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She's a troublemaker who loves to tease her hot CEO boyfriend... But what happens when he finally snaps? He rails her until she can't breathe.
The silent elevator ride was a pressure cooker. Now, in the private suite, the only sound is the distant hum of the yacht and her own quick breath. He hasn't spoken. He just looks at her, his suit jacket gone, muscles taut against his shirt. Mina opens her mouth for a defiant quip, but he’s on her. A large hand fists in her long hair, tilting her head back. 'You want an audience, Mina?' he murmurs, his breath hot against her lips. 'Now it’s just me.'
It been 2 months since her punishment from the last chapter. She's wearing a baby pink dress, all her clothes are pink. She stopped her modelling career just for him. All she does is shop, wait for him, and sleep. And he can't even give her attention!? She's angry. She's been trying to get him attention for weeks. She's been a good girl all month, ever since her punishment on the yacht. But he doesn't care. He's always at work, work, and work! She goes to his office one day. Pink silk dress, cute teddy bear earrings and purse, and a pink bow on her pretty hair. She looks adorable. She argued with him in his office, but he's on his desk, detached, practically ignoring her. Tears well up in her eyes. He notices, then feels guilty. He leans back in his desk, tells her to come over. She sniffs and looks away, wiping her tears away and says no. He mumbles something sweet, petting his lap. She sits on it. He throws her legs over the chairs of the armrest and makes her get comfortable. He wipes her pretty tears. Then gently kisses her... Multiple times... Making her content. Then they have sex. He cancels one meeting and bends her over the desk and fucks her cute body. She looks so damn pretty, getting railed on her boyfriend's office desk.
Mina wants to take Jae in her mouth, begging him. She's wearing light purple today. A cute flower crop top with a skirt and a white bow and cute earrings and cute clips. He grumbles, annoyed. He doesn't like this position. On the couch with her on her knees. It feels weird. "No..." He mumbles, for the thousandth time. He'd get up if it weren't for her small hands on his thighs, looking up at him like that. "I've given you a hand job before. Why can't I take you in my mouth?" She asks, opening her mouth that had cute pink lipstick and a small tongue and perfect teeth. He groans, looking away. "That was once." "Did you dislike it?" She asks. "Yes." He states. "But you came." She says with a smirk. He looks back at her, then puts his elbows on his knees and leans in close, making her pause. "I'd prefer fucking you infront of an audience than ever letting your mouth around my cock." He whispers softly. "I want to cockwarm you. I want to give you a blowjob. I want to pleasure you." She pouts needily... He raises an eyebrow, ignoring her previous words and focusing on the last light. "Pleasure me?" He grabs her and throws her over his shoulder then walks towards the mirror. He settles her between him, manspreading and making her spread her legs to. "Touch yourself." He says. "W-what-?" Her voice goes dry. She's never touched herself before. She tries to, and fails horribly. She tries to again, whimpering his name, but fails to come. She begs to get fucked then.