yours, dearest

He simply told you to 'be a good girl and wait'. You did. You were still waiting quietly, obediently for any other intruction than 'wait'. You were used to his rules, to his orders and punishments and handled them pretty well but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't getting impatient. The longer time passed, the longer he sat on his desk chair - casually typing away on his computer or scrolling mindlessly through his phone - the more you could feel the goosebumps raise on your naked skin along with your arousal and excitement.

It was killing you not knowing what his intentions were and it was killing you even more not having not even a second of attention from him. You were starting to feel, at this point, like you could do anything just for a word, a reaction, even just a look. Tempted by need, you avert your eyes from your lap, where your hands were resting on so politely, and bring your focus to him. Despite his back being turned to you, you knew just how attentive he was to his surroundings, mostly to you. Knowing this made you even more turned on and you, almost involuntarly, let out a tiny whimper that wouldn't be heard if not for the eery silence in the room.

His stance shifted just enough for your eyes to widen in fear and he finally turns in his chair to face you. With his legs spread and his elbows supporting his upper body weight on his knees, he simply tilted his head when you avert your gaze down and gave you such a cold look that it almost felt like a father who was about to scold his child for misbehaving. Somehow that thought could almost apply itself to you.

"Something wrong, baby?" He asked, almost too nonchalant for your liking.

"No." At your answer, he simply raises his brow with another cold look, which made you straighten your back even more. "No, daddy. Nothing's wrong." He doesn't answer. Instead, he stands from his chair with a low groan and takes a few steps, stopping when he's in front of you.

"Eyes up." The lack of warmth that usually came with the pet names made you instantly look up at him and the look in his eyes made you realize this punishment was far from over. "Did you learn your lesson?" You knew he was refering to just a couple of hours ago when you thought it was a great idea to be a little brattier than usual to get his attention and since you were pratically demanding it from him, he decided you wouldn't be getting it at all. "Yes, daddy."

"Mhmm. And what did you learn, baby?" His hand travels to the top of your head, petting you as if to coax the words out of you. "To not be a brat and to wait for daddy." You said as you tried your best to make doe eyes at him. It almost made him laugh if not for the cute pout formed on your lips.

"My pretty girl... you wanna apologize to daddy?" His hand that was on your hair went down to your chin and starts tracing your lips with his thumb. A sinister smile crawled up his face when he felt you nod in response. "And how will you apologize?" For a moment, you were unsure on how to respond but the way his thumb was working on your lips was almost like a hint he was giving.

"Can I... can I use my mouth?" Happy with your answer, he gives you a sickly sweet smile, a contradiction to the dark look in his eyes, like he was already imagening all the things he wanted to do to your pretty face. "Of course you can, honey."

You could feel a part of you relax at his approval, even beaming a little on the inside because maybe this time your punishment wouldn't be so bad comparing to the day you chose to go out with him in a cute dress you had bought but with no panties underneath and even teased him with short glimpses of your ass - he dragged you home that day and belted your ass so hard you could barely sit straight for the rest of the week. You were silently hoping that this time he'd spare you.

With that thought in mind, you start raising your arms until your hands reached the hem of his sweatpants, subconsciously licking your lips at the sight of his tent. You were about to stick your fingers into the hem of the fabric when he suddenly held your chin in a tight grip, hard enough to tilt your head back so you could look back up at him.

"Did I tell you to do that?" His voice was calm and firm as he spoke. "Take your fucking hands off." He orders and watches silently as you let your hands fall back down on your lap. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down, not because he was afraid of hurting you since he knew you could take it but so that he wouldn't come in his pants at the sight of you, so sweet and pliant just for him. He takes a step back so that he could take off his shirt, throwing it elsewhere in the room before stepping closer again. Leaving no room for conversation, he lifts his hand to your face and caresses your cheek gently. He continues this for a few seconds, almost like he wanted to throw you off and eventually starts making his way back to your lips, parting them with his thumb and sticking his middle and ring fingers in your mouth. He pushes them as far back as he can in your throat, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he watches you gag around his fingers but not for long as he takes them out and starts wiping his spit covered fingers all over your face.

