Twisted - Chapter 1

Nothing good ever comes out of your mouth.

Especially after a gruelling workday of board meetings among people you’d much rather fuck mercilessly against the conference table than hear droning on about sales reports and popularity ratings.

Don’t forget all the tiresome discussions with your secretary over why her pencil skirt isn’t already hiked up to her waist—she claims it’s because you’re too busy fucking the models to fuck her instead, but you know it’s really because she’s trying her best to hide that she’s not wearing anything else under her skirt. You swear she’s been fucking herself at the desk while nobody’s looking, but you’ll use that knowledge to blackmail her into something much more dubious later on.

God, it’s great to be your boss.

Your office is plenty spacious— you were paying one of the highest rates in Seoul to get such a picturesque view of the Han River with the sun setting over the horizon. Bathed in the yolky glow of the setting sun, it’s like a scene straight from a movie.

You throw open the door to your office, fully expecting to wrap things up and call it a night.

Until you see her.

Her main job isn’t as a model, but she sure as hell can pull off a look. A floral print long-sleeved blouse boasts shades of cream dotted with pastel pink as the woman in question swings her legs back and forth. A short, electric pink skirt accentuates her long, slender legs as she sits atop your wooden desk, gazing at the skyline through the ceiling-to-floor window. It’s as if her outfit was deliberately chosen to outshine the hazy pink bleeding from beyond the cloud cover.

What catches your eye most, however, is the pair of red platform heels she’s swinging so nonchalantly. Other than giving her the much-needed height boost to meet your eyes, they’ve also got the added benefit of making her feet look like a delicately wrapped present, the laces of which snake up her ankle to just below her calf where they’re tied in an elegant butterfly knot. The soft, rhythmic thump of her heel knocking against the front of your wooden desk becomes the metronome that sets the beat of the coming hours.

“Hello, Miyeon. I didn’t expect to see you here.” You playfully tease.

“Just enjoying the view,” Miyeon shoots back, brushing strands of her ashy brown hair over her shoulder. She isn’t even turned to face you, yet you can tell from her tone that she’s hiding a smirk under that guise.

“Likewise.” You close the door, leaving your coat by the couch near the door. 

You loosen your collar and slide along the edge of the table, clipping your hand around Miyeon’s waist as you sit by her side, admiring the gradual roar of Seoul’s nightlife as it charges up right below your feet. Miyeon’s perfume matches her dress to a tee, with bold rosy notes that fade to accompanying undertones of musk and sandalwood. Both of you share a moment of silence, letting the moments pass by in each other’s company.

“I assume you’re not here to discuss business matters,” you say, running your hand along her waist. You rake your eyes over Miyeon’s slender figure, but you sense something off when your hand hits something cold.

Miyeon places her hand on yours, stopping just before her navel.

“Not strictly business matters,” Miyeon says as she slips out of your grip. She gets up and plops herself in your seat behind the desk. “Just, here to let off some steam after today’s photoshoot.”

“Oh, is there something on your mind?” you turn and say, admiring how casual Miyeon looks as she runs her fingers along the armrest of your chair. 

“Hmm~ Nothing too much. I know how much you tire yourself from running this company, working overtime. Every. Single. Day.”

“And?”

“You’re always too busy to come over and say hi,” Miyeon says as she pouts and lolls about in her seat. 

“Miyeon, it’s late. I need to go—” 

Miyeon interrupts you by slamming her heels onto your table with a loud bang. Your eyes snap to attention at Miyeon’s feet wrapped up in her red heels in front of you before shooting back to her. Her angelic features have you feeling like someone spiked your drink, a mesmeric allure to them that clouds your thoughts and stammers your speech.

“Go where?” she retorts, crossing her arms. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Miyeon. I swear, if you don’t get your legs off this table I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna what?” 

A devilish smile creeps its way along her lips. She’s got you right where she wants you.

“What’re you going to do to me, Daddy?”

Miyeon presses your buttons in just the right way and your feel yourself fly into first gear. You hastily fling yourself over to the opposite edge of the table, scooping Miyeon’s legs into your lap.

Before you can even get to unwrapping the present in front of you, Miyeon presses the tip of her heel into your chest, staining your white dress shirt with the outsole of her heel. You try to push her foot away, but wrapping your hands around her ankle is the most you manage to do as she has you pinned against the table.

“You know how feral those heels make me, baby girl?” Your breaths are heavy and stifled, but your arousal peaks with her additional pressure. You slide your hand down towards the knot keeping her straps on, but before you can undo anything Miyeon drives the tip of her heel even harder into your chest.

“Don’t be so aggressive, Daddy. I wore these heels as a present for you. It’s not nice to rip open your gifts. ” Her voice is sickly sweet, a honey-like consistency to it that contrasts heavily to the footwear dagger prepped to bore a hole through your sternum.

