"I am," I counter. "I happen to like it."
"You like looking like a stripper?" He raises a brow, his voice low and dangerous.
His deep tone never fails to send a shiver down my back, his timbre making my entire body erupt in goosebumps.
"What if I do? They get paid for it, you know?" I retort cheekily, pushing him out before closing the door to the changing room and taking the dress off.
I take a little more time to calm myself before I get out, noting that JK's in a sour mood as he taps his foot restlessly, looking at me as if he'd like nothing more than to commit murder.
Pushing my chin up, I pass by him, ignoring his silent tantrum and going to the till to pay.
He doesn't say anything as he follows closely. But the moment we are out of the store, he snatches the bag from my hand, pivoting on his heel and heading straight for the trash can.
His intention registers a little late.
"No," I run after him, making it just in time to see my bag of clothes hit the bottom of the bin. "What's wrong with you?" I snap at him, my hands balled into fists.
Bending, I don't care if he gets a full view of my ass as I try to retrieve my shopping bag.
A masculine groan alerts me to the fact that he is in fact getting a full view of my ass, and for a moment I have to wonder if he's staring at it.
Without even thinking, I wiggle my hips, making sure he gets a full show. Grabbing the edge of the bag, I remain bent over the bin.
Some whistles resound from around me, and I belatedly realize that it's not just JK who's getting the show.
Damn!
I quickly get myself together, taking the bag and turning to see a JK on the brink of an apoplexy. The veins in his neck are prominent, pulsing right under my gaze as he stares at me with anger in his eyes.
Another man stops a few feet away from me, his eyes on my ass as he continues to whistle lasciviously and leer at me. JK surprises me as he turns swiftly, grabbing the man by the throat. A head shorter than JK, it looks like child play as he leans in to whisper something in his ear. The man blanches, nodding repeatedly before JK finally releases him, urging him to run—which he does.
"What did you say to him?" I frown, but he doesn't even hear me.
Coming closer, I can see he is pissed. His steps are measured, his body wound so tightly I'm surprised he didn't put the man in the hospital with all the aggression that's rolling off him.
"Aren't you ashamed to behave like this?" he grits out.
"Like what?" I shrug, making to move past him.
"Like a fucking whore," he spits out, his eyes narrowed at me in distaste as he catches my arm, holding me in place.
"What…?" My mouth drops open as I stare at him.
"First, you try to entice me to fuck you, and now, you're showing your ass to anyone who walks by?"
"You didn't want it. Others may. Not my fault you have bad taste," I smile sweetly at him.
His grip tightens on my upper arm as he jerks me towards him.
Tipping my head up, I find him gazing at me with an indecipherable look on his face. There's a twitch in his cheek as he purses his lips, seemingly trying to control himself.
"Don't force my hand, Y/n," he says in a strained tone.
"Or what? You're going to kill me? Oh, wait. You can't," I chuckle. "You can't do anything, can you?" I flutter my lashes at him as I'm daring him to do something.
"What I can do," he enunciates each word carefully, his eyes never leaving mine, "is paint your ass red so you never try something like that again."
I frown, not understanding what he means. But I don't dwell on that, changing the subject slightly so he doesn't realize I didn't get his jibe.
"You're on the losing side, JK. You should just admit it," I wink at him before I push at him, my foot making contact with his shin.
Taken by surprise, his hold becomes slack enough for me to take flight. "You can't catch me," I giggle as I make a funny face at him before I start running.
For a moment, I don't think he's going to follow. But a loud curse later, and I hear the footsteps behind me.
I dash into the first store I see, which coincidentally happens to be a lingerie one. Without even thinking, I grab some pieces off a rack and I turn to the changing rooms, locking myself in one.
The entire area is luxurious, and I'm impressed to find myself in quite possibly the most beautiful changing room I've ever seen.
There's a velvet bench that takes up the entirety of the wall, a table by the side and mirrors on all sides of the room.
Leaning against one wall, I sigh in relief.
But it's only a few moments later that I hear JK's disgruntled tone as he calls my name.
"Y/n! Get out and come here," he yells as he comes charging towards the changing rooms.
Biting my lip, I try to think of something quick. The first idea that comes to mind, though, is so wild, I can't help but giggle to myself as I quickly shed my clothes and put on the lace bodysuit I'd brought with me.
The bra is a little tight and my boobs are almost spilling out of their confines. Lace flows down, molded to my body, the bodysuit making me really look like a stripper.
Before I lose my courage though, I wrench the door open. JK is pacing in front of the changing rooms, a deep scowl on his face.
And as he sees what I'm wearing, he stops in his tracks, his eyes widening as he lets them roam greedily over my form.
"Like what you see?" I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively, leaning against the door in a seductive stance.
