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elryuse · 25 days ago

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Serial Killer's Love

Yandere Hyeju X Male Reader

Tags : Serial Killer Hyeju, Dom Hyeju, Teasing, Threat, Edging, Yandere, Dominance, Submissive Male Reader

Words : 5,806 Words

This is a Lovely Commision Work for my Mate @starconstruction Hope you Enjoyed it Bruv.

The bass throbbed in your ears, drowning out the mundane sounds of the bustling street. Lost in the rhythm, you navigated the sidewalk, plastic grocery bags swinging lightly against your legs. A chilling gust of wind, sharper than usual, sent a shiver down your spine. You instinctively pulled your thin jacket tighter, oblivious to the figure lurking in the shadows across the street.

She watched you, her gaze a predatory gleam in the fading light. Every sway of your hips, every careless glance over your shoulder, fueled the fire within her. She had been watching you for weeks, meticulously charting your routine, memorizing your favorite haunts. Tonight, the hunt would culminate.

You, unaware of the eyes tracking your every move, turned down the alleyway, a shortcut you often took to reach your apartment building. The bassline faded, replaced by the eerie silence of the concrete walls. A metallic glint caught your eye – a discarded can, perhaps? As you drew closer, a strangled cry pierced the stillness.

Your music abruptly cut out, the silence now deafening. You rounded the corner, your heart pounding against your ribs. A young woman lay crumpled on the cobblestones, her eyes wide with terror, a crimson stain blooming on her shirt. A figure in a black hoodie, face obscured by a mask, stood over her, the glint of a knife reflecting the dying light.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. The killer, seemingly oblivious to your presence, methodically plunged the knife into the woman's chest again and again, a chilling efficiency in his movements. The woman's muffled screams were quickly silenced, her body twitching with each agonizing thrust.

Terror, cold and paralyzing, gripped you. You wanted to scream, to run, to alert someone, but your limbs felt leaden. The killer, his work finished, finally turned his head. Your eyes met. Your blood ran cold. The eyes, though obscured by the mask, held a chilling intensity, a predatory hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

With a chillingly casual shrug, the killer turned and melted back into the shadows. You, your mind reeling, backed away slowly, your heart hammering against your ribs. The image of the woman's lifeless body, the killer's chilling gaze, was seared into your memory. You knew you should call the police, but a strange sense of dread washed over you. What if the killer was still nearby? What if you alerted him to your presence? You decided to play it safe, hoping that the killer had already left the area.

Days turned into weeks, and the memory of the murder began to fade, replaced by a weary sense of normalcy. You tried to convince yourself that it was just a horrific incident, a random act of violence that had nothing to do with you. You returned to your routine, the music once again filling your days, but the lingering unease remained.

One evening, as you unlocked your apartment door, a chilling realization washed over you. The lights were on.

You hesitated, your hand hovering over the light switch. The apartment felt different, a subtle shift in the air, a sense of being watched. You crept inside, your heart pounding.

The living room was bathed in a soft, warm glow. On the sofa, a figure sat perched on the edge, their back to you.

"Welcome home," a voice, low and husky, greeted you.

You froze, your blood running cold. The voice, though disguised, sent shivers down your spine. It was the same chilling intensity you had seen in the killer's eyes.

Slowly, the figure turned, and your breath caught in your throat. It was her. The killer. Her face, though pale and gaunt, was no longer obscured by the mask. Her eyes, the same chilling intensity burning within them, held a strange mixture of admiration and obsession.

"I've been waiting for you," she said, her voice a silken caress.

You, speechless with terror, could only stare at her, your mind reeling. How? How had she found you?

She stood up, her gaze never leaving your face. "You were so brave," she murmured, her voice laced with a chilling admiration. "To witness such horror and remain so calm."

You, backing away, felt a wave of nausea. "Who… who are you?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

She chuckled, a low, melodic sound that sent chills down your spine. "Let's just say… I've been intrigued by you."

