trigger warning- spanks, whips, cuffs, etc. I apologize.
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I gulped, going to turn the handle and open the door but it was locked. The only key on this chain was the car key. Sneaky.
I knocked, thankfully a knock can't give off how nervous I was. Or I'd be busted.
I heard the chain lock being removed then the doorknob lock slowly click open, Joon slowly opened the door. Eyeing me up and down, "You're late.", he said sternly.
He was dressed in a suit, a brown suit with a red tie and a black button down underneath. Business, that's the entire vibe I got- I think I was on point.
He tugged me into the apartment with force. "I gave you a specific time, you weren't back in time.", he scolded.
I couldn't muster up any words, but I figure this can't be a one way thing. I've never done anything remotely close to something like this, I didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry."
"Excuse me?", he said. He whispered a few things to me, breaking his character he was portraying to be and I nodded. I was right, business was the little theme.
"I'm sorry, sir. It will not happen again.", I said, his hand roughly grabbed my ass and a smack was felt, it wasn't harsh but it wasn't sweet.
"Sorrys don't cut it. Working for me is a serious treat, misbehavior will not be tolerated...", he took my lips onto his, I had to put up an act so by default I kissed back. I couldn't fight as much as he could, with his experience, but I put up a dominance fight and lost.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I pulled back. "What would you have done if I was early?"
"Something not nearly as fun. Now let me continue.", he growled, squeezing my bottom rougher then before. "Come with me."
"I think the skirt needs to be lost... tights to.", he hummed walking to the side of the bed I couldn't see, just to block my view more so than before.
"They're nylons.", I smirked already working on the skirts zipper. In a swift movement Joons rough hands took hold of the side of the skirt and tore it down, the zipper snapped which is what saved me from the pain I probably would've been inducing from the tug.
"Sass me again, keep it coming. First you're late, then you have the nerve to correct me? God, you have no respect.", he huffed, I kicked off the skirt and felt really bare despite the underwear and small see through fabric on me.