He doesn't answer me, not that I expected a reply from him.
Just to rile him further, since I know he is not indifferent, I proceed to move around slightly, emphasizing the curve of my spine as it leads to my ass, thrusting it towards him and pushing my breasts against the changing room's door.
A mix of emotions plays on his face—from anger, to annoyance, to desire and back to anger, he's an open book.
Except he isn't.
Not when, shaking his head, he mutters something under his breath before he strides determinedly towards me, pushing me inside the changing room and locking the door behind him.
"What…What are you doing?"
"You're such a brat, Y/n," he says, his eyes dipping to the swell of my breasts.
Suddenly, I have the urge to cover myself, feeling a little out of my depth. Maybe I've taken this too far? I've been playing the game all along thinking he'd never cross the line.
But as he continues to crowd me, pushing his body into mine, I realize I may have miscalculated a few things.
"You're not allowed in here," I say in a small voice, my eyes moving wildly about the room as I map escape routes.
And just as I utter the words, a knock sounds at the door, a sales assistant's voice peeking through.
"Excuse me, these are single use only. And females only."
Relief floods my features at her words and I nod to JK to exit, folding my arms over my chest and waiting for him to leave.
His eyes narrowed at me, he takes a step back, opening the door just enough to address the sales assistant.
"You will turn around and you will forget you saw us here," he barks in a stern voice.
I can see the woman through the small space, and her expression immediately changes as she takes JK in.
"Of course," I mutter under my breath. Who wouldn't find him attractive when he looks like a human Adonis.
"Are we clear?" He asks as he slips her a hundred dollars.
She nods her head, speechless, and JK quickly locks the door again.
"That… You can't do that," my voice breaks slightly, and a shiver goes down my back at seeing that no one will help me now.
"Well, it seems like I can," he says in an arrogant tone.
Moving around the spacious room, he looks intently at me, his hand at his collar as he loosens his tie before he takes it off.
My eyes are drawn to his hands—those strong, big hands and the prominent veins that protrude with every flex. Wrapping the tie around his knuckles, he circles around me, almost like a predator circling his prey.
For the first time, I'm afraid.
Countless scenarios are going through my mind as my gaze hones in on the tie, before I whip my eyes back to his.
He's going to kill me—strangle me. That's it.
His expression is humorless as he comes closer. I try to dash towards the door, but he simply blocks my way, backing me against the wall and placing his arm above my head, caging me in.
"Uhm," I start, still looking around for an exit route. "I'm sorry?" I offer a fake apology.
"You're sorry," he smirks.
The change is unmistakable. Whereas before he'd been fully in control of himself—striving to keep a mask of civility in place—now he let loose.
I can feel it in the energy swirling around us, the air that seems to grow hotter by the second, just like his hot breath fans my face as he leans in, an arrogant smile on his lips.
"Not so brave, are you now?"
"Uhm," I mumble incoherently. "I think we should go. We've been gone too long," I give a nervous laugh.
"Not yet," he stops me from leaving. "I've decided to take you up on your offer. After all, when will I experience hate sex," he laughs derisively, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
My entire body is trembling at this point, even though I'm trying to put on a strong front.
"Well," I wet my lips, willing myself to calm down. "The offer expired," I push against his chest.
"Did it?" he drawls derisively.
I raise my gaze to his and I almost get lost in those stormy blue eyes of his.
"I think the offer was never on the table, was it, little liar?" he asks as he drags his fingers down the column of my neck in the lightest caress.
"Bad, bad girl," his smooth voice does something to my senses, making me both breathless and a nervous wreck at the same time. "You're such a bad little tease, you leave me no choice but to correct your behavior," he continues, the corner of his mouth lifting up in a satisfied smile as he leans down, his breath caressing my earlobe.
"Wh-what do you mean?" I stammer.
"It's time you learned what happens when you invite danger but aren't quite ready to face the consequences."
My legs are wobbly, my knees almost buckling at the mere touch of his skin on mine. My breath catches in my throat, and I can only stare at him in awe, my entire being betraying me.
"We should talk," I blurt out—anything to ensure this doesn't go further.
"About what?" He gives me a crooked smile. "All the ways I'll fuck you?" he intones and I pale. "I think I'll start right here, against the wall. What do you say about that?" His voice is teasing, but there's still a hint of danger.
"I…" I trail off, feeling completely out of my comfort zone. "I think we should sit. I have a fear of heights, you see," I give him a feeble smile, belatedly realizing the idiocy that came out of my mouth.
"A fear of heights?" he repeats, amused, and before I know it, his hands grab my waist, lifting me in the air and settling me against the wall. My legs fall open of their own accord, and he steps between them, his hardness making contact with my center and making me gasp, my eyes widening at the fact that this might be happening.
This can't be happening.
