WAVE

“Did you miss me?” she asked, hovering above me.

Her silhouette blocked the ceiling lights, making it look like she was backlit by stage lamps, a familiar sight that I had seen just hours ago. Shadows carefully hugged her flawless body, exaggerating every curve like a perfect piece of artwork.

“I missed you a lot,” I said instinctively, my mind still racing from what I’d seen. “I was so worried about you.”

I didn’t know what sort of emotions to feel. My brain was working on overdrive, almost glitching out like a broken machine. Was I to feel jealousy because someone else had access to her? Anger because she had kept it from me all along? Hurt because she found someone else? Sadness because she didn’t choose me? Or even worry because no one knew who this person was?

What was I supposed to feel—or rather, what was I even allowed to feel?

“You poor thing,” she said tenderly, running her soft, feminine hands across my cheek. “Were you scared I wouldn’t come back?”

I swallowed hard while reluctantly imagining it. “Yes, a little.”

“I’ll never leave you, Wonbin. We’re going to be together forever, remember?”

For some reason, her words felt more like mockery than assurance.

She smiled like nothing was wrong, like she could read my heartbeat but not my mind. That devilish smile that was filled with deceit made the questions I’d been swallowing all night scrape against my throat like shards of glass.

I opened my mouth only to close it again, but the words clawed their way out anyway.

“Where did you go tonight?” I finally said, almost instantly regretting it. “Were you with someone else?”

Her expression snapped like a rubber band. “I told you to stop asking questions,” she barked, and suddenly slapped me across the face, the crack almost echoing across the silent room. “Did you forget the rules?”

“Sorry,” I whimpered, almost unwillingly.

“Why do you need to know? Am I your possession or do you belong to me?”

She wanted answers, but all I had were questions.

Who was the black heart, and why was she keeping it a secret from me? From all of us? Why did he call her a good girl? Where did she go? What happened? How long has it been going on? I’d seen it before that night I took those photos for her. Were they for meant for him? Was he her boyfriend? Is that why she said she couldn’t be with me?

“Answer when you’re spoken to!” She hit me again, with a backhand this time, and my head jerked sideways.

My cheek stung, but the pain was only a fraction of the pain wringing in my heart.

“I’m sorry,” I said, weakly.

“If you don’t want to be my slave anymore, then leave,” she said coldly, pointing at the door.

I clutched onto her thin, fragile wrist. “No,” I begged, panic rising in my chest. “I belong to you—”

“Am I holding you captive or something? Why are you here if you don’t want to listen to me anymore?”

“No, I want to be here. I’ll listen to your every command—”

“Did you suddenly forget how to obey me?”

I shook my head frantically. “I’m sorry, I won’t ask anymore. Please forgive me.”

For a moment, her eyes softened, revealing a tiny hint of pity behind the anger burning behind them.

“I’m so exhausted,” she said, gently brushing my face, as if trying to mend the wound she had just inflicted on me. “I really need you to be extra obedient tonight. Can you do that?”

I nodded fervently, like a drowning man clutching onto a rope.

“Good. Go over there and open my bag.” She slid off of me, her robe falling over her shoulders.

I stumbled toward the table and carefully opened her black Chanel handbag. Sitting inside was a black dog collar covered with rows of small diamonds.

“Bring it here,” she said, slipping the bathrobe completely off.

The sight froze me. She was completely naked, her skin gleaming with her favorite post-shower lotion under the light, her doll-like proportions flawless to the point of cruelty. A sight too beautiful for anyone to grow used to.

I pulled the collar free, and a long silver chain unraveled from it.

“On your knees,” she commanded, motioning me to come forward.

I crawled to her like a moth drawn to a lamp, the carpet scratching my knees while the chain rattled in my hand.

Why did she have this collar in her bag right after coming back from an interview? Did she bring it with her everywhere she went?

She took it from me and started unbuckling it slowly.

“I’m so jetlagged and tired,” she said, wrapping it around my neck. The leather tightened, not enough to choke, but to remind me who was in control. Who my master was.

“I’ll make you feel better,” I said, looking up at the goddess before me.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs. “My whole body hurts…” she said, lifting one foot to my face while her leash tugged me closer.

I started planting soft kisses down the entirety of her foot, and then made my way up to worship her devastatingly long legs.

“Please don’t leave me anymore,” I whispered desperately against her skin. “I can’t take it.”

“I never left you dummy,” she moaned lightly, gripping onto the leash tighter. “I was just gone for a little bit for an interview.”

“I’m sorry for questioning you,” I said, my lips brushing higher to the inside of her thighs. “I was just worried about you.”

Her breaths got heavier as my lips crawled upwards onto her stomach. “Don’t worry about me anymore. It’s none of your concern, so don’t ever ask again or else I’ll get mad.”

She dipped her body backwards, wrapping her long legs around my back and pulled me onto the bed with her.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, pressing my face against the soft weight of her breasts as I crawled up towards her. “Don’t be mad at me.”

“Just be a good boy and I’ll love you forever.” She yanked the leash sharply, and I obeyed, latching onto her nipples, sucking in a slow, steady rhythm.

“You’ve had a long day,” I said, easing her down against the sheets. “Let me take care of you.”