“Is this your tactic to —urk— keep me here?” you playfully shoot back, Miyeon comfortably shifting her body weight onto the pinpoint of her heel so you get a close-up view of her polish. 

Her pedicure makes her toes shine like tiny pearls, specks of silver dust like bits of shattered glass that  

Your eyes run under her skirt as you slowly undo the straps, watching the red fabric fall apart to give way to reddened skin underneath.

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. You should’ve told the stylist to get you a larger pair of shoes. I can’t keep having you scarring your delicate feet from these shoes that are just too tight,” you say, massaging away at the reddened marks on Miyeon’s feet.

“It’s the only size that fits me. The others were too big for my feet.” She wiggles her toes in your hand, the same sort of credulous innocence that made you fall for her time and time again. “I want to show my gratitude to Daddy for being so good to me, and I want Daddy to keep giving me what I want.” 

“You’re so thoughtful,” you say, letting Miyeon’s heel drop to the carpeted floor with a thud. You move to begin undoing the laces of Miyeon’s other heel, but she catches you off guard by sliding her foot past your chin such that your nose is caught right between her big and second toe. 

From scent alone, you can tell Miyeon has had a long day. Occasional hints of rose perfume find their way into your olfactory senses, but the majority is replaced by the telltale sour, leathery smell of dance practice and modelling shoots. Miyeon’s reward for your efforts today is trapping your nose 

“I’m sorry if my feet smell, Daddy. I hope they don’t put you off too much.“

"Oh, you hope they don’t put me off? I don’t think that’s it, baby girl. Why don’t you tell Daddy the truth.”  you say as you teasingly run a finger along the length of Miyeon’s sole, watching delightedly as she giggles at the touch.

“You shouldn’t lie to your Daddy. You wore those red heels, came all the way up to my office from the dance studio, sat on my chair and demanded that I give you a raise by scratching my beautifully varnished tabletop…” Your voice trails off as you trace your fingers over the gash in the wood left behind by her playful antics. “You walked around in them all day so they would hurt and smell. And now you’re here to ask for Daddy’s help in taking away the pain, hmmm?”

Miyeon giggles as she nods her head. "Can’t say I don’t enjoy getting caught red-handed, Daddy. I make them sore and stinky so Daddy’s fingers can spend more time rubbing my feet and playing with my arches. And I also know that Daddy loves to take his time burying his nose between my toes to enjoy the wonderful smell.”

Miyeon shows exactly what she means by shoving her foot right into your face, splaying her toes so your vision of her is obscured by her digits. The scent of her feet is unavoidably potent, flooding all your senses until all you can think of is nothing but Miyeon’s feet. You hastily slip off her other heel before tossing her shoe behind you, listening to it bouncing off the couch with a comedic boing before falling to the floor.

You grab both of Miyeon’s legs by the knees and pull her towards you, startling her. You take in a long, deep inhale of Miyeon’s feet, the sudden rush of air between her toes leaving her in a fit of laughter. Miyeon quickly composes herself as your tongue wraps its way around her toes, sliding in and out of the gaps between them. Your office fills with obscene slurps and pops, the animalistic desire to drench the entirety of Miyeon’s feet in your saliva blotting out all other thoughts of professionalism and office ethics. (Not like you even cared for them in the first place)

Miyeon’s soles have this slightly salty, ascorbic taste to them. Sucking on Miyeon’s toes is like popping one of those kid’s multivitamins in your mouth, her petite little digits are just the right size to squeeze three into your mouth in one go. The sensation of Miyeon’s toes brushing against your upper lip alongside the divine sight of a hot and flustered Miyeon is enough to have your cock straining against the fabric of your dress pants, a very obvious tent from your pent-up member.

“I love it when Daddy takes what he wants. Daddy gets so rough when he sees his little princess’s feet. But don’t forget to give the rest of your little princess a bit of loving too~” 

You’re so engrossed in letting your tongue study each and every wrinkle of her soles and toes that you fail to register Miyeon’s words. At least, not until you hear squelching noises that come from somewhere else that isn’t your tongue on Miyeon’s feet. You look over to see Miyeon’s fingers quietly pistoning in and out of their owner, keeping pace with your ministrations.

"Daddy will get to every part of you in a bit. Don’t you worry baby girl.” Between squelches and sucks, you brazenly attempt to fit all of Miyeon’s toes in your mouth, much to the amusement of Miyeon.

“I’m surprised Daddy’s so hungry today. You’re drooling everywhere, all over my toes, my feet. I hope I’m enough to satisfy your appetite.“ You hum to acknowledge Miyeon’s lofty ambitions, before continuing your assault. You’ve practically sucked her toes clean, strands of saliva webbing their way between her toes.

"Don’t forget my arches, Daddy. They miss the way your hands feel.” Miyeon groans, the sounds of your slobbering on her toes accompanied by the squelches of fingers against slick as Miyeon leans further back in her chair.