The Sadist and The Masochist - Jihope Romance [Smut and Fluff]

Part Three - The Other Side

The SUV pulled into a space in an underground parking garage, hidden beneath a soaring tower.

Is this his apartment building? It's insane.

I grabbed the wine from the backseat and he led me out to two elevators, clicking the call button as we waited side by side. A couple came up behind us.

*Ding!*

The doors hovered open, allowing us to walk in first. The floor was a black and white marbled pattern with the walls a matted, stainless steel.

They followed after, turning to face the door in front. A thin woman in a white pencil dress stood directly in front of me.

"What number?" she turned, asking in a creamy voice. Her black hair cascaded down her back in voluptuous curls.

Damn.

"Forty-Two," Hoseok answered.

She turned, clicking two buttons before the doors closed. My gaze fell to her curvaceous figure. Her proportions were incredible; tall, skinny waist, plump ass. I couldn't help but look.

I felt a hand on my lower back, the warmth of Hoseok's fingers spreading across the area.

I love when he touches my back.

It slid lower. I glanced up at him, his eyes fixed forward, expressionless. It continued down, cupping over my ass and squeezing, fingertips digging into the tight material of my jeans.

I tensed.

What the hell are you doing?

"Ehem," I cleared my throat, breaking the silence. My hips jerked forward instinctively as he kneaded into the flesh, ignored my subtle plea. I looked back at him again, eyes begging.

He ignored me still, squeezing and pulling relentlessly.

Okay, fine. I'll deal. It's not like you can do much through these jeans anyway.

His hand moved up and slipped behind the fabric, fingers pressing against my skin.

You've gotta be kidding me, we're in an elevator with strangers!

A finger reached over the top of my crack, pressing down and pulling up between the folds of skin. I struggled to stifle the noise in my throat. My hand reached out, grabbing at his shirt and tugging the material, begging him to stop.

*Ding!*

The elevator alarmed, the number 30 displayed in red letters above the doors. 

His hand slipped out just before they opened, returning to its' place on my back. 

I released his shirt, hand dropping down to my side. 

The man stepped out, the woman following close behind as her high-heeled shoes clicked against the floor. Her ass practically bounced with each step.

The doors hovered closed behind her.

"Remember earlier when I said I own you?" Hoseok asked as the elevator continued upward.

"Yeah, why?" I said looking up at him, ignoring his previous risqué actions.

He leaned in, lips centimeters from the burning skin of my cheek. "I wasn't fucking around," he growled.

He must've seen me staring.

"I-I...uuhm..." I stammered, stumbling backwards into the side wall, careful of the wine bottle in my hand.

He pressed his palms together, pointing his fingers toward me. "Maybe I still haven't conveyed to you exactly what I mean," he threatened, poking my chest hard enough to slightly compress my ribcage. "But don't worry, it'll become clear very soon."