Chapter 5. Ready (4)
The doorknob at my fingertips slipped out of reach. Her arm wrapped around my waist, squeezing so tightly that no scream could escape. I learned just how mercilessly a dominant alpha could overwhelm an omega if she set her mind to overpowering one with raw force, and in the most terrifying, humiliating way possible.
Was this what power felt like? Could a woman with a husband be disgraced this easily? There was truly nothing holding her back. Having spent her life taking whatever she wanted, there was no reason she would ever stop now.
“Let go of me! Just because you’re an alpha doesn’t mean you can do this!”
“If I let go, you’ll regret it.”
“This is sexual harassment!”
“Report me then.”
Thrashing and squirming with everything I had, I was hauled back and dumped onto the sofa. And I was “placed” right back onto the sofa of her choosing. Like a piece of cargo. Thrown down like trash.
“Report me, Heeju. Go right ahead.”
“You’ve completely lost your mind.”
“Yes, I have.”
I was speechless. On Suhyeon’s right cheek was stained with blood. And the blood kept trickling down without stopping, soaking into her snow-white shirt. Bleeding like that, speaking with no hesitation or pretense, stating nothing but facts… I simply couldn’t handle her.
“I only have one thing I want from you, Heeju.”
“Ask for something reasonable. You’re talking about taking off my panties like it’s nothing.”
“Heeju.”
“What?”
“If I wanted to go the easy route, there would be plenty of ways. Easy enough that I wouldn’t have had to bleed like this.”
She clenched her teeth, biting out every single word. Blood stained her bright white front teeth, too. Her voice, boiling up from deep in her throat, sounded dangerously unstable. Blood kept flowing, as if it needed to be stopped right then and there.
My sharp defiance softened bit by bit. Don’t screw up. My husband’s warning flashed through my mind. The fight instantly drained out of me. I’d already screwed up. Big time.
“I’m sorry. Please, just let me go.”
I buried my face in both hands, my voice pained as I pleaded naively, knowing those words wouldn’t work.
“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me it was repulsive and disgusting. Tell me you never want to see me again. Tell me you didn’t look at my body, my face, my package, and get turned on.”
“Miss On…”
“If that’s the truth, I’ll let you go. Just stop thinking, Heeju. Easy.”
“Fine. Let’s say I was aroused. Hell, let’s say I liked it. What does that change?”
“A lot.”
“What?”
On’s hand slipped between my legs, quietly nestling itself there before I could tense up or twist away, as if it had always belonged there. Then her fingers clamped around my soaked underwear. Her rough, heavy breathing went without saying. I desperately tried to stop her hands as she pulled down on what she held.
“Please, please. I’m sorry.”
“Why? You didn’t do anything wrong. Not a single thing, Heeju.”
The sound of fabric tearing filled the air. I clung to her hand, begging through my sobs. Long, ripping sounds tore through the room one after another. I collapsed against her shoulder, finally surrendering completely.
I stared blankly as my underwear slid down my legs at her touch. Having been soaked for so long, the fabric was dripping with thick, sticky arousal. When her fingers swept over it, I covered my mouth with my hand and finally burst into tears.
“I’m… happy.”
It was an expression of pure awe.
“Heeju, you have no idea how happy I am right now.”
The hand stroking my back had to be On Suhyeon’s. It felt like a hot coal rolling endlessly up and down my spine. I felt more helpless than ashamed. I couldn’t understand a single thing happening right now.
Especially since my husband’s boss was holding my torn underwear, marveling at my slickness. The unknown terrified me. With my face buried in her shoulder, I couldn’t stop crying.
“Fine, I’m wet. What are you going to do now? Huh? Kill me?”
“Of course not.”
“Then are you going to blackmail me into standing and watching every time you have sex, ma’am?”
“Why stand? Wouldn’t that get tiring?”
My tear-stained eyes snapped open. A sharp pain shot through the tip of my tongue. I’d bitten it again. With trembling hands, I pressed down between my exposed legs, having lost my last line of defense.
On Suhyeon was taking off her jacket. The deep blue tuxedo jacket that had first caught my eye hit the floor as soon as she shrugged her shoulders. Next came her bloodstained shirt. With the same impatient hands that had loosened her bow tie, she tore open her shirt buttons and stripped it off. Her chest emerged, glistening with sweat.
She wasn’t even wearing anything under her shirt. Tightly contracted, dark red nipples stood out side by side against her pale torso. It was an incredible sight. Delicate fibers of muscle wrapped around a powerful frame. A woman’s body that was both large and slender. Her scent washed over me like a suffocating wave, making my head spin.