But as soon as that thought surfaces in my head, it flies out the window at the smallest contact with his erection, my mouth opening on a silent moan.
"Are you scared now?" he inquires in a mocking tone, and my eyes snap open—when had they closed?
"Yes?"
"Good. You should be scared," he chuckles. "Because it would be so easy, little liar," he continues, trailing his hand down my neck and to the valley of my breasts. He doesn't stop, however, as he goes even lower, to the place that holds the seams of the bodysuit. "I'd open your suit," he drawls in a wicked voice, his fingers snapping the mechanism open. Air whooshes in my private area, meeting my wetness and making me whimper in a small protest.
I gulp down, my eyes seeking his and pleading with him to let me go as my mouth fails to verbalize my objection.
"I'd impale you on my cock in one swift thrust, making you yell in pain. Because I wouldn't care if you were wet, or ready to take me. Although," he chuckles, "you would be, wouldn't you? You're too much of a cock slut not to be dripping. Am I right, Y/n?"
I can't speak. His words ring in my ears, but I can only shake my head at him, unable to reply to his taunts.
He's not touching me there either. And it would be so easy for him to confirm just how wet I am. A sob catches in my throat at the realization. Because I'd been trying to make him slip, but I am the one who slipped.
"I'd fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to sit down for days. You certainly wouldn't be able to flash your ass to anyone, because they'd see. They would all see. The marks on your flesh. The prints of my palms…"
The more he speaks, the more I feel myself slipping, his words a mix of intoxicating lust and a devastating promise of retribution.
"Stop," I finally manage to utter.
"What was that, little liar?"
"Stop, please."
"Why? Didn't you want me to fuck you? Well, congratulations. You're getting fucked. But it's on my terms. And that means you don't speak. You don't make a sound. You take it all like the bad little tease you are and you let me use you like my obedient slut. How is that, huh?" He wraps his lips around my earlobe and tugging it in a small bite.
"JK…"
"How does that sound, Y/n? Will you let me use you? Work my hate on your body until you can't walk anymore? Until you're so thoroughly fucked you won't ever think about enticing another man? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he continues in a perverse voice, and a shiver goes through my body.
"N—no," I whisper.
"You don't sound very certain," he chuckles. "I'll even make you a deal. I'll pay you for every service rendered, since you seem to prefer it that way."
"I'm not your whore," I force myself to say, my voice tremulous.
"Then whose whore are you?" He leans back, raising an eyebrow at me.
His finger is in my hair as he twirls a strand around it.
His emotionless eyes are watching me intently—predatorily. He knows he got me backed into a corner and he's enjoying my discomfiture.
"No one's," I answer confidently, pushing my chin up and meeting his gaze head on.
He looks at me for a second, his expression serious, before he bursts into laughter.
"You could have fooled me," he laughs, and before I know it, he's off me, dropping me to the ground and taking a step back, watching me as I fall to the floor.
I'm breathing hard, my pulse out of control. Still, something inside of me doesn't want to accept that I've lost.
He's staring at me expectantly as I pull myself up, turning my gaze towards him.
"You'll pay for this," I sneer at him, making to leave the room— regardless of my state of undress.
"Not so fast, little liar. It's you who still has to pay," he smirks at me, bringing the tie up and playing with it in front of me.
"No," I shake my head. "We're done here," I state before turning.
But I don't manage to take another step before he has us both on the velvet bench. He maneuvers me around in such a way that I'm lying face down on his lap, his erection nestled against my lower belly.
"Wha—what?" I barely have time to ask the question as he wraps the tie around my hands, quickly securing them above my head.
"You need a lesson, Y/n. And it seems that words don't work with you," he tells me, and before I can question what he means, his palm makes contact with my ass.
Startled, I yelp in pain, jerking out of his lap and trying to move my immobilized hands.
"I told you," he pauses, and another palm connects with my ass cheeks, the sting bringing tears to my eyes. "I'd paint your ass red."
"Stop," I croak just as he spanks me again, but this time his hand lingers over my battered bottom, slowly moving up and down.
"Does it hurt?" His tone is brisk.
I nod. "Yes."
"Good. It's supposed to hurt," he states before he slaps my ass again, this time harder.
I'm pretty sure my ass cheeks are already a stringent red, and as he continues to spank me, each time taking a break as he slowly caresses my flesh, I realize I truly misjudged him.
"It's supposed to show you that every action has a reaction," he speaks again, just as he spreads his palm over the swell of my ass, moving lower until he dips his fingers between my legs.
"Well, well. I didn't actually think it would be true," he chuckles derisively. "But you are dripping."
Mortification burns at my cheeks, and as the lesson comes to an end, I have to admit to myself that for all my confidence in dealing with JK, I'd been wrong about him.
So very wrong.