𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 ↞ 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦-𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒

Chan shut the door behind him, glaring eagerly at Eun who was, now, undressed as Chan commanded.

"Good girl." He chuckled, stroking his bottom lip with his tongue as he grazed it with his teeth.

For a moment, he felt guilty for taking advantage of her. Woojin was right, she started out as a girl who needed to be interrogated and, possibly, killed. But, Chan had different plans for her, but, to some extent, his plans included punishments for her. So, in some way, she was getting a different type of punishment. And he seemed to prefer this way, as did she.

"Do you remember my rules, baby?" He began to pull his shirt over his head, staring down at her body.

"All of your rules? Or the rules for us?" She gripped a handful of the sheets beside her, watching Chan edge towards her.

"You know which ones I'm on about."

"Rule 5... I call you Chan around everyone else. But, when we're alone... I can call you whatever I want..." She giggled, sitting up and leaning on her palms.

"And?"

"Rule 7... If I try to arouse you without warning I get punished."

"Go on..."

"Rule 8. I have to tell you all of my kinks."

"Perfect. And, if you don't?"

She gripped onto the waistband of his trousers, pulling him closer towards her, "Then I get punished."

"And why would you get punished? Tell me?"

"I would've disobeyed you... So that would be breaking Rule 7. 'If I try to arouse you without warning I get punished'. Disobedience is your kink."

"Good girl, you remember."

"Do you remember?"

"Your kinks?" He raised a brow, edging even closer, "I might remember a few.."

He pressed his lips against her neck, listening to the sound of her heavy breaths as she threw her head back in pleasure. She dragged her hands up his back, reaching his hair as she began to tug at it, intertwining her fingers with his locks.

"Maybe you do remember..." She bit her lip out of habit, feeling his hands grip her waist, pushing her backward against the mattress, her head hitting the pile of pillows softly.

"Tell me how much you want me..." The corner of his lips raised slightly as he undid the button of his trousers, starting to tug at the zip.

"Wouldn't that be making it too easy?" She teased, dragging a single finger up her exposed body, trailing across the skin of her chest.

"New rule." He grabbed her hand, pulling it away harshly form her body, "Rule 9. You can't touch yourself unless I say you can. Hands away, princess." He chuckled, watching her scowl at him.

She started to get impatient with him. The one time she desperately wanted to be touched, wanted to be praised, the one time she hungered for him... In her opinion, he was starting off too slow. So she had to speed things up herself...

Eun managed to free her hand from his grip, reaching out to him to place her hand under his trousers, holding his length in her hand hungrily. He let out a growl, biting his lower lip aggressively as his eyes moved to her hand in his trousers. "Oops. I guess that's Rule 7 broken..."

"Lie down." He narrowed his eyes, staring into hers.

"Wha-"

He pushed her back down, her hand falling out of his trousers as she hit the mattress again. "I said lie down. Don't disobey me."