You, your eyes wide with terror, felt a cold dread creeping into your bones. You had escaped the alleyway, only to fall into a trap far more terrifying.

Hyeju, her gaze fixed on you, took a step closer. "Don't worry," she said, her voice a silken caress. "I won't hurt you… not yet."

She reached out, her fingers brushing against your cheek. You flinched, your body trembling uncontrollably.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered, her breath fanning against your skin. "So fascinating."

You, trapped, could only stare at her, your heart pounding like a drum. You had stumbled upon Hyeju's hunt, only to become the prey.

Hyeju’s gaze held you captive, a predator sizing up its prey. "You see," she purred, her voice a silken thread, "I admire your restraint. Most would have panicked, called the authorities. But you… you understood the futility of such actions."

A shiver ran down your spine. Her words, though laced with praise, chilled you to the bone. You knew she was right. The police couldn't protect you from someone who seemed to anticipate your every move.

"But," she continued, her eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement, "silence has its own price."

Your heart hammered against your ribs. What price did she demand?

"A game," she declared, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips. "A little test of your… resilience."

Panic clawed at the edges of your sanity. "A game?" you echoed, your voice trembling.

"Indeed," Hyeju leaned forward, her eyes boring into yours. "If you refuse to play, the consequences… well, let's just say they wouldn't be pleasant."

The chilling implication hung heavy in the air. You knew she was capable of anything. The image of the woman in the alleyway flashed before your eyes, a stark reminder of her ruthlessness.

"How… how do we play?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

A triumphant glint entered Hyeju's eyes. "Excellent choice," she purred. "The first game is simple. Trust."

Hyeju gestured towards the kitchen. "Go," she commanded, her voice low and dangerous. "Bring me a knife."

Your mind raced. Disobey, and face the consequences. But obedience… it felt like walking into a trap. Yet, you had no choice. You stumbled towards the kitchen, your every move a calculated gamble.

Hyeju watched you, a predatory gleam in her eyes. She relished your fear, the way it made you tremble, the way it fueled her. This was just the beginning. The games would only get more terrifying, more insidious. She would break you, piece by agonizing piece, until you were completely hers.

You returned with the knife, your hands trembling. Hyeju held out her hand, a chilling smile playing on her lips.

"Now," she commanded, her voice low and dangerous, "hand it to me."

You hesitated, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear, dread, and a flicker of defiance. But defiance was a luxury you couldn't afford.

With trembling hands, you placed the knife in Hyeju's outstretched palm. She examined it, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"Good," she murmured, a chilling satisfaction in her voice. "Very good."

Hyeju then gestured towards the couch.

"Sit," she commanded.

You obeyed, your body trembling uncontrollably. Hyeju sat opposite you, the knife gleaming menacingly in her hand.

"Now," she said, her voice a silken caress, "we wait.

The silence that followed was deafening. You sat frozen, your eyes locked with Hyeju's, your mind racing. What was she waiting for? What was the next test?

Hyeju, watching you, felt a thrill course through her. Your fear, your helplessness, it was intoxicating. This game, this dance of death, was only just beginning.

The night stretched on, an eternity of agonizing silence. You sat trapped, a prisoner in your own home, at the mercy of a predator. Hyeju, observing your every twitch, your every gasp, savored the slow, agonizing descent into madness. This was her masterpiece, a symphony of fear and control, and you, my dear, were her unwilling audience.

The silence stretched on, an eternity of agonizing silence. You sat frozen, your eyes locked with Hyeju's, your mind racing. What was she waiting for? What was the next test?

Hyeju, watching you, felt a thrill course through her. Your fear, your helplessness, it was intoxicating. This was her masterpiece, a symphony of fear and control, and you, my dear, were her unwilling audience.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Hyeju broke the silence. "Ready for the next game?" she purred, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. "Wh…what is it?" you stammered.

Hyeju rose to her feet, pacing before you like a caged animal. "This one," she declared, her voice dripping with a chilling amusement, "requires a bit more… physicality."

