Moonjo Ahn

Morgan knew that smirk on Moonjo’s face meant that she was in for a long night, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Even with tears streaming down her face she knew she would be pleased, particularly if she was pleasing him. His greedy mouth earned him a soft groan and she tugged at the ties around her wrists. She loved being tied more than just about anything, but god did she want to touch him.

Her back arched and she tried to use her legs to pull Moonjo closer, still wanting more of everything he was willing to give her. “Fuck, Sir,” she managed to articulate as he pushed her closer and closer to losing her head.

Moonjo lightly smacked the side of Morgan’s thigh, knowing exactly what she was trying to do. Although it did feel good to have her squirming around just for him - rules were rules. 

Morgan liked seeing that grin on Moonjo’s face. She liked being able to elicit that sort of response from him outside of their sessions. He led a stressful life and deserved a few moments of bliss, and if she could give it to him then it was even better. 

Her eyes never left him as he undressed. She was determined to get her fill of him and doubted that he minded. Once she was tied she tested the ropes and smirked. They were perfect, which was no surprise. “Hmm… Too much. Definitely too much, Sir.” She knew it would be a delicious torture, but it would be worth every second.

Moonjo was smirking slightly. He knew what she’d choose before she asked, hence his selection of toys. For now, he set them aside but close within his reach. He was going to enjoy his fill of Morgan first.

He eased down the bed, first letting his mouth pepper soft kisses along her inner thigh. Then, Moonjo nipped, careful not to leave bruises behind despite how badly he wanted to. After easing one of her legs over his shoulder, his mouth finally found the prize between the sub’s legs.

“Thank the gods, because I’m not ready for this to be over yet.” She couldn’t help it that Moonjo felt so good already. They had been together enough times that he knew exactly how to touch her to elicit her strongest reactions. The reminder of the ropes made Morgan grin and point to her closet. “There are some hanging in a corner in there, and the bottom drawer of the dresser has some toys. Pick whatever ones you want, Sir.” She rose up on her elbows and pressed a kiss to his lips before he could go anywhere though. Really, could she be blamed?

Moonjo could get used to this. The soft touches and kisses following him whenever he moved... 

He didn’t regret having his son for even a second, but the loneliness of not having a partner had started to get to him. Moonjo was known to be a tough lawyer and sometimes close to ruthless when it came to fixing things for the Vaneti family - but he also had a soft side that few people ever got to see. 

He kissed her back, unable to help the grin on his face as he finally moved away from her. 

He found the ropes with ease and grabbed a couple of toys for them to play with. Before he climbed back on the bed, Moonjo slid off his pants, leaving him in just his boxers as he moved back on top of her. Gently, he wrapped the rope around Morgan’s wrists and secured them to the bed.

Morgan rewarded Moonjo’s wandering lips with a soft catch of her breath. She held onto him, still trying to pull him closer, but widened her legs to allow him more access to her. His quick circles earned him a whimper and she bit hard on her bottom lip. How did he always manage to get her so worked up so easily? How was his touch that good? 

“Sir,” she groaned as her hips bucked without her permission. “Feels good. Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” Moonjo murmured, glancing up at Morgan. She looked exquisite laid out under him like this. Like she was made just for him. “We haven’t even gotten started yet...”

Morgan took her time brushing the pads of her fingers along Moonjo’s forehead, then his jaw, and then his neck. He was ridiculously gorgeous and she was happy to take her time appreciating him. Then he kissed her and she was left to sigh softly. Having him there with her, in her bed, was a deliciously comfortable feeling. She wondered just how long she could keep him there.

As they kissed she wrapped her legs around him, pulling his body closer to hers. It wasn’t lost on her that he was still mostly clothed while she had only backless panties left on her own form. It just added to that power play that she loved so much.

Moonjo pulled away from Morgan after a while, only so his lips could trail down her neck and then across her chest. He’d almost forgotten about the ropes, too reluctant to leave the sub for even a few moments.

“That only confirms that it’s just me.” He let out a sort of loud laugh, throwing his head back. “Well, to ease it a bit. I’m slightly better now, not as wild. A little more grounded, I try at least.” It helped when he had something to focus on. “Right now, it’s just the night out, the drinking. There’s fun to be had when there’s nothing to come back too but when I was younger…” He shook his head and finished his drink. “But the problem then had been drinking as well, some drugs here and there. Nothing too bad, problems with the law. Everything a downwards spiral could include.” 

Moonjo couldn’t help but chuckle at the sub’s forwardness. “Well, I meant what do you do for a living, but the backstory is good to know too. I can’t say I relate, but I’ve had many clients in the past dealing with similar issues. It’s good you’re grounded - the more you are, the less problems you’ll have with everything else.”

