Sweet Like Sugar // Jung Hoseok ✔

Chapter $ 15

It was your first day working for Hoseok. 

With you now being a part of his staff he had some adjustments made. First, he bought you a car, a nice sleek, black Honda for you to get around in. Second, he had prepared a room for you to stay. There were some complications but in the end, he agreed that Monday. Tuesday, Wednesday and Sundays were the days you could go home while the rest of the week you were all his. The way he slipped out the words and called you "his" made you shiver. 

The third adjustment was the outfits. Despite the fact that you wanted no part in dressing like a hooker even for a man like him. He convinced you otherwise.

"If you're going to be my Sub, you'll have to wear more revealing outfits than this." He pulled on the string that held your breasts up from his viewing pleasure. 

You closed your eyes, embarrased. What would your mother say if she saw you like this? You already knew the answer though. She'd disown you, saying she never raised a woman to fall at a man's feet for pleasure. Though you couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of being belittled from Hoseok, even though have proven to hold your own against the man. 

Your outfit was beyond revealing. Stopping barely beneath your ass, exposing your midriff, and your boobs. You hated him for it. 

"Try cleaning the living room." The man urged you towards the spacious room. 

"Ugh -_-." You groaned in protest but didn't move. 

"Would you rather clean my bedroom instead?" 

You shook your head immediately. "The living room is fine." 

"Then go get the supplies baby. They're in the small closet to your left." There was a light tap on your bum before you swatted his hand away. 

It ended up taking you way more than 5 minutes to find that damn closet and get the dusters from it and when you got back to the previous room. Hoseok was sitting down, his laptop resting upon his thighs. With an ungraceful sigh, you waddled into the big room and started to swipe the duster back and forth on the nearest table. 

"What the hell are you doing?"  

You turn around to face a confused Hoseok. "I'm... dusting?" 

"That's how you...?" 

"You know what. Shut up." You move on to the next piece of furniture, once again swiping it across the wood quite violently. 

"I'd be careful not to talk to daddy like that." The man's voice dropped threatening low.  

"Or else...?" You had your hands placed on your hips. The duster hanging from one of your fingertips. With a head cock to the side. He smirked at you. 

A tongue swiping over the tip of his bottom lip slowly before he bit it. His eyes trailed your divulged figure. "Or else. I'll make you get on your knees, and shut you up your pretty lips around my cock. Hmm?" 

Your eyes fall down to his covered crotch, and you can't help the fact that you kind of want to please him. 

"Would you like to see my room princess?" 

"I-I already saw your room." You recall back to sleeping in his bedroom, however, he stayed the night elsewhere. 

"Not that room." 

"What other room is there?" What a dumb question. With how big his house is, there's bound to be extra rooms, but that wasn't what you meant. What other room is there, that he was talking about? He closed his laptop and rested it beside him and offered his hand to you.