She gestured towards the window, moonlight illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. "Go," she commanded, her voice low and dangerous. "Open the window."

Your heart pounded against your ribs. "But… but it's cold outside," you protested weakly.

Hyeju's smile widened, revealing a flash of sharp teeth. "Objection noted," she conceded, her voice laced with a chilling amusement. "But rules are rules."

You stumbled towards the window, your legs weak. Opening it, you felt the icy night air wash over you, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Now," Hyeju commanded, her voice a silken thread, "stand there."

You obeyed, your body trembling uncontrollably. The cold air bit at your skin, but the fear that gripped you was far more chilling.

Hyeju circled you, her gaze a predator sizing up its prey. "Good," she murmured, a chilling satisfaction in her voice. "Now, let's see how long you can last."

With a chilling laugh, Hyeju turned and walked back to the couch, settling into the cushions. She watched you, a cruel amusement dancing in her eyes, as the icy wind whipped at your face.

You shivered uncontrollably, your teeth chattering. The cold was unbearable, but the fear of disobeying Hyeju was even worse. You clung to the hope that she would end this cruel game soon, but as the minutes ticked by, that hope began to dwindle.

Hyeju, observing your suffering, felt a perverse sense of pleasure. She savored your every shiver, every gasp for breath. This was her game, her creation, and you were her puppet, dancing to her cruel tune.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Hyeju gestured towards the couch. "Come," she commanded, her voice laced with a chilling amusement. "The game is over."

You stumbled towards the couch, your body numb with cold. Hyeju watched you, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"Not bad," she conceded, a chilling smile playing on her lips. "But next time," she added, her voice a low growl, "it will be colder."

You sank onto the couch, your body trembling uncontrollably. The fear that gripped you was far more chilling than the cold. You knew this was just the beginning. Hyeju had tasted your fear, and she craved more.

Hyeju leaned forward, her gaze boring into yours. "Now," she purred, her voice a silken thread, "let's play another game."

You closed your eyes, a wave of despair washing over you. You were trapped, a prisoner in your own home, at the mercy of a sadistic predator. And you knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was only the beginning of your torment.

Suddenly, you felt a weight on your lap. You jolted, your eyes flying open to find Hyeju perched there, her legs draped over yours. A gasp escaped your lips, your mind reeling.

Hyeju chuckled, a low, melodic sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Surprised?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

You were speechless, your mind struggling to comprehend the situation. She was… sitting on you. Her proximity, the warmth of her body against yours, was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Hyeju, sensing your confusion, leaned closer, her breath fanning against your face. With a chillingly casual gesture, she produced the knife, its blade glinting menacingly in the dim light.

Before you could react, she ran the cold steel along your cheek, a thin line of blood tracing its path. A tear, born of a mixture of fear and a strange, inexplicable arousal, escaped your eye.

Hyeju, her eyes widening with a predatory gleam, immediately leaned down and licked the tear from your cheek. "Salty," she murmured, a low, appreciative growl rumbling in her chest.

You shuddered, your body trembling uncontrollably. This was beyond anything you could have imagined.

Hyeju, her senses heightened, leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "But," she whispered, her voice a seductive caress, "the most delicious tears are yet to come."

She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. "Now," she purred, "let's play the most dangerous game of all."

Before you could even comprehend her words, Hyeju leaned in and pressed her lips to yours.

The kiss was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions – fear, disgust, and a strange, forbidden arousal. You tried to pull away, but Hyeju held you captive, her grip tightening around your neck.

Her tongue explored your mouth, a cold, invasive serpent. You struggled against her, but it was futile. She was stronger, more powerful, and completely in control.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a strange sense of surrender. You were drowning, drowning in a sea of fear and a forbidden desire.

Hyeju, sensing your submission, deepened the kiss, her hands exploring your body, tracing the contours of your muscles.

You were lost, completely lost in the intoxicating haze of fear and desire. The line between predator and prey had blurred, and you were no longer sure which side you were on.

