||TAEHYUNG||

I woke up to the gentle rays of sunlight filtering into my deluxe room in my penthouse.

With determination, I made my way to the gym and embarked on my morning treadmill routine, feeling the familiar burn of exertion course through my muscles.

Afterward, I retreated to my bathroom, where I took a moment to inhale deeply before shedding my clothes and stepping into the warm embrace of the shower.

Despite the tempting allure of indulging in a solitary moment of pleasure, an old fear lingered in the back of my mind, a remnant of a time when discovery meant potential ruin.

As the water cascaded over my body, I lost myself in contemplation, my thoughts drifting to my recent encounters with the enigmatic Lisa Manoban.

Despite my reservations, I couldn't deny the subtle signs of her attraction—a hitch in her breath, the lingering gaze that followed my every move.

In that moment of vulnerability, I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was more to our dynamic than mere animosity.

As I pondered Lisa's potential as a submissive or mistress, doubts clouded my mind. It was evident that she was oblivious to the intricacies of such a lifestyle.

She couldn't even bring herself to utter words like "fuck" or "sex," let alone navigate the complexities of dominance and submission. Her innocence was palpable, a stark contrast to the world I inhabited.

Even though the woman I use has more experience than her, she is new to this all. I should be bored with her, but why am I finding it so exciting to teach her everything even though the woman who came to me is experienced, and I don't use an inexperienced woman who can't satisfy my lust?

The image of her struggling through encounters with inexperienced boys like Mingyu unsettled me. The mere thought of her engaging in such fumbling interactions stirred a mixture of discomfort and frustration.

Despite any attraction I may feel, the idea of subjecting her to the complexities of my world seemed both inappropriate and unsettling.

After finishing my shower, I wrapped myself in a towel before drying my hair with the blow dryer.

With precision, I selected a suit from my closet and dressed myself, ensuring each detail was meticulously in place. Carefully choosing a tie, I fastened it around my neck, the mirror reflecting my composed appearance.

Moving to my vanity, I focused on perfecting every aspect of my grooming routine. I adjusted my hair, straightened my collar, and applied a hint of cologne, each action executed with practiced precision.

Finally, I checked my watch, ensuring I was punctual for the day ahead. As I retrieved my car keys and tucked my iPhone and a pack of cigarettes into my pocket, I made my way out of my bedroom.

Upon entering the living area, I found my staff gathered, with my longtime butler, Lee Han, standing at attention. His respectful greeting filled the room as he bowed before me.

"Good morning, sir. Your breakfast is being prepared," Lee Han informed me with a familiar air of professionalism.

Returning his nod with a sense of appreciation, I replied, "Good to see you again, Lee Han."

Taking my place at the breakfast table, I settled in to enjoy the meal prepared by my staff. After that

As I stepped out of my penthouse, my guard Han Jee greeted me with a respectful bow. "Han Jee, did you retrieve everything from the mansion?" I inquired, eager to ensure that the transition was proceeding smoothly.

He nodded in affirmation. "Yes, sir. Today, we'll bring all of your belongings from the mansion before you return from the company."

Satisfied with his response, I acknowledged his efficiency with a nod before making my way to the garage.

There, I climbed into my Mercedes-Benz while my other guards understood and settled into the accompanying SUV.

As I arrived at the company, my guard opened the door for me, and I stepped out of the car, making my way towards the entrance.

The staff greeted me with respectful bows as I passed by, but my attention was drawn to Lisa as she entered the building.

Our eyes met, and I couldn't help but notice the way her breath caught in her throat. She looked stunning in her simple dress, her beauty transcending any attire.

Whether she wore a uniform or a frock, it mattered little to me; I longed to see her in my arms, naked and vulnerable.

As I waited for her, I couldn't help but admire her lush, long hair, elegantly tied back.

Gesturing for her to join me, I observed the way she peeked at me through her lashes, her lips forming a shy smile as she walked towards me.

"Good morning, sir," Lisa greeted me as I acknowledged her with a nod. "Come, Lisa," I instructed, fabricating a reason to have her join me in my office.

She nodded in compliance, and a small twitch of my lips betrayed the amusement I felt as she followed me to the elevator.

What was she doing to me? If she is trying to get my attention, I'll give it to her, because that's what I want now.

I know many women came to me for just money, but Lisa didn't even say a word to me. She had some dignity left, but I didn't care; I just wanted to satisfy myself.

As we entered the elevator, I allowed her to step in first before pressing the button for the first floor. The doors closed, enclosing us in the confined space.

Despite the professional facade I tried to maintain, I couldn't help but be acutely aware of her presence.

A hint of her sweet fragrance enveloped me, invading my senses. Her breathing shifted, hitching slightly, and she glanced up at me with a seductive look that sent a jolt of desire coursing through me.

Damn.

She bit her