One hand clamps my hip, bruising. The other fists his cock, lining up. "Quiet," he growls, voice wrecked from my throat. "You earned this."
The fat head notches against my rim—blunt pressure, stretching—and I brace, heart slamming, knowing exactly how this ends.
I drop my forehead to the vinyl, eyes slamming shut like that'll make this whole nightmare vanish. The bench smells like cheap leather and my own sweat, clinging to my skin as I brace. Wrists raw under the belt, ass still throbbing like a motherfucker from his little "lesson," every nerve lit up and screaming. My hole clenches on nothing, traitorously empty, slick and ready despite the war raging in my skull.
Just get it over with,I think, grinding my teeth.Fuck me and leave so I can pretend this never happened.
The blunt head presses harder—hot, insistent—right against my rim. Then he surges forward.
One brutal, claiming thrust.
My eyes fly open anyway, a raw, broken moan ripping from my throat—deep and filthy, echoing off the mirrors like a porn soundtrack. "Fuuuuck—" It stretches me wide, that thick burn splitting me open, every inch dragging against my walls until he bottoms out, balls slapping my stinging cheeks. My vision whites out for a second, toes curling, cock trapped and pulsing under me. Mortifying. I sound like a bitch in heat, body arching back into him on instinct, chasing the fullness like it's oxygen.
He doesn't let me hide in it. Big hand clamps my throat from behind—fingers wrapping tight, thumb under my jaw—forcing my head up with zero give. "Watch," he growls, breath scorching my ear. "Watch what you do to me."
My eyes lock on the mirror. Can't look away. There I am—face wrecked, mouth slack and drool-slick, eyes glassy. Behind me, Donghwa's a fucking vision: tattoos rippling over flexing shoulders, abs cut sharp as he pulls back slow, cock dragging out shiny, veins bulging. Then he snaps forward—hard, hips slapping my ass with a wetcrackthat reignites the welts. I jolt, moan punching out again, watching his cock disappear between my cheeks.
"Look at you," he rasps, thrusting steady now, deep and punishing. Each plunge jolts me forward, tits scraping the bench, cock grinding helpless against the padding. "Taking it so pretty. All that jealousy for nothing."
"Shut—ah—up," I gasp, but it's weak, hips rocking back to meet him, chasing the spark against my prostate. Fire and pleasure twist together, my balls drawing tight already. He's wrecking me—methodical, owning every slide in and out, the mirror showing it all: my flushed dick leaking steady, his grip bruising my throat, keeping my eyes on the show.
He shifts—arm banding my waist, hauling my chest off the bench just enough to arch me back against him. My bound hands strain useless under the frame, but now his free hand snakes down, wraps my cock in a vise grip. Rough. Controlling. No mercy strokes—twisting at the head, thumb smearing precum over the slit, pumping hard in time with his hips.
"Fuck—Donghwa—!" My head lolls against his shoulder, mirror reflection fracturing as pleasure coils vicious in my gut. He's everywhere—cock spearing deep, hand jerking relentless, throat locked in his palm. I shout, raw and desperate, as it hits: white-hot explosion ripping through me. Cum spurts thick over his fist, splattering the bench in messy ropes, my hole clamping down like a fist around him.
I shatter—shouting his name like a curse, body convulsing, vision spotting black. He doesn't stop, milking every drop,fucking me through it until I'm a trembling, a spent mess slumped over the bench.
My vision fractures into stars, cock jerking in useless spasms against the bench as the last weak spurt dribbles out. I'm done—muscles seizing, lungs heaving like I've sprinted a marathon uphill. Donghwa's still buried deep, hips grinding lazy circles, dragging his cock over that spot inside me that makes my toes curl even now. His fist stays locked around my spent dick, squeezing out aftershocks until I'm whimpering, oversensitive and boneless.
"Fuck," I slur into the vinyl, forehead pressed slick against it. My ass throbs around him, welts singing from the spanking, hole stretched and greedy. The mirror shows it all—my wrecked face, his tattoos flexing over sweat-slick shoulders as he looms. I should be furious. Should buck him off, demand he unties me, call him every name under the sun. But my body's gone traitor soft, humming with stupid, sated glow.
He leans in heavier, chest sealing to my back, trapping heat between us. His breath ghosts my nape—hot, ragged—right over the faded bite scar that's probably glowing fresh under my skin. One hand slides up from my hip, fingers tracing the knobs of my spine before tangling in my hair. Yanks my head back sharp, exposing my throat. I gasp, arching on reflex, the pull sparking fresh tingles down my nerves.
"There's a good boy," he murmurs, voice gravel-shredded from my throat earlier. Lips brush my neck—soft, teasing—then his tongue flicks out. Flat and wet, lapping a slow, deliberate stripe up the back of my neck, right over the mating gland. Salt from my sweat mixes with his spit, the drag sending shivers exploding down my arms. It's possessive. Claiming. My pulse hammers under his mouth, cock giving a pathetic twitch despite being milked dry.
What the—
Before I can snark, teeth sink in.
Sharp. Brutal. Breaking skin just enough to sting, pinning me like a collar. The bond ignites—white-hot flare ripping through my veins, every nerve lighting up at once. I shout, raw and shattered, body bowing off the bench as his knot swells.
Oh god—fuck—
It balloons at the base, thick and unrelenting, stretching my rim to the screaming edge. Inch by merciless inch, forcing my hole wider, locking us flush. Pain twists with the burn—too full, too much—but it melts fast into filthy pressure, grinding his cockhead dead-on my prostate. My vision grays, toes digging into the mat, a whine ripping from my throat around his teeth.
He groans into the bite—deep, animal rumble vibrating straight through me—as he comes. Hot jets pulse deep inside, flooding my ass, marking every clench from within. It's endless, thick ropes painting my walls, the knot trapping it all, pressure building until I'm bloated with him. The bond sings—satisfaction crashing over me like a wave, rubbing out the last embers of rage in my chest. Jealousy? Sejun? Gone. Blasted to ash under this flood, leaving nothing but hazy, glowingmine.
I slump, trembling, hiccupping soft against his clamped jaw. His teeth release with a wet drag, tongue soothing the fresh mark—lapping blood and claiming it all over again. The knot throbs, tying us, his hips twitching lazy as the last spurts fill me up.
Bewildered, I blink at the mirror. My reflection's a stranger—eyes blown, lips swollen, neck dripping red under his mouth. No anger left. Just this stupid, bone-deep calm, like he fucked the fight right out of me.What the hell just happened?
His arms band my waist, pulling me tighter against him. "Good," he mutters against my skin, smug as hell. "Now you're listening."
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ispend the next three days walking like I have a stick up my ass, which, considering the events in the gym, isn't entirely inaccurate metaphorically speaking. Physically, the sting faded after a day, but the psychological bruise is turning a lovely shade of purple right on my ego.
I’m behaving. That’s the worst part. I’m actually behaving.
