Make it harder.
The engine roared down the deserted road as Jay drove with exasperating calm, as if there were no rush at all. Seulgi, still breathing heavily, shifted in her seat, feeling Jay’s gaze on her every now and then.
—Stop moving —Jay ordered in a low, firm voice, eyes never leaving the road—. Or I swear I’ll pull over and make you beg right there.
Seulgi swallowed hard, turning her gaze toward the window. Her body still vibrated with the echoes of what had happened on the road, and Jay’s threat only fanned the flames that hadn’t yet burned out.
When they arrived at Jay’s house, Seulgi barely had time to react before the other woman grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the door once inside. The dim light barely illuminated their faces, but Jay’s dark eyes trapped her in a spell she didn’t want to break free from.
—You know this isn’t over, right? —Jay whispered against her lips before kissing her with a hunger that stole her breath away.
Seulgi responded with the same desperation, fingers tangling in Jay’s hair as their bodies melted into a scorching heat. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, hands explored with no hesitation, as if trying to memorize every inch of skin.
Jay broke the kiss only to grab her wrist and drag her with determined force to the bedroom. Seulgi didn’t protest, her racing pulse making it clear how much she craved what was coming.
The metallic click of handcuffs shattered the silence as Jay pulled them from a drawer and, with a lopsided smirk, secured Seulgi’s wrists to the headboard of the bed.
—Too much? —Jay asked, fingers trailing gently over her cheek in contrast to the firm grip on her wrists.
Seulgi lifted her chin in defiance.
—Make it harder.
Jay’s smirk deepened, dark and satisfied.
—You have no idea what you just asked for, sweetheart.
Her lips traced Seulgi’s neck as her hands explored freely. Seulgi arched her back, a strangled moan escaping her lips. Her world shrank to sensations, to the way Jay guided her without giving her a single breath of reprieve. Her body trembled, her mind fogged, and her lips could only form two words between desperate gasps:
—Harder… rougher.
Jay leaned in, whispering against her skin in a tone that was pure fire and dominance.
—That’s what I like to hear.
Jay pulled away for a moment, leaving Seulgi breathless and burning with anticipation. The sound of leather sliding, followed by a sharp click, revealed her next move. Seulgi didn’t need to look to know what was coming next. Her skin shivered as she felt the firm weight pressing against her, the undeniable presence of what Jay had prepared.
The double strap fit Jay perfectly, her own body responding to the way the material pressed against her. Anticipation coiled tight between them as Jay aligned herself, letting the waiting intensify every sensation.
The first thrust was a declaration: strong, deep, tearing a ragged moan from Seulgi as the cuffs bit into her wrists with every attempt to grasp at something—anything. The bedframe slammed violently against the wall, the rhythm of wood hitting plaster growing more frantic with every demanding thrust.
Seulgi arched beneath her, wrists reddening from the friction of the cuffs, her body a mess of desire and surrender. The pleasure consumed her with a ferocity that sent tears welling in her eyes, blurring her vision.
Jay gasped, feeling the strap grind against her in perfect synchronization. Her breath turned erratic, hips moving harder, chasing more, giving Seulgi exactly what she had begged for.
—Harder… rougher… —Seulgi moaned between gasps, her voice wrecked with need.
Jay let out a dark, satisfied chuckle, leaning down to murmur against her ear:
—I’m going to break you just the way you like, sweetheart.
The sharp sound of Jay’s body colliding with hers mixed with the rhythmic pounding of the bed against the wall, the air thick with the scent of sweat and need. Each thrust sent Seulgi grasping desperately at nothing, her body moving instinctively in time with Jay’s brutal pace.
Moans and ragged breaths filled the room, tangled together in a symphony of surrender, as the pleasure built up to an unbearable intensity. Seulgi felt herself unravel, her body tightening, the tears in her eyes spilling over from the sheer force of it all. Jay bit down on her shoulder, trying to ground herself as control threatened to slip away.
—Say it —Jay commanded in a low, firm voice against her ear—. Tell me how much you love it.
Seulgi clenched her teeth, refusing to break, but Jay didn’t give her a choice. Each thrust sent her spiraling deeper, further, until resistance became meaningless.
—F-fuck… —she gasped, barely able to form words.
Jay laughed, that low, smug chuckle that only made the fire inside Seulgi burn hotter.
—Brat till the very end.
Seulgi trembled beneath her, mind blank, the world reduced to this moment. Nothing existed beyond Jay, beyond her absolute control over her.