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It was late in the afternoon, and you were finishing up getting ready for a night out with your friends. You had on your favorite short skirt—a little black one that showed off your legs—and a snug top to match. You admired yourself in the mirror, loving how confident you felt, and grabbed your bag to head out.
Just as you were about to leave the bedroom, your boyfriend, Lee Know, walked in. His sharp eyes immediately scanned your outfit, lingering a little too long on the skirt. He tilted his head, crossing his arms.
"Where do you think you're going dressed like that?" he asked, his voice calm but carrying that edge of authority he used when he wasn't joking around.
You blinked, confused by his tone. "Uh, out with my friends? You knew that."
"Not like that, you're not," he said firmly, gesturing toward your skirt. "I can see half your ass when you move."
You rolled your eyes, brushing past him to grab your shoes. "Oh, come on, it's not that bad. Besides, it's not like anyone's going to see anything."
Lee Know followed you to the kitchen, his gaze sharp. "Oh, no? Are you sure about that? Because from here, I can already tell you're not wearing any shorts underneath and that the colour of your underwear is red."
You paused, heat rising to your face. "The skirt's not that short."
"It's short enough that if you bend even slightly, it's a free show," he replied, stepping closer. His voice dropped lower, his eyes narrowing. "And that's a show only I'm allowed to see."
You felt your cheeks flush at the possessive edge to his tone, but your bratty side kicked in. "So, what? I'm just supposed to change because you said so?"
"Yes," he said simply, his lips twitching into a small smirk. "But since you seem to be in the mood to argue, maybe I should remind you why I'm the only one who gets to see that pretty little ass of yours."
Your breath hitched at his words, and your heart raced as he stepped closer. His hands found your hips, pulling you flush against him as he leaned down to your ear. "Would you like that, baby? Hmm? Should I remind you who this belongs to?"
His hands slid lower, squeezing your ass over the thin fabric of your skirt. Despite your initial defiance, the heat pooling in your stomach betrayed you. You tried to hold onto your attitude, though. "You're being ridiculous."
"Am I?" he challenged, spinning you around and walking you backward until your thighs bumped against the kitchen table. His hands stayed firm on your hips, holding you in place as his dark eyes searched yours. "You're mine, baby. And if you want to dress like this, you better understand the consequences."
Your breath quickened as he pressed a soft kiss to your jawline, trailing down to your neck. "If you don't want me to, just say the word."
His question made you melt. As intense as Lee Know could be, he never pushed you past your limits. You nodded, your voice coming out soft. "Show me."
"Good," he murmured, his lips curving into a smirk against your skin. In one swift motion, he spun you around and bent you over the table, your skirt riding up to expose you completely. "Look at that. Just for me," he said, his voice dripping with approval.
You felt his fingers trail over the curve of your ass before slipping lower, teasing you over your panties. "You really thought you could go out like this, act all bratty and not have me do something about it?" he asked, his tone both scolding and teasing.
You whimpered, arching your back to press into his touch. "I didn't think it was a big deal..."
Lee Know chuckled darkly, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your panties to slide them down. "Well, now you know better."
He teased you for what felt like an eternity, his touch light and calculated, until you were squirming against the table, begging for more. When he finally lined himself up behind you, you shivered at the feeling of him pressing against you.
He paused, leaning over you. "Last chance. You sure?"
"Yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Please."
That was all he needed. He pushed into you slowly, letting you feel every inch, his hands gripping your hips tightly to hold you in place. He groaned softly as he bottomed out, his breath warm against the back of your neck.
"See how good you look like this?" he murmured, his hips starting to move in a steady rhythm. "This is how you should be showing off—for me, and me only."
His thrusts were deep and deliberate, each one driving you closer to the edge. His grip on your hips tightened as he increased the pace, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.
"You feel so good," he muttered, his voice rough. "Gotta make sure you learn your lesson, baby."
You cried out, your legs shaking as the pleasure built to an unbearable high. It didn't take long before you were falling apart beneath him, your body trembling as your orgasm crashed over you. Lee Know groaned, his hips stuttering as he chased his own release, getting there moments later.
He stayed still for a moment, both of you catching your breath, before pulling out and reaching for a nearby towel to clean you up. He helped you straighten your skirt, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck.
"So," he said, his voice returning to its usual playful tone, "are you putting on some shorts now, or do I need to keep you here longer?"
You turned to glare at him, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed your annoyance. "Fine, I'll put them on."
"Good girl," he said, smirking as he stepped back to let you go. "Now, go have fun with your friends. But remember—this ass is mine."
