.
“If you let out even one, I’ll pull them all out at once. Bear down and hold on tight.”
“Uh, uh, huh.”
“Get up. Let’s go upstairs.”
Thinking I misheard, I looked up, but he was already turning away. He swung open the study door and looked back at me.
“You can crawl if you want. As long as you don’t spill, I’ll take them out without hurting you. But if you can’t, you’ll be penetrated until the holes are all used up today. Get up, how long are you going to stay there?”
Just breathing made the last bead in the entrance feel like it would come out. It hurt so much that my body tensed up as if it were going to collapse. I suppressed my tears and grabbed my ankle, which was hanging over the armrest, with trembling hands and pulled it out. Each time I exerted force, a sound escaped from my throat. My thighs, which had been spread, were sore and pulled. I struggled to gather both legs and stand up.
“Uh!”
As I exerted force, the weight shifted. I sank down as if I were about to fall. I nervously turned my hands back to check if the beads were still there. I felt the slightly open entrance. The strings and loops intertwined like tails between the wrinkles.
“Let go of your hands.”
Standing at the threshold, he said shortly as he watched me. I knelt down and bowed my trembling upper body. I looked down at the floor pattern in the parquet.
I knew. Even if I crawled, it was made for me to do so. While he watched, the beads were already filled in the back, and I was crying as I climbed upstairs on all fours as he had planned. I knew, yet my breath trembled and my cheeks turned red. My vision darkened.
I didn’t want to. I couldn’t understand why I had to go this far. I wanted to stand up, pull out what was inside of me with my hands, spit out the safety word, leave him, and walk out the front door. Even if I did that, he would send me off without saying a word. He would listen to my resentment, never force me into a similar situation again.
Now that I knew that, I couldn’t get up anymore. If I spat out that I couldn’t do it here, he would probably close one door from me with a gentle look. There would be a line I couldn’t cross, a distance I couldn’t embrace, left between us for the rest of our lives.
I took a deep breath. A sorrowful sob emerged. With my naked body, I crawled slowly step by step. He didn’t mock my pathetic appearance. He stood there with an expressionless face, watching me.
The small study now felt as vast as a stadium. Every time I took a step, the heavy beads clicked and pushed against the entrance. I trembled, gathered my shaking legs, and exerted force on the stinging, sore folds. When I reached the threshold where he stood, he silently let me pass through.
I no longer had any thoughts. I only thought of the bedroom door on the second floor as if my vision had narrowed. As I crossed the living room, my vision blacked out several times. My back was damp with cold sweat.
I stopped in front of the stairs and pondered. If I didn’t like him, why did I have to climb these stairs for any reason? I felt the gaze pinned to my back. I reached out with trembling hands and grabbed the stairs. I pushed my fingertips, pale from being wedged between each step, into the gap and pulled myself up while supporting myself.
If I had just kept going, I could have done it. My stomach hurt like it was filled with stones, and I couldn’t feel my back, but I felt like I could endure it somehow.
It was because the tension was relieved by the thought that I could do it. My numb knees slipped awkwardly halfway up the stairs. I desperately grabbed the stairs to stop my body from falling backward. I grasped the sharp edge between the stairs with my nails, but my wet hands slipped easily.
I tightly shut my eyes. Then my body, about to roll down, stopped. A firm arm wrapped tightly around my waist, and a heavy warmth enveloped my body.
“…Useless.”
He said in a sinking voice. His firm chest pressed against my back like a weight. Crushed between the stairs and his body, I breathed heavily.
Our eyes met. He gently pressed his lips against mine and quietly said,
“Hold onto the stairs.”
I unconsciously obeyed. I stretched out my arms, inserted them between the stairs, and held onto the wood firmly. I understood his meaning when he spread my thighs and brushed between my buttocks. One of the beads that had been pushing out of the entrance had slipped out.
I didn’t utter a word of protest. I bit my lips as tears flowed down silently. He grabbed the round loop at the end of the strap, wound it around his fingers, and without any hesitation, pulled it hard.
“Aaack! Ugh, ugh, ugh! Ugh….”