"I didn't know my baby was such an attention whore." His words came out in a slightly condescending tone that only made you feel embarassed for the way you behaved; needy and desperate but as much as he liked you like that he still made sure to punish you if necessary. Noticing the embarassment on your face only made him coo at you, gently caressing your cheek again with the back of his hand. "Aw, no need to feel shy, sweetheart. I know you feel bad but you have to be punished." Your gaze automatically travels to his hands when he starts to push his sweatpants down his thighs along with his briefs and stopping when they almost reached his knees. His cock was already rock hard with the tip leaking drop after drop of precum which he used as lube when he begun to tantalizingly stoke it in front of your face. "Can't have you acting like a brat whenever you want my attention, can we?" He archs an eyebrow, waiting for a response.

"No, daddy." He smirks. "Of course not. C'mon, say 'ah'." At his order, your mouth falls open and he barely wastes any time before he's holding the back of your neck and pulling you forward to shove his entire cock in your mouth, causing you to gag around him when he hits the back of your throat. You try your hardest to control your gag reflex by relaxing your throat and breathing through your nose when he sets a steady and soon rapid pace, barely letting you breathe properly as he holds the back of your head.

"So my baby wants to act like a brat, huh?" The sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat and your muffled chokes along with his groans are the only sounds in the room as he makes sure to bury himself as deep as he can in your mouth, holding your head still until your nose hit his pubic bone - only for a few seconds until he finally lets go of your head with a heave. He watches you take a few deep breaths and wipe the salty tears that had fallen down your cheeks with a smirk, bringing a hand to your face and wiping the bits of drool off the corners of your mouth with the pad of his thumb.

"My sweet girl just wanted attention, hm?" It's almost like a rethorical question if not for the raised eyebrow he gives you.

"Yes, daddy... I'm sorry for being a brat." He lets out an amused chcukle at your response. "I know you are, baby, but only good girls get what they want... bad girls have to earn it, don't they?" He watches you nod with a mocking pitiful look on his face. "So go on. You know what to do." The gesture of his head to his painfully hard dick was almost like a silent order that made you eagerly open your mouth and take him back in, your tongue running along the underside of his aching tip which made him release a muttered groan. He keeps his eyes on you as you drag one of your hands up his balls and wrap it around his base to stroke him as you suck, his face almost stoic if not for the pleasure glazed eyes. Still, he remains calm and composed as if he wanted to appear bored despite the hungry way you were sucking him into your warm mouth. You were getting so lost in the feeling of his cock on your tongue you only glanced up when you felt his palm on top of your head, not gripping or petting - just there. You tried not to distract yourself by it since you knew he was doing it on purpose - he always did when he wanted you whimpering and whining for not giving you what you wanted.

He lets you continue your work on his throbbing length, still unmoving and (almost) unfazed despite the way you were slobbering yourself all over his cock but that was until his hand moved to the back of your head, the pads of his fingers digging into your scalp as he held your head still, mouth stuffed full of him and nose pressed against his pubic bone. Your muffled gagging sounds only stopped when he pushed your head away for what felt like a few seconds after and you allow yourself a sharp intake of breath followed by a cough. Eyes red and glossed with tears you don't even bother wiping away the drool covering your lips and dripping down your chin before your moving forward again to take him in your mouth again but he stops you with a heavy hand under your chin.

"Want more?" He asks even though he knew you wanted it just as much as he did. "Yeah? Don't worry, daddy will give you what you need, 'kay?" His words were soft as he spoke and his eyes were cruel as you nodded, leaning your body forward and bracing yourself with your palms on his thighs, tongue automatically falling out of your mouth as you waited for what was to come.

"Silly thing..." He chides softly with a laugh. "My baby doesn't need my cum today, does she?" His words make you whimper desperately but he shushes you with his thumb on your lips right when he closes his fist around his aching dick, leaking tip pointing at no particular spot on your face as he pleasures himself with light and quick strokes, moaning low with his head thrown back when he angles his hips slightly towards his hand. You could see in the way his eyes closed and his mouth went agape that his orgasm was about to approach and the sight only made the heat rise between your legs as you shufle just a little closer so that it would be easier to reach him but a sudden and commanding 'stay still' from him echoed in the air, making you sit back on your heels and bring your cramping arms down with your palms on your thighs, mouth still wide open - like sin reincarnated with innocence.