Morgan beamed, clearly pleased with herself as Moonjo laid her down and kissed her. The fact that his mind had been on her all evening was something she loved, particularly since he had been on her mind so often lately. “Hm… Would it help any if I pouted?” She grinned before forcing her lips into a playful pout. Frankly she would be happy to be teased by him all night long, but she had to try. She reached up an brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, touch lingering as long as he would allow it.

“Not at all... but you can try,” Moonjo grinned, running his thumb gently across her bottom lip as she pouted. Morgan’s hand brushed against his forehead, her touch lingering there for a moment. He didn’t move or try to wiggle away; how could he when her soft touch was managing to chase all of the loneliness of the past few years away.

Morgan laughed as Moonjo picked her up and she took advantage of the situation by pressing kisses to his jaw and neck. “Pay me back? I thought I was being exceptionally good for you, wearing this. Don’t you like it?” She smirked as she pressed kisses to his skin, lavishing him in attention as he carried her to her room. 

Morgan’s breathing picked up and her eyes zeroed in on where he rolled his sleeves up. God, did she love that. Gaze still on his arms, she nodded. “I think I’d look so much better all tied up for you. I have some rope in my room you might like.” Her eyes finally flicked back to his and she smirked before turning to face him once more. 

Chest bared, she stepped closer and greedily looked him up and down. There was no denying that she was a lucky sub. 

Moonjo met her as she stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands greedily cupped her ass as he gave her a small smirk - but he did have an ulterior motive. In one quick motion he pulled her up to carry her straight to the bedroom.

That smirk on Moonjo’s face set something alight within Morgan. She loved this part. She loved when she could turn her overthinking brain off and simply obey. “Yes Sir.” Grinning, she reached behind her to slowly pull down the zipper of her dress. It felt like that noise was all that was masking the sound of her beating heart. 

Once the zipper was down she slid the dress down her body, exposing her bare chest and less than modest panties. She took it a step further, turning in a slow circle so Moonjo could take her entire form in. With her back to him, she turned to look over her shoulder. “What do you think?”

Moonjo bit his lip as the dress slid down her body, finally revealing exactly what she was wearing underneath. He looked up the ceiling briefly and said a small prayer of thanks to whatever deity was looking out for him before turning his attention back to the submissive.

He could sigh all he wanted. She was the Duchess of Nantes and she would take care of her own.

“I will take your words as genuine,” Kat said, mentally adding for now.  “As I said, Morgan is an adult and I do trust her to make her own decisions.”  She’d delivered the speech that was necessary. “I will look forward to seeing you at future Nantes events as her guess.” Kat stood then, ready to take her leave. “As host, I should rejoin the party. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening. Morgan, I’m sure, is here and will find you.”

Moonjo gave Katarin a small nod, the most that he was willing to concede. Certainly, his and Morgan’s thing had them all in an awkward position. At least she was worth it.

Wrinkling her nose, she scoffed. “What are you? A chicken?” She had to laugh again when he said he was pushing forty and thus his party days were behind him. “I’m forty-three,” she pointed out wryly. “Should I go home to my knitting? Or at least start lying about my age?”

“I’ve eaten enough in my life to at least be considered half,” Moonjo joked, casting a small smile the domme’s way. “You could do a keg stand, if you wanted to. Whatever you feel. For me, I feel like my partying days are behind me. Ever have a hangover around a four year old? Pure torture.”

“Moonjo.” He repeated, it sounded pretty. Quinci just wasn’t sure how the other man would respond to that. So he kept to himself, for once. He raised a brow and let out a small laugh, taking another swig of his drink. “That’s true, it can also get you into a lot of trouble.” He learned from personal experiences. “Or it could just be me.” 

“That all depends on how you use what you’ve got,” Moonjo replied, grinning slightly. “So, Quinci, what is it that you do that gets you in a lot of trouble? I’m curious.” He picked up his warmed beer and took a drink, uncaring about the taste.

Morgan’s smirk grew as Moonjo spoke. “I’m all yours, Sir, to do with as you please.” She turned to face him and sidled closer, not at all complaining when he leaned in to kiss her. How did he taste so impossibly good each time they kissed? Kissing Moonjo never got old and she hoped it never would. 

“I’ll ask for a break if I need it. For now I’d much rather focus on you,” she murmured against his lips. She’d wanted him back in her apartment for so long that she wasn’t going to waste any time. 

Moonjo let out a soft laugh when Morgan said she wanted to focus on him. He could work with that. He pressed their lips together again, focusing on how soft her lips were and how sweet she tasted. She’d always been addicting - there was a reason why he always came back to her - but outside of the brothel she was all the more sweet.