Hello my naughty Stays. I'm in a group where I post censored, picture-inspired writings. Many have asked for the uncensored versions so you can thank them for these juicy writings. Each chapter will be different but all will be y/n. So grab a drink...
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"We're here sir," my driver, San, tells me.
He gets out to open the back passenger door. I adjust my shoulder harness and my silver 1911 firearm secured inside its holster. It was a gift from my father when I took over the Obsidian Wolf Clan syndicate. I roll up the sleeves of my crisp white shirt, my forearm tattoos showing. I get out of the bulletproof limo and San bows. My second in command, Yang Jeongin, flanks my left while my brother, Lee Yongbok, flanks my right.
"Do you think the owner will pay in full this time?" Jeongin asks.
"If he values his life he will," I growl.
"Come on Chan," Yongbok says. "He's cute."
"Yongbok, you can flirt with Hwang all you want but on your own time and when he pays off his debt," I say, clenching my jaw. I have no problem that my bother is bisexual. I do have a problem that he can't keep his dick in his pants when he sees a hot piece of ass.
"You need to get laid," he chuckles.
"Shut the fuck up. I don't trust women," I say.
"Especially after the last one tried to kill you," Jeongin says as we walk towards the entrance to the club. The bouncers pull back the red rope, bowing as they let us in. "What was her name again?"
My mind goes back to a year ago when I met Sora. She had been the one that sold me my latest convertible. I had left the background search to my brother who said that she was clean. So it was a shock to me when she stabbed me in my arm, missing my chest when I turned after hearing her enter my bathroom. I had spent the previous three hours having my way with her, as is my way. My second having heard me yell, kicked down my bedroom door, rushing in and quickly snapping her neck before she had a chance to respond. He paid a guard at the zoo to help him dispose of the body in the alligator pit, staying to make sure all evidence was digested. Later we discovered that she was paid off by the Golden Viper syndicate. That's when the war started and LA hasn't been the same since.
"I don't remember," I say, the music of the club bringing me back to the present.
The owner, Hwang Hyunjin, took out a loan with my organization so that he could turn a warehouse into a sex club, The Velvet Mirage. Patrons pay for privacy where they can live out their wildest fantasies. There are three main stages where dancers strip or where performer put on erotic shows while in the back are private rooms for a more intimate experience.
A woman passes us dressed in a latex cat suit. Behind her is a man on all fours, a collar around his neck and the collar attached to a chain that is wrapped around her wrist. He's dressed in a diaper with a pacifier in his mouth. He sucks loudly on it as he follows behind the woman. Disgusting for a man to be so submissive. My tastes are more dominate, more animalistic. Ropes, whips, and chains are more my taste. Seeing a woman suspended in the air with marks over her body, begging for my dick. Of course it's always consensual.