"Ah, fuck..." He groaned as he stroked himself vigorously, the impure sight of you being the cause of his climax as his body almost locked up, his gaze focusing itself on your face when he came, the warm and white fluid spurting out of him and hitting your closed eyes and cheeks. He continues to stroke his dick - this time a little more leisurely - to try and get every single drop of cum out of him and onto your face, taking a step closer to you when there was nothing left in order to smear his cum all over your face with his sensitive tip.

"There you go, pretty..." He cooed softly when you finally opened your eyes only to look up at him with a gaze so lustful it made him start to get hard again. "What's with the face, hm? Told you I'd give you what you needed, didn't I ?" His mocking tone caused a pout to form on your lips as you came to realization of the whole purpose of this punishment: to not give you what you wanted.

"Come closer... Daddy has another big load for you." He smirks as he starts to stroke himself all over again.

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You found out right before the 'keys and knives' game that he had the pills but you initially thought it was just to avoid any kind of harm from Nam-Gyu's part since he was an avid addict. You were also aware he was quite curious about those drugs when you saw him glancing between the two tattooed men and the colorful pills they shared from the corner of his eye, afraid he would ask them to give him one but Se-Mi stopped him before he could; hence why you never thought he would actually take them.

And Min-Su knew you were upset with him. So that's why he was currently looking for you – or trying, considering his current state – in almost every room inside that goddamn play room, with a star filled 'sky' and lefts and rights which led to doors with no way out. He was holding the light pink and blue knife in his trembling hand, sweat forming on his forehead and dripping down his jawline, all the way down to his neck until it seeped through the collar of his jacket.

He was anxiously looking for you, taking big gulps of air from time to time to calm his nerves as he made another left turn which led him to the same room he was in not even five minutes ago, making him greet his teeth in annoyance.

"Ahh, shit..." He was getting as lost as a little kid in a supermarket, the drug effects definitely not helping him concentrate on his current task, which was finding you. After a couple more turns, he came across a door he believed had not been checked out, suddenly seeing a few dark figures in front of it before lightly slapping his head and blinking a few times, his vision back to normal as he made a beeline for the door.

As soon he opens it, he comes across your figure leaned back against the wall, your stance immediately changing to a more relaxed one when you see it's him.

"M-Min-Su... Min-Su, oh my god... are you okay?" You ask upon seeing the blood stains on his clothes. "Are you hurt?" He ignores your questions, closing the door and making his slow way to you with the dagger still in his hand.

"Please... I'm sorry, please." His disheveled appearance and trembling stance and pleading voice led you to believe he wasn't sober; it made you scared to think he could hurt you with that knife but a deeper part of you knew he wouldn't do it. Your eyebrows still furrow at his words.

"Min-Su... what's wrong, why are you sorry, baby?" You knew the exact reason he was apologizing and no matter how disappointed and frustrated it made you, you chose not to comment on it, giving him time to speak. "Min-Su?" You ask in an encouraging tone.

"I couldn't help it... please, help me." The whiny pleading tone in his words made your eyebrows furrow in concern as you take a step closer to him and place your warm palms on the sweaty skin of his cheeks, lightly shushing him as you glue your forehead to his. "Hey, hey, look at me." You whisper, coaxing him to look at you by gently forcing his head up.

"Min-Su, baby, it's okay. Look at me, it's okay... I understand. Don't apologize, okay?" You say softly as you gaze into his eyes, trying to ignore his dilated pupils as you give him a light nod for reassurance to which he answers with a light nod of his own, closing his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again when he saw a twisted smile on your lips. Not wanting to scare you, he only forces his eyes shut for a few seconds before opening them again, blinking quickly several times and relaxing slightly in your hold when he sees the worry in your eyes.