Hyeju, her eyes closed, savored the taste of your fear, the feel of your trembling body beneath her. This was her masterpiece, a symphony of dominance and submission, and you, my dear, were her willing conductor.

Hyeju’s laughter echoed in the dimly lit room, a low, melodic sound that seemed to wrap around you like a shroud. Her presence was overwhelming, her proximity electrifying. You could feel the heat of her body pressed against yours, the weight of her thighs straddling your hips, pinning you down with an almost casual authority. Your breath hitched as her lips curled into a knowing smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Surprised?" she purred, her voice dripping with a dangerous charm that sent shivers racing down your spine.

You were frozen, your mind struggling to process the situation. Hyeju, The serial killer, the woman Who killed that man in the alley was here, sitting on you, her dominance palpable. Her fingers trailed lightly along your collarbone, and though her touch was gentle, there was no mistaking the threat behind it. She leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear, and whispered, “I’ve been watching you.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, every nerve in your body alight with a mixture of fear and something far more primal. Before you could respond, Hyeju shifted slightly, her hand dipping into the pocket of her fitted leather jacket. She produced a knife, its blade catching the faint glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. The cold steel gleamed as she brought it to your cheek, the edge pressing just enough to make your skin prickle.

“Do you trust me?” she asked, her voice soft, almost tender, as if she were asking about the weather.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “I…”

The words died on your lips as she dragged the blade slowly across your cheek. A sharp sting followed, and you felt the warmth of blood welling up. A tear slipped unbidden from your eye, tracing a path down your face. Hyeju paused, her gaze locking onto the tear with an intensity that made your stomach twist. Without hesitation, she leaned down, her tongue flicking out to catch the droplet before it could fall.

“Salty,” she murmured, a low, appreciative growl rumbling in her chest. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she pulled back, her dark eyes shining with a predatory gleam. “But the most delicious tears… are yet to come.”

Her words hung in the air like a promise, heavy and laden with intention. You shuddered, your body trembling beneath her, caught between the urge to fight and an inexplicable pull toward surrender. Hyeju seemed to sense your inner turmoil, her smile widening as she tilted her head, studying you like a cat playing with its prey.

“Now,” she said, her voice a seductive whisper, “let’s play the most dangerous game of all.”

Before you could even think to protest, she pressed her lips to yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was possessive, demanding, a claiming of territory you hadn’t realized was hers to take. Her tongue slid against yours, cold and invasive, and you tried to pull away, but her grip tightened around your neck, holding you firmly in place.

You struggled, your hands instinctively moving to push her off, but she was unyielding. Her strength was undeniable, her dominance absolute. And yet, beneath the fear, beneath the shock, something else stirred—a deep, forbidden desire that coiled in the pit of your stomach, threatening to unravel your resolve.

As the kiss deepened, Hyeju’s hands began to roam, slipping beneath your shirt to trace the contours of your muscles. Her touch was deliberate, calculated, designed to elicit a response. And despite yourself, you found your resistance crumbling. The line between predator and prey blurred, leaving you adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions.

When she finally broke the kiss, her lips brushed against your ear, her voice a low, sultry murmur. “Do you feel it? That spark… that fire?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All you could do was nod, your body betraying you as it arched ever so slightly toward hers. Hyeju chuckled, a sound both cruel and sensual, as she sat back to admire her handiwork.

“Good,” she said, her tone laced with satisfaction. “Because I intend to fan those flames until they consume you completely.”

With that, she began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate, each piece of clothing revealing more of her flawless form. The leather jacket fell away first, followed by the tight black turtleneck she wore underneath. Her skin glowed in the muted light, her curves accentuated by the shadowy atmosphere. She paused, her fingers hovering at the clasp of her bra, and shot you a look that was equal parts challenge and invitation.

“You want this,” she stated, her voice a commanding purr. “Don’t lie to yourself.”

