so, I’m not the best subber out there. full disclosure: i understood like 90% of the video and took creative license to judge the context and sub for the rest of the 10% but I still haven’t found anyone else who was willing to sub hongbin’s new drama so i took it upon myself.
Author’s Note: If I could explain to you guys how long it took me to write this! LOL! I worked hard on it. It’s a little different from my usual themes (Dom!OC/Sub!Bias whaaaat?!), but I had a lot of fun writing it. Thank you again for all your patience! It means so much :) I hope you like it!
It is a truth universally acknowledged that people in high power positions tend to be very submissive in bed. It made sense. They spent their entire day making big decisions, high stress jobs that required 100% of their attention. It was only natural that in bed, they wanted to give up that control and let someone else be in charge of making them cum. He was no different. As one of the youngest and most prominent CEOs in South Korea, he spent many nights in compromising positions, tied up, pinned down, and so fucked out that it was impossible to count his orgasms.
You glanced up from your book at the clock nonchalantly. He always arrived at 11 pm. Sometimes he’d come once a month, other times he’d come every night of the week, but every session began at 11 pm. You’d give him another fifteen minutes. No sooner had the thought entered your mind did you hear the distinct knock of the infamous CEO. You laughed to yourself. He was the definition of punctual.
“Come in.” you said. The door slowly creaked open as he walked in, smiling shyly as he entered your apartment.
“Sorry I’m late.” He began. “I had to –“
“Stop talking. Take off your clothes.” You interrupted. His mouth snapped shut, but he did as he was told. He began undressing quickly, articles of clothing flung haphazardly in any direction in record speed. You fought the urge to laugh as you sauntered over to him, your heels clicking loudly on the floor.
“You kept me waiting.” You said simply.
“I’m sorry Mistress.” He said softly. You clicked your tongue disapprovingly. You pressed a hand to his chest and slid it down his torso, your nails raking across his skin, before cupping him firmly between his legs. His head rolled back with a shaky exhale.
“You know I’m going to have to punish you.” You said, smiling at the visible shiver that went down his body and the way his cock began to twitch before your eyes.
“Yes.” He answered with a slight nod of his head. You slapped him across the face, not hard enough to hurt but enough to get his attention. “Yes Mistress!” He quickly corrected.
“That’s better.” You said, rewarding him with a few pumps along his cock. You gently tugged him by his cock further into the room, stopping when you reached the bed and pushed him down on his back. He scooted back until he reached the head of the bed. You smiled at his compliance as you straddled his hips and reached up to handcuff his wrists to the bed. He watched anxiously as you secured him to the bed, his dick pressing against your thigh impatiently. You intentionally grinded against him, the only barrier between you being the thin lace panties you were wearing. He groaned deeply and bucked his hips up towards you. You leaned forward, placing kisses along his neck and jawline.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” you asked, your breath ghosting over his ear. He ran his tongue along his lips and nodded.
“Yes mistress.” He whimpered, his cock twitching under you. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before jumping off of him, leaving him tied and hard on the bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked, the alarm in his voice almost pathetic. You giggled calmly.
“We’ll need some lube, won’t we?” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. After fetching the lube from the bedside table, you climbed onto the bed and situated yourself between his legs. You spread his legs and kissed up his inner thighs. You stopped, maintaining eye contact with him, and enveloped him whole. His eyes widened in shock before they rolled to the back of his head.
“FUCK!” he yelled out as his head slammed back into the pillow. You chuckled with him inside your mouth, the vibrations added a new sensation. You pulled back to the tip, swirling your tongue around his slit, and lowering back down until you felt his cock hit the back of your throat. You continued between deep throating him and teasing the tip of his cock until a string of moans and the clinks of the handcuffs filled the room. You pulled back, pressing the tip of your finger against his entrance. He jerked in surprise, his cock twitching in your mouth in response. You leaned down and kissed his hip soothingly.
“Relax baby.” You cooed. You waited until you could feel his muscles relax before taking him in your mouth again. You slowly slipped a finger to the knuckle, keeping the same pace as your mouth. He moaned loudly, his teeth sinking deep into his bottom lip, unsure of which way to move. You added a second finger, curving them over his prostate while your tongue flicked over the slit of his cock. He thrashed against the bed, screaming your name.
“I’m…I’m gonna cum—” he moaned. You pulled your mouth and fingers away, squeezing the base of his cock to ward off his orgasm. He bucked his hips, desperate for any friction that might help him over the edge, but to no avail. The frustration and disappointment in his voice gave you a giddy sense of joy.
“Do you need to cum?” you asked sweetly, your grip still snug on the base of his cock.
“Yes, please.” He said, still breathless as beads of sweat began to run down his forehead.
“Well, that’s too bad.” You said, nipping at his earlobe. “You’re only allowed to cum when I say.” you said firmly in his ear.
You waited until his breathing returned to normal before starting again. You took his cock in your mouth again, alternating between sucking and licking, while you thrust your fingers in and out of him at a steady rate. By his fourth orgasm denial, there were tears in his eyes.
“Shit…I’m so close” he sputtered under his breath, his eyes shut tight. “Can I please cum? Please?” he whined. You pulled your mouth away, giving the swollen head of his cock a light lick.
“Yes, you can cum.” you said as you grabbed his cock and pumped it in rhythm with your fingers. High pitched moans and deep growls flowed as his hips bucked wildly.