"Are you hurt?" You ask again after giving him a few moments to calm down to which he only responds with a small nod before moving his body forward a little and wrapping his arms your waist, fingertips digging into the skin of your back as he buries his face in the crook between your neck and shoulder. "Min-Su?" He ignores, choosing to nuzzle his face against your neck instead and taking a few deep breaths, taking in your scent, the smell of sweat mixed with a very faint trace of your perfume. Sighing in relief when he lets your scent invade his nostrils and brain, filling his mind with memories of you, he descends by tracing the line of your collarbone with the tip of his nose, slowly starting to feel himself grow needier – needier for your touch, for your lips on his, for the sounds you make when he goes down on you, for you. He was already so far gone he was barely paying attention to his surroundings, much less to the words leaving your lips, the lips he so much wants to kiss and bite and moan into.

"Min-Su." The way you so firmly call his name has him finally look up at you, pupils blown wide by drugs and eyes glazed over with need. "I'm okay." That was his only answer as he descends more and more along your body until he kneeling on the floor, hands gripping your hips as if he was afraid you'd float away. Pressing his face against your stomach, he starts massaging your hips and pushing the material of your shirt and jacket up, right below the curve of your breasts and starts peppering light kisses on the warm skin, letting them fall back down when he digs his fingers into the waitsband of your pants.

You immediatly get the hint when he begins to pull them down along with your panties, causing you to bring a hand to his hair as you support yourself with your free one on the wall you're leaning on.

"Su..." His nickname falls out of your lips in a gentle whisper the further down your pants and underwear go. You could only clench your thighs and rake your fingernails along his scalp.

"Let me do this." He says. "Please." There was a pleading undertone in his words as he let your pants fall with your underwear, his lips pressing light kisses and nips up your thighs as he held on for dear life on both of your legs. He continues making his way up your thigh, teeth biting into the soft skin when he reaches your core until he stops. For a few moments, he just stares; he kneels there and stares at the crevice of your cunt, already glistening with wetness – which made you feel hotter – and before you could do anything, he simply pushes the skin of your inner thighs apart with his thumbs, enough for your lips to part and brings his mouth straight to your clit.

Min-Su's mind was already so hazy and clouded with lust there was barely any thought on his head other than to please you but he didn't care. This was heaven. Being able to kneel between your legs and fill his tastebuds with your sweet cunt – licking and sucking on your clit like his life depended on it, just like he was currently doing, was probably better than winning the prize on those goddamn games.

"Min-Su... oh, fuck..." The sound of your moans along with the nonstop slurping and licking was swallowing the quietness of the room but you couldn't care enough to be quiet or even to make him stop. He was growing more and more desperate as he continued – you could tell that by the way he was sucking your clit into his mouth and using his tongue to flick it quickly, along with his grip on your thighs which got tighter and tighter. Lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder to grant himself more access, he envelops your entire vulva in his mouth before bringing his middle and ring fingers to your wet hole and pushing them inside, curling his fingers in a 'come hither' motion as he continued to suck on your clit. Min-Su could slowly feel your leg start to tremble on his shoulder and your grip on his hair to tighten, to which he only responded with a few shakes of his head and a low whine, leading the vibrations of his voice up your core.

He could easily tell you were close to your orgasm when your cries of pleasure got louder and your hips kept pushing against his face but he didn't want to stop – not even when his head suddenly started hurting so much he felt dizzy, pain instead of pleasure taking over. Despite his headache he continued, only coming to a stop when yours mewls and whines turned into a yelp and your body became limp against the wall after reaching your high. Min-Su tried his best to relax as he sat down on the floor with his back against the wall, the banging on his head still there as he closed his eyes, gulping down the acid bubbling on his stomach and coming up his throat before taking a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth.

Very few seconds later, he finally opens his eyes and lets his gaze fall upon the shaman's body, which laid contorted on the floor in a pool of her own blood, then trailing over to the bloody dagger on his lap, the one he could barely recall if he had used it or not. Silently praying he hadn't, he slowly stood back up with a hand on the wall to steady himself, sidestepping the woman's body as he makes his way out of the small room through the door, continuing his way down the messy and mazey corridors, not once glancing or noticing your dead body laid carelessly in the corner with a slit throat.

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