And deep down, you knew she was right. Despite the fear, despite the danger, there was a part of you that yearned for whatever twisted pleasure she had in store. You watched, transfixed, as she removed the last barrier between you, her body now completely bare and breathtakingly beautiful.

Hyeju rose to her feet, her confidence radiating like a force of nature. She stepped closer, her hips swaying with a hypnotic rhythm, until she stood over you once more. With one foot planted on either side of your hips, she lowered herself slowly, her body brushing against yours in a tantalizing tease.

“Let me hear you say it,” she demanded, her voice a velvet command. “Tell me how much you want this.”

Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. Words failed you, lost in the haze of desire and fear that clouded your mind. Hyeju’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as she leaned down, her breasts pressing against your chest, her lips brushing against yours in a fleeting caress.

“That’s alright,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “Actions speak louder than words, after all.”

Her hand slid down your body, fingertips trailing over your abdomen, lower and lower, until they reached the waistband of your pants. She paused, her eyes locking onto yours, and with a single, fluid motion, she undid the button and zipper, freeing the hardness that had been straining against the fabric.

“So eager,” she cooed, her fingers wrapping around you in a firm grip. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.”

You gasped, your body arching involuntarily as she began to stroke you, her touch expertly coaxing sensations you’d never known existed. Hyeju’s lips curled into a wicked smile, her other hand coming up to cup your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.

“This is only the beginning,” she promised, her voice a low, sultry murmur. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for more.”

And as her thumb swiped over the sensitive tip of your cock, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, you realized with a mix of terror and exhilaration that she was right. You were hers—body, mind, and soul. There was no escape, no reprieve. Only her.

Hyeju’s laugh echoed once more, rich and throaty, as she positioned herself above you, her entrance hovering just above your aching length.

“Ready?” she teased, her voice dripping with malice and desire.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for what was to come, knowing full well that once she claimed you, there would be no going back.

Hyeju’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned back, her fingers trailing down your chest before reaching for something hidden beneath the bed. The sound of metal clinking against itself sent a fresh wave of panic through you, and your stomach dropped when she pulled out a set of silk restraints.

Her eyes locked onto yours, dark and predatory, as she whispered, “You thought I’d let you move?” Her voice was low, almost soothing in its malice, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside you.

Before you could protest—not that you had the strength to—she grabbed your wrists with surprising ease, binding them tightly above your head. The silk felt cool and smooth against your skin, but the sensation only heightened your awareness of how utterly helpless you were. Hyeju leaned over you, her breath hot against your ear as she murmured, “Now, be a good little thing and stay still for me.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, a strange mix of fear and arousal coiling tight in your gut. You wanted to fight, to scream, to do anything other than lie there like some obedient pet, but your body betrayed you, trembling under her touch.

Hyeju’s smirk widened as she sat back on her heels, her gaze raking over your bound form like a predator surveying its prey. “Perfect,” she purred, her fingers brushing lightly over your collarbone, sending sparks of electricity skittering across your skin. “Absolutely perfect.”

Her touch was maddening, feather-light and teasing, as if she enjoyed drawing out every second of your torment. She traced the outline of your muscles, her nails dragging slightly, leaving faint red lines in their wake. You bit your lip to stifle a groan, but Hyeju noticed, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Oh, don’t hold back,” she murmured, leaning down to press a kiss just below your jaw. “I want to hear every sound you make.”

Her tongue flicked out, hot and wet against your neck, and you couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped your lips. Hyeju chuckled, the sound low and throaty, as she continued her descent, her mouth leaving a trail of fire wherever it touched.

By the time she reached your chest, your breathing was ragged, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure she could hear it. She paused, her lips hovering just above your nipple, and you held your breath, waiting for what came next.

“Tell me,” she whispered, her breath ghosting over your sensitive skin, “do you like it when I tease you? When I make you squirm?”

You shook your head frantically, desperate to deny the truth, but Hyeju simply laughed. “It’s adorable how much you lie to yourself,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “But don’t worry. I’ll make you admit it sooner or later.”