“That’s it, baby, cum for me.” you urged. His jaw dropped and his head fell back as spurts of cum shot across his abdomen and chest. He collapsed down on the bed, the handcuffs barely supporting his arms. You continued to milk him for all he was worth until he began to pull away from you.
“Thank you, Mistress.” He said, his voice barely audible. You let him take a few deep breaths before getting up from the bed. You grabbed a towel and wiped your hands before sloppily wiping the loads of cum from his chest. Tossing the towel to the side of the room, you slowly slid down your panties and reached down to massage your clit. HIs eyes were trained on you, dark with lust.
“I think you need to make me cum. Right now.” You said. His eyes locked on your dripping center. He reached up and licked across your folds eagerly. He reached up to grab your thighs as best he could against the handcuffs. You lifted yourself away from his mouth and pinned his hands down firmly.
“Did I say you could touch me?” you scolded “Use your tongue.” You ordered. He nodded and swept his tongue across your clit in a way that made you arch your back with a moan. He smiled and continued to lap at your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.
“Good boy.” You moaned. You reached up and unhooked your bra, pinching your nipples and tweaking them. He moaned into your pussy at the sight. His wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, making you scream out in pleasure. Your fingers reached down and buried themselves in his soft hair. You leaned back, running your hands down his body and taking hold of his cock. He was already hard again. You ran your thumb over his slit, eliciting a strained moan from him.
“You get off on pleasing me, don’t you.” You asked.
“Yes Mistress.” he nodded, his tongue flicking ceaselessly against your clit.
“That’s it. Keep sucking my pussy like the naughty slut you are.” you moaned. You began to roll your hips on his tongue, eager to reach your own orgasm. He relaxed his jaw and let you grind against his hot mouth until you were tensing up and coming undone over him. He continued with soft licks, helping you along, until you’d come down from your high.
“Would you like to fuck me now?” you asked as you slid down his body, siting just above his erection.
“God yes!” he groaned. “Please.” He wasted no time, his hands coming out to take hold of your waist. His lips latched to your neck and began to mark you.
“Condoms are in the bedside table.” you moaned. He rolled over, quickly ripped open a foil packet and sheathed himself. You shimmied down and lined him up with your entrance. You both moaned in unison as you sat down on his dick, not stopping until he bottomed out. You reached out and gripped his shoulders, holding on as you glided up at a glacier pace before slamming back down on him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, rolling his hips to meet you thrust for thrust. With this new angle, every bounce had him brushing against your sweet spot. His lips came up and wrapped around your nipple, gently biting down and swirling his tongue around the nub. It was almost too much for you.
“Mmm…I’m gonna cum.” You warned. His fingers began circling your clit as you bounced wildly. You screamed as your inner muscles tightened around him and bringing him towards his own orgasm. His grip on your ass tightened as he emptied himself into the condom, dropping his forehead into the crook of your neck to catch his breath. A few halfhearted thrusts later and you were both spent, leaning on each other for support.
He kissed your shoulder, your collarbone, the darkening mark on your neck, and aimed for your mouth. You turned your head so that his lips would land on your cheek instead. You climbed off of him and threw your legs to the side of the bed, slipping out of those heels before walking to the adjoining bathroom to clean up.
You could feel the jolts of pleasure as you walked, the tiniest of movements still managing to stimulate you. You slowly wiped your face, fixing your smudged eyeliner and lipstick and smoothed down your wild hair (tasks that would normally take you 30 seconds stretched to five minutes). You walked back into the room to find the CEO carefully putting his clothes back on.
“Um…thank you.” he said, his cheeks flushing. You smiled endearingly at him. How could he possibly be embarrassed after an hour of fucking?
“No problem.” You said nonchalantly. He looked…cute. All the worry lines and stress induced wrinkles were smoothed out in his afterglow. You low key wanted him to spend the night, to sleep in his arms and wake up to that messy hair.
“Have dinner with me tonight.” he said rather than asked, his sudden change back to professional demeanor bringing you out of your daydream. He asked every time he came over and every time you said no. You didn’t want the type of life he was offering. And he knew that. You shook your head and pulled the sheet tighter around your body. He walked over to you, closing the space between the two of you before you could stop him.
“Then at least let me kiss you.” He said. Your eyes widened as you shook your head. Kissing him would make this mean something. Kissing him would unleash all the feelings you’d been trying to keep at bay.
“Just one kiss.” He said, tilting your chin up so that you couldn’t look at anything expect him. He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to yours gently, giving you the opportunity to break the kiss if you wanted. When you made no attempt to stop him, he cupped the sides of your face, deepening the kiss as if he’d been saving it after every dirty word, every hook up, and every orgasm. His tongue glided over yours, his tastes mingling on yours in this new, intimate way. You hadn’t been kissed like that before in your life and it made you yearn for more. You weren’t ready for him to pull away, but he did. He winked down at you, managing to make you blush. He put his jacket back on and kissed your forehead once more before leaving your apartment. You smiled as you locked the door behind him. He hadn’t been gone for 30 seconds before he came knocking on your door again.
“Did you forget something?” you asked. He shook his head.
“Same time tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure.” You answered.
“Great. I’ll bring dinner to you. Wear some cute pajamas.” He said with a proud smirk. He waved before you closed the door in his face, rolling your eyes and unable to wipe that stupid smile off your face.