Day One

“What did you say you were here for again?”

“Look, I just need to see her,” you plead.

“I understand, but I can’t just wake her and say ‘ma’am, you have a guest’ at ten in the morning. She’s probably still asleep.”

You run your hands through your hair, frustrated and racking your brain for ideas, when suddenly the guard speaks up again.

“Right this way sir, she’s ready to see you.”

He opens the gate in front of you and steps aside. After waiting for a few seconds while you stand there confused, he starts laughing.

“Did you think she wasn’t informed the second you stepped on the compound?” the guard chuckles.

“Then what was the point of that whole charade,” you roll your eyes and step onto the amber brick driveway.

“You know how she is, chief,” the guard closes the gate behind you. “Want me to call a cart for you?”

“It’s fine, I’ll walk,” you wave him off. “Thanks.”

After five minutes up the sloping driveway, your courtesy quickly switches to regret.

At least now you can see more than just the shingles rooftops as you make it over the top of the hill. In front of you, in all its glory, is an estate that would put medieval castles to shame.

Above it all, looking down at you from the balcony of the highest point, in a dress that’s almost entirely open from the front, is the reason you’ve come all this way.

“Jang Wonyoung.”

“That’s me!” the girl crosses her legs, sitting casually on the edge of her double-king bed in a set of black lingerie. “I see you’ve finally come to your senses.”

“I’m still not accepting the deal,” you walk across the room and drop to your knees on the lush, crimson rug at the base of her bed.

“Kinda looks like you are,” Wonyoung places a foot on your thigh.

“I know what you like,” you carefully lift her leg from the back of her foot, “and I need to fuck you tonight.”

“I think the proper phrasing is that you want to fuck me tonight,” she lets you guide her foot towards your face.

You part your lips and place them over her toes. As slowly and deliberately as you can, you run your tongue between each toe one by one before lifting your mouth off her foot.

“To be clear, I need to fuck you and specifically bust inside you.”

Wonyoung wiggles her toes in front of you. “I guess as my sex slave you’re allowed to do exactly that from time to time.”

“Like I just said, I’m not accepting the offer.”

“Oh come on,” Wonyoung drops the saliva coated foot to the rug and lifts her other foot. “You used to love being my sex slave.”

“That was roleplay and before finding out that you could actually afford to make me one for real,” you respond before giving her other foot the same treatment.

“So that’s it? You come here unannounced and just expect to fuck me?”

“Yeah, actually,” you shrug, setting her foot down. “Wasn’t that kind of the deal you made me?”

“What if things changed? Maybe I’m in a committed relationship now.”

“You’re not,” you lean in and start alternating kisses between her shins, working up to her thighs until your face is between her knees, looking up at her. “How are we doing this? Riding my face?”

“You’re not being very fun,” Wonyoung pouts. “I even went through all the effort to get nice and clean for you.”

“And while you were doing that, I was standing at your gate sweating my balls off.”

“Oh poor baby,” Wonyoung mocks you.

She gets up from the bed and steps over you, taking hold of your hair between her fingers and tilting your head back. Her lacy black panties brush against your chin, and she fills your senses with the lovely scent of her body wash.

Her body dips for a brief second, teasing your mouth before she stands up straight again. She brings her hands to your face and squeezes your cheeks.

“Are you going to be more fun for mommy?” Wonyoung continues with the baby voice.

“Mhmm,” you respond to the best of your ability while she tugs at your face.

“Are you going to get my pussy nice and wet before you fuck it?” she grabs your chin and opens your mouth wide.

“Ah ‘m,” you respond.

Wonyoung smiles down at you before slipping two fingers down your throat. She pushes them in past the first knuckle and then the second. She keeps invading your throat until you feel your neck spasm.

You cough up some spit, coating her fingers as she releases them from your mouth. Wonyoung giggles while you gag on her fingers, and then she rubs your own saliva across your face.

“You’re such a dirty boy,” she teases, taking hold of your hair again and giving it a hard tug. “Say it.”

Your eyes fixate on the see-through fabric failing to cover her pussy right in front of you. It’s momentarily distracting, but you know better than to keep Wonyoung waiting when she asks you a question.

“I’m such a dirty boy,” you mumble.

“My dirty boy,” Wonyoung giggles, leaning forward so that her panties graze your lips again. “Look how badly you want it. Adorable.”

She’s not wrong; You’re like a fish out of water the way you’re trying to get a taste of her.

Unfortunately, Wonyoung doesn’t want that – not yet at least. She tugs your hair back again and wags a finger in front of your face.

“I rarely get to spend time with you these days, we’re taking our time today,” she says calmly. “Unless you have any objections?”

“Of course not,” you reply. “Anything for you.”