With that, she closed her mouth around your nipple, sucking hard enough to make you arch off the bed. A strangled cry tore from your throat, and Hyeju hummed in approval, her tongue swirling and flicking until you were gasping for air.

She didn’t stop there. Her hands roamed freely now, tracing the planes of your abdomen, dipping into the hollows of your hips, exploring every inch of you as if she were memorizing your body. Her touch was everywhere at once, overwhelming and intoxicating, and you felt yourself drowning in the sensations she stirred within you.

When her fingers finally brushed against the inside of your thigh, you jerked instinctively, but the restraints held firm, keeping you pinned in place. Hyeju tsked softly, her lips curving into a pout. “Naughty,” she chided, her nails digging into your flesh just enough to sting. “Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”

You whimpered, your mind too clouded with desire to form a coherent response. Hyeju seemed to take that as an invitation, her hand sliding higher, closer to where you needed her most.

“So eager,” she teased, her fingers grazing the edge of your arousal without giving you the relief you craved. “Do you even realize how much power you’re giving me right now?”

The question hung in the air between you, heavy and unspoken, but you didn’t have the strength—or the will—to answer. Hyeju’s eyes burned with intensity as she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a mockery of a kiss.

“I could do anything to you right now,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Anything at all. And you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry, but you couldn’t bring yourself to deny it. Because deep down, you knew she was right. You would let her do anything. And that knowledge terrified you more than anything else.

Hyeju must have seen the realization in your eyes because she smiled, slow and deliberate, before pulling away. “Good,” she said, her tone soft but laced with authority. “Now let’s see how far I can push you.”

Without another word, she lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to trace a line down your stomach. The sensation was electric, every nerve in your body screaming for more, but Hyeju took her time, savoring every reaction she pulled from you.

By the time she reached your inner thighs, you were shaking, your breaths coming in shallow gasps. Hyeju paused, her lips hovering inches from where you needed her most, and you nearly cried out in frustration.

“Beg,” she commanded, her voice sharp and demanding. “If you want me to touch you, then beg.”

Your face burned with shame, but the ache inside you was unbearable, leaving you no choice. “Please,” you whispered, your voice hoarse and barely audible. “Please, Hyeju…”

She cocked her head, her expression one of pure triumph. “Louder,” she ordered, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “I want to hear you say it properly.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you forced the words past your lips. “Please, Hyeju… touch me. Please…”

Her grin widened, and she leaned in, her breath warm against your skin. “Good boy,” she purred, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “Now, let’s see if I can make you scream.”

Hyeju’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes dark with hunger as she leaned back, surveying you like a predator savoring its prey. Her fingers trailed lazily down your chest, nails scraping lightly against your skin, leaving faint red lines in their wake. You shuddered, your body trembling beneath her touch, every nerve on fire from the torment of her teasing.

“You’re so eager,” she murmured, her voice low and dripping with amusement. “So desperate for me. It’s almost pathetic.” Her hand slid lower, her fingertips brushing just above where you needed her most, before stopping abruptly. She tilted her head, watching you squirm with a cruel smile. “But I suppose that’s what makes this so fun.”

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the whimper threatening to escape. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking contact, but she pulled back just out of reach. A soft laugh escaped her lips, the sound sending a jolt of both humiliation and arousal through you.

“Ah, ah,” she chided, wagging a finger in mock disapproval. “I didn’t say you could move, did I?” Her tone was light, almost playful, but there was an edge to it—a reminder of who was in control. “You’ll have to ask nicely if you want me to continue.”

Your breath hitched, your mind clouded with conflicting emotions. Shame burned in your chest, but the ache between your legs was unbearable, overriding any sense of dignity. “Please,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please, Hyeju…”

She arched an eyebrow, leaning in closer until her lips were inches from yours. “I can’t hear you,” she teased, her breath warm against your skin. “Say it again. And this time, mean it.”

