In the imposing skyscraper that houses the influential Park Enterprises, Seonghwa serves as the ceo, a man whose authority and presence command respect and obedience. Known for his icy demeanor and unmatched business acumen, Seonghwa is a figure bot...
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: ̗̀➛ 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆 ༻⋆
We drove to Seonghwa's mansion in silence, the tension between us thick and electric. I sat beside him in the passenger seat, my stomach fluttering with a mix of nerves and anticipation. Every time we were together like this, I felt myself slipping further under his spell, losing a bit more control, surrendering a bit more of myself to him. And with every touch, every whispered command, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, that's exactly where I wanted to be—his, completely and utterly.
I'd been wrestling with the thought for days now, the idea of becoming his submissive, of giving myself over to him fully. It was both thrilling and terrifying, but with Seonghwa, I knew I was safe. He had proven it time and time again—he knew my limits, respected them, and somehow always managed to push me just beyond them, into that space where I found something new about myself. With him, I felt protected, cared for, even as he pushed me to the edge.
I glanced over at him, watching the way his eyes stayed focused on the road, his jaw set in that familiar, confident line. His hand rested on my thigh, a gentle but possessive grip that made my breath catch in my throat. I shifted slightly, feeling the heat of his palm through the fabric of my pants, and placed my hand over his, my fingers stroking his knuckles soothingly, trying to gauge any reaction from him.
He didn't look at me, but a gentle smirk played on his lips, and my heart skipped a beat when he interlocked our fingers together. That simple gesture sent a wave of warmth through me, a silent promise of what was to come. As if sensing my thoughts, he gave my hand a light squeeze, his thumb brushing over my skin in a reassuring touch.
The gates to his home opened smoothly, and my stomach did a flip as he pushed lightly on the gas, driving up the winding path to the front of the mansion, circling around the fountain. The sight of his house, imposing and elegant, made my pulse quicken. This place had become something of a sanctuary for me, a space where I could let go of all pretense and just be. Where I could surrender to him completely, knowing he would catch me.
As we pulled up to the front, Seonghwa cut the engine, and for a moment, we sat there in silence, the only sound the distant chirping of crickets and the soft rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. He turned to face me, his eyes dark and filled with intent, that familiar look that made my skin prickle with anticipation.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down my spine.
I nodded, unable to find my voice, my breath catching in my throat. I was more than ready. I was aching for it, for him, for everything he was about to give me.
"Good," he murmured, a satisfied smile curving his lips. He leaned over, his mouth brushing against my ear, his breath warm on my skin. "Tonight, we're going to take things further," he whispered, his tone a dark promise that sent a thrill through me. "But I need you to trust me completely. Can you do that?"
