Enter OK After Package Received

“You said you had a thing for older girls?”

Munching on a particularly delicious piece of salt bread, you pause to consider Jiyeon’s question. Had you really said that? “Uhhh, I don’t think I — wait, no I did.” Fuck, how to explain? “Well, it’s a little less about age and more…I kinda have a kink for confident women.”

She tilts her head slightly, her eyes quizzical. “Confident?”

“Well, more like dominant.”

“So you want me to be mean to you? Sounds like mommy issues or something…” The corners of her mouth curl into a small smirk.

Damn. She is totally clocking me.

Caught off guard by just how far the conversation had gone, you ponder for a few seconds. “Welllll…I just want someone to take charge, not to be mean or anything.” You fiddle with your chopsticks. “It’s hot to imagine that you would pretend to ‘force’ me into doing some super perverted stuff.”

Jiyeon’s eyes seem to unfocus slightly, drifting into thought.

Birdwatching time again.

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Yaa~~, don’t worry too much about it. You know I love you no matter what.” You reach out and dip a hard-boiled egg into white pepper, then boop her nose with it, leaving a few specks behind. So cute. “Eat up, my baby swan.”

Jiyeon gives an absent-minded nod and accepts the proffered bite, pepper-dusted nose and all.

Honestly, you had forgotten all about the breakfast conversation over the next few days, dismissing it as another moment of curious questioning.

Jiyeon had not.

On a lazy Saturday morning, your phone vibrates twice.

Today 10:02 AM

Mailroom
Package is ready for pickup at the 2nd floor mailroom. Enter OK after package received.

Package is ready for pickup at the 2nd floor mailroom. Enter OK after package received.

OK

OK

The larger package almost wrenches itself out of your hand as you reach out with the other to open the apartment door, its weight skewing lopsided as whatever was in it shifts.

“Your Amazon packages arrived, by the way.” For half a second, you almost think you see her flinch a little.

With faux-reverence, you gingerly place the larger package, then the smaller package on top of her head, letting it balance precariously. “You got a lot on your mind?”

“Maybe I do.”

You pad towards the soft light of the bedroom, dishes finished early. Halfway down the hallway, you pause.

Through the cracked-open door, Jiyeon stands reflected in the full-length mirror, her hands tugging deliberately at something around her hips. The front of your pants suddenly feel all too tight.

You slowly approach, angling to get a better view.

Holy shit.

Wrapped in your favorite lacy black lingerie, her body looks like any other Saturday night. What is different is the black leather harness being adjusted carefully by her delicate fingers, strap by strap.

Jiyeon turns towards the door, looking over her shoulder at the mirror to tighten a strap just enough to leave a slight indent against the curves of her toned rear. You make no effort to move as her gaze sweeps back to the door, the way the heavy dildo swings in your direction eliminating your higher brain functions.

Her eyes meet yours, slight surprise evident for a moment. Then she smirks.

“You’re here early.”

Her eyes glint with a hint of crazy and trail down your body, pausing to inspect your crotch with an appreciative hunger.

“Someone’s excited to get fucked,” Jiyeon giggles. “Now then, clean yourself in the shower, I’m going to turn you inside out.”

The water cascades scorching down your back as you clean yourself thoroughly, both inside and out. Your cock bobs up and down, helplessly stiff at the sight you just witnessed.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She’s so hot.

Suffice it to say, dommy Jiyeon is actively rewiring your brain chemistry.

Ontology: For the better, of course.

And of course, you have to make sure your cock is super clean, no doubt. Another squeeze of soap follows.

Jiyeon is sitting on the bed as you exit the shower: stocking-clad leg over the other, chin resting on palm, strapon peeking out behind her arm and jutting upwards.

“Ooooh…you naughty, naughty boi.” Jiyeon bites her lower lip subconsciously as she stares as the thoroughly-cleaned, tinted-purple, obviously-molested head of your cock — already dripping with a bead of precum.

She unfolds her crossed legs with a flourish and stands up, her warm palm wrapping around your shaft to tug you towards the bed. Jiyeon’s lips curl up in a slight smirk, her dark eyes gleaming. “Sit down, mister, I’m doing my confident girl thing.”

Fuck.

You obey, perching yourself on the edge of the bed. Jiyeon leans in close with a self-satisfied smile. Reaching out, she gives your chest a slight push and you let yourself fall back onto the silky covers.

Oh. So that’s why she was “trying on” those water-resistant sheets yesterday.

One knee, then another and Jiyeon is straddling you, then inching up your torso, gently pinning down your outstretched upper arms with her shins. She taps the head of the strapon on your nose. “Eat up, my baby boi.”

You raise your head towards her slightly as she scoots forward one more time, opening your mouth to accept her girthy dildo down your greedy throat. The neutral taste of silicone contrasts against the unmistakable and heady scent of her arousal as she gently rocks her hips against your face.

A wave of fresh shampoo scent from her hair wafts over you as she looks over her shoulder to inspect the way your cock shudders and twitches as she continues to bottom out in your throat. Your eyes start to glaze over, senses overwhelmed by pure feminine domination stuffed against your windpipe.

Ontology: Breath through your nose, idiot :Heart:.