If he hadn’t held onto my waist, I might have fallen. Everything in front of me turned dark and white. It was stained and bruised. There was no strength in any part of my body. He held onto my convulsing arms and legs. He immobilized me, spread my legs, and nestled his swollen member between my buttocks. The glans pressed against the gaping, reddened folds, and it was a rough insertion.
My knees pressed painfully against the stairs’ wood. I scratched the smooth wood with my nails while trembling. My mind scattered. I couldn’t even speak and sobbed with a twisted tongue. Thump, thump, he relentlessly thrust into me. He pushed and prodded my flesh with his hot shaft. He grabbed my trembling hands and intertwined his fingers with mine. With a firm grip, he completely withdrew his member and prodded at the gaping hole with the glans.
“Ask for it to be inserted.”
My breathing was rough. His lips touched my eyelids and the bridge of my nose.
“Ask for it to be inserted and pushed in, say it with your mouth.”
Our lips touched. He had an impatient, restless expression. He licked the torn corners of my mouth with the tip of his tongue as if urging my paralyzed tongue. I barely managed to speak with a twisted pronunciation.
“Insert it, inside…”
Neither he nor I were in our right minds. As our lips roughly met, he pushed his thick member inside. He fixed me in place, forcing my buttocks up and down. Hot lips touched my hair and earlobes. They bit and licked painfully. “What the hell,” he muttered incoherently. Without continuing his words, he grabbed my waist. He forcefully pressed his inserted member, crushing my insides like kneading dough.
I writhed. I hung onto the stairs, crying and hanging onto him. The sensations in my body, whether pain or pleasure, burst out like an uncontrollable flood. He gently wiped away my swollen eyelids with his lips. He caressed my back and buttocks with his palms. He sucked and bit my neck and upper back.
“…Can, go, now.”
I barely muttered amidst our kiss. Instead of replying, he grabbed my genitals. He gently grabbed them while caressing them deeply. The blunt glans tip reached its climax and throbbed. I tried to bite it, but only a muffled sound escaped. It was like convulsing alone in the dark. As our lips met, he muffled my cries. He pushed his member inside until it couldn’t go any further, pressing against the edge of my cavity.
Something hot burst inside me. He continued to thrust slowly as if not satisfied with ejaculation. He smeared the sticky fluid evenly and prodded me. The climax, once started, continued without end. I clung to him out of fear. It repeatedly surged and receded like black waves. He nibbled and licked my trembling lips. He gently caressed my convulsing body with his palms.
His member slowly retreated. Semen leaked incessantly from the unfilled hole and fell onto the stairs. He tightly hugged my trembling body filled with breathless sobs. He climbed the stairs with me in his arms, unable to climb them myself. He pushed open the door I couldn’t open and lay me on the bed with careful arms.
His firm arms were wrapped around my waist. I met his stinging gaze as he stared at me. “…”
I knew the face, I knew the eyes. I slowly closed my eyes again, sinking my breath. I leaned my cheek against his chest.
Sleep poured in terrifyingly. The wave dragged my ankles and pulled me under the surface. The last thing caught in my sight was the man looking down at me. His forehead was furrowed, and his lips were tightly twisted. I wanted to reach out and smooth his expression, but my body wouldn’t listen. The black darkness seeped into my vision like water and slowly spread.
***
Warm darkness covered my blurry vision. It was his palm.
Although he wasn’t putting any weight on me, he was straddling me. Through the small gap between his fingers, I could see the darkness of the room. His shadowed face was there in the dark shades.
I slowly closed my eyes again. My body hurt. My knees, buttocks, waist—all of them throbbed with different pains. My face was hot, and my head pounded. Judging from the stinging sensation inside my eyelids, my eyes must have swelled like fish. As I lay motionless, the warmth on the top of my head dissipated. The disheveled blanket was pulled up to my chest.
“Having something to eat and then sleeping might be better. How about getting up for a moment?”
It was a dull voice. When I didn’t answer and continued to lay down, the mattress swayed lightly under his weight.
“I’ll be in the living room, so rest more. Come down if you’re hungry.”
I reached out and almost fell out of bed. Faint ringing echoed in my ears, and the ceiling spun around. He immediately caught my shoulders and hugged my body, which was half out of bed, and laid me down. I heard a faint sound of him lightly licking his tongue where our noses touched.
“Drink it, don’t leave it.”
