Chapter 10: Testing the Limits

The next lesson started as usual, but the tension between YN and Namjoon was at an all-time high. The air was thick with unspoken desire, and both of them knew that they were about to cross a line that couldn’t be undone.

Namjoon got into the driver’s seat, his presence even more commanding today. YN’s eyes couldn’t help but travel over his broad shoulders, his strong hands gripping the wheel. There was something different about the way he looked at her today his gaze darker, more intense.

“Today, we’re going to work on your precision,” YN said, her voice a bit shaky as she tried to maintain her professional demeanour. “It’s important to handle the controls with care, to know exactly when and how to apply pressure.”

Namjoon’s lips curved into a smirk, his eyes glinting with a familiar mischief. “I’ve always been good with my hands, YN. I know exactly how to apply pressure in just the right way.”

YN’s breath caught in her throat at the double meaning, but she pushed on, determined to keep things on track. “We’ll see about that. Precision is key, especially when things get… tense.”

As Namjoon started driving, the car moving smoothly under his control, YN’s thoughts began to wander. The steady rhythm of the car, the warmth radiating from Namjoon’s body beside her, the way his eyes kept flicking over to her it was all becoming too much.

Namjoon shifted gears, and the movement brought his hand close to her thigh. The brief contact sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she could feel the heat rising between them. The car continued to glide down the road, but YN’s mind was elsewhere, lost in the feeling of Namjoon’s closeness, the tension between them nearly palpable.

“Do you feel that, YN?” Namjoon’s voice was low, almost a purr. “The way the car responds to every little touch, every bit of pressure?”

YN nodded, her throat dry as she struggled to keep her composure. “Yes… I feel it.”

Namjoon’s eyes were on her now, dark and full of intent. “Good. Because I think it’s time we tested just how much pressure you can handle.”

Before YN, could respond, Namjoon’s hand slid over to her thigh, his fingers brushing against her skin. The contact was electric, sending a wave of heat through her body. She knew she should tell him to stop, that they were crossing a line, but she didn’t want to. The need that had been building between them was too strong, too overwhelming.

“Namjoon,” she whispered, her voice trembling as his hand moved higher. “We shouldn’t…”

But Namjoon didn’t stop. Instead, he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “I know you want this, YN. I can feel it. Let’s see how much pressure you can take.”

YN’s breath hitched as Namjoon’s hand slipped between her legs, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin. Her heart was racing, her body responding to his touch despite the voice in her head telling her this was a bad idea. But as Namjoon’s fingers continued their exploration, all thoughts of resistance faded away.

The car’s speed slowed as Namjoon’s focus shifted entirely to her. YN could feel the heat pooling between her legs, the desire that had been simmering for so long finally coming to a boil. Namjoon’s fingers were skilled, his touch knowing, and YN found herself giving in to the pleasure, her body arching towards him.

“See how good it feels to let go, YN?” Namjoon murmured, his voice thick with desire. “To let someone else take control?”

YN could only nod, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Namjoon’s fingers worked their magic. The world outside the car faded away, leaving only the two of them and the forbidden desire that had been building for so long.

Namjoon’s hand moved to the waistband of his pants, his eyes never leaving hers as he guided her hand to join his. YN’s fingers trembled as she helped him undo the button, the zipper sliding down with a soft hiss. Her heart pounded in her chest, the reality of what they were doing sending a thrill of excitement through her.

As her hand wrapped around him, she could feel just how much he wanted this, wanted her. Namjoon’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening with need as she began to move her hand, her touch tentative at first but growing bolder as she felt him respond.

“Just like that, YN,” Namjoon groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “Don’t stop.”

YN’s movements became more confident, her hand sliding over him with a rhythm that matched the beat of her racing heart. The tension between them reached a fever pitch, the car now just a backdrop to the intensity of the moment.

Namjoon’s head fell back against the seat, his eyes closing as he gave himself over to the pleasure. YN watched him, mesmerised by the sight of him completely undone, the powerful man now at her mercy. There was something intoxicating about being the one in control, about seeing Namjoon so vulnerable, so utterly consumed by desire.

As she brought him closer to the edge, YN could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, trying to maintain some semblance of control. But she didn’t want him to hold back. She wanted him to let go, to give in completely.

“Let go, Namjoon,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Just let go.”

With a final, desperate groan, Namjoon did just that. The release was explosive, the intensity of it leaving both of them breathless, their bodies trembling in the aftermath. For a moment, the world was still, the only sound the ragged breathing that filled the car.

YN slowly withdrew her hand, her own breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the reality of what they had just done began to sink in. Namjoon turned to look at her, his eyes still dark with desire, but also something more, something that hinted at the dangerous game they were playing.

“Next time,” Namjoon said, his voice low and rough, “we’ll see how much control you can handle.”

YN’s heart skipped a beat at his words, the promise in them clear. She knew that this was only the beginning, that their lessons were about to become a lot more intense, a lot more dangerous. And she couldn’t wait.

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