“Just like that.”
“What?”
“That’s how you were looking at me, Heeju.”
I let out a hiccuping gasp and recoiled into the back of the sofa.
“You stared at me the whole time with such shameless fascination. Did you really think you could deny it?”
“So what, are you telling me to offer you my body now?”
Setting aside her shirt, she paused just as she was about to take off her pants. Her taut, furious muscles heaved.
“I think there’s been a slight misunderstanding, Heeju.”
“What misunderstanding?”
“Offering your body implies coercion, doesn’t it?”
“The very fact that you brought me here is coercion, Miss On.”
“Hmm? I just brought you somewhere secure enough for a sensitive conversation.”
She made no effort to hide her displeasure. She knew perfectly well that she had no reason to. As she grabbed my ankle and yanked me toward her, I slid across the soft fabric of the sofa right into her grasp. My body was practically lying flat, and my dress barely covered half my thighs.
“I’m going to make you a proposal now, and if you refuse, I’ll let you go without another word.”
“That’s the problem, Miss On! Someone like me can’t refuse a proposal from someone like you. Do you really think I’d dare reject a dominant alpha who happens to be my husband’s boss?”
“Oh, dear. Can’t have you planning to refuse before you’ve even heard the offer.”
On grabbed my knees and spread them wide. Before I could squeeze them shut, she wedged her upper body between my legs and settled into place. Her hot body was sticky with sweat and unyieldingly firm. Her massive chest heaved up and down. My earlier impression that her chest was “broad” proved to be undeniable fact.
The skin on the inside of my thighs felt her every move. We stared at each other in that illicit pose. The heat surrounding us smelled sour, as if we had already been through a round of intense sex.
“Just because I was watching your body doesn’t mean I’m looking to mess around or cheat on my husband.”
“I’d imagine so.”
“Look, I’m not the kind of person who can handle something like this.”
Her body tensed up. Her flat belly ground against the space between my legs. Dark pubic hair peeked out across her abdomen and chest. My trembling hands couldn’t keep still. First I clawed at the sofa, then I gripped my hitching dress.
“I’ve never slept with anyone other than my husband. Let alone a woman. I’m serious. And on top of that, you’re an alpha…”
“I’m sure that’s true. I believe you.”
She cupped her hands over mine, which wore my wedding ring. Only after her hands completely covered the back of my hand did my trembling finally cease.
“I know you’re a good person, Heeju. And I know you live in a different world from mine. That’s a compliment.”
Lifting the hand that had covered mine, she smoothed back the strands of hair stuck to my forehead with sweat. Her fingertips were painstakingly thorough. She wiped the perspiration from my disheveled bangs and ran her fingers gently through my hair. The tenderness with which she handled me, as though dealing with something precious to her, was entirely unexpected.
“If you weren’t a good person, the second you saw that scene, you would have whipped out your phone and turned on the camera. Do you have any idea how much money you’d get for handing something like that over to the press?”
On Suhyeon’s red-stained face, caked with dried blood, drew close to mine. A heavy weight filled the space between my legs. I instinctively knew it was her cock, swollen to its full length inside her pants. It ground slickly against my wet core. My head kept tilting back.
“Something in you is driving me wild, Heeju, and I desperately need it right now.”
She needs me. Me. Someone who was a speck of dust underfoot in the world she looked down upon. Dare I… me?
“Three months.”
She said.
“Give me just three months of your time.”
Her tongue licked up my exposed neck. She slowly, softly licked the length of my throat, where thick veins looked ready to burst.
Then she took my chin in her hand, forcing me to meet her gaze. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she reached down into her pants. She pulled out her dick, which had been painfully curled up inside. A gasp broke from my lips, breathless and unbidden.
“Don’t you want this, Heeju?”
She slipped off one of my shoes. Then she pressed her dick, leaking slick fluid bit by bit, against my bare foot. It was wet, hot, and bigger than I knew how to describe. It was so perfect that I wondered why she even needed me for it to function properly.
“Take it. I’ll give it to you. Along with anything else you need.”
If I could, I wanted to ask someone, anyone, what on earth they would do in a moment like this. But I couldn’t, so I had no choice but to decide for myself. Despite all the wrestling and arguing since stepping into this room, my choice took no more than a split second.
Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I pressed my foot into her dick. I ground down firmly until a stifled groan escaped her sharply defined red lips, squishing it beneath my weight. Her blood-crusted face twisted into a lustful grimace. The moment her shoulders shuddered and she came over my foot, I finally gave her a single nod.