You swallowed hard, your body betraying you as another wave of need crashed over you. “Please,” you begged, louder this time, your voice cracking under the weight of desperation. “Please touch me… I need you…”

Her grin widened, and she let out a low hum of approval. “That’s better,” she purred, her hand finally moving, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles just above your aching core. You gasped, your back arching off the bed, but she immediately stopped, pulling her hand away.

“Not so fast,” she scolded, her voice sharp. “You don’t get to decide when we’re done. That’s up to me.” Her gaze bore into yours, commanding obedience. “Understand?”

You nodded frantically, your heart pounding in your chest. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I understand.”

Her smile softened, though the predatory gleam in her eyes never wavered. “Good boy,” she said, her tone almost affectionate. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke, her hot breath making you shiver. “Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”

Her tongue flicked out, licking a slow, torturous path down your neck, her teeth grazing your skin just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through you. You whimpered, your hands clenching at the silk bindings that held you in place. She chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin, and continued her descent, her lips trailing lower, lower, until they reached the curve of your hip.

Her teeth nipped at the sensitive skin there, and you cried out, your body writhing helplessly beneath her. “Please,” you begged again, your voice breaking. “Hyeju, please…”

She paused, glancing up at you with a wicked smile. “Please what?” she asked, her tone innocent, as if she hadn’t been driving you to the brink of madness. “Use your words, darling.”

You whimpered, tears welling in your eyes from the sheer intensity of it all. “Please… make me come,” you pleaded, the words spilling out in a rush. “I can’t take it anymore…”

Her expression softened, though the devious glint in her eyes remained. “Oh, my poor little thing,” she cooed, her fingers brushing against your inner thigh. “You’re so worked up already. Did you really think I’d let you off that easy?”

Before you could respond, her mouth found its target, and you nearly screamed as her tongue dipped inside you, slow and deliberate, savoring every reaction she drew from you. Your entire body convulsed, your chest heaving as waves of pleasure rolled through you. But just as you teetered on the edge, she pulled away, leaving you gasping and shaking.

“No!” you cried, your voice raw with desperation. “Please, don’t stop…”

She sat back, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk. “Begging already?” she purred, tilting her head as if considering your plea. “Such a needy little thing. I think I like you like this—completely at my mercy.”

Her fingers replaced her mouth, pressing against your slick folds, teasing your entrance without fully entering. You moaned, your hips pushing toward her hand, but she kept the pressure light, maddeningly slow. “Please,” you sobbed, your vision blurring as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside you. “Please, Hyeju… I’ll do anything…”

Her grin widened, and she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. “Anything?” she echoed, her voice a sultry murmur. “Careful what you promise, darling. I might just hold you to it.”

With that, she finally gave you what you craved, her fingers plunging deep inside you as her thumb pressed against your clit, circling mercilessly. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as the first wave of bliss crashed over you. But just as quickly, she withdrew, leaving you panting and trembling, your body quivering on the edge of release.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her voice a silken command. “I’m not done with you.” Her hands moved to your waist, flipping you onto your stomach with ease. You gasped, your face pressing into the sheets as she positioned herself behind you, her body hovering just out of reach.

“You’re mine,” she growled, her voice thick with possessiveness. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Her hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as she lined herself up. The anticipation was agony, every second stretching into eternity as you waited, trembling, for her next move. When she finally pushed inside you, it was with a brutal force that stole the breath from your lungs. You gasped, your fingers clawing at the sheets as she began to move, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

“Scream for me,” she demanded, her voice a low growl. “Let me hear how much you need this.”

And you did. Your cries filled the room, mingling with the sound of her harsh breaths as she claimed you completely. Your body was no longer your own, lost in a haze of pleasure and submission as she brought you to the brink once more. Just as you felt yourself about to tip over, she slowed, her movements becoming agonizingly deliberate.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her voice a cruel caress. “Not until I say so.”

You sobbed, your body trembling with the effort to hold on. “Please,” you begged, your voice broken. “Please, Hyeju… let me come…”

She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Soon,” she promised, her tone laced with dark amusement. “But first, I want to hear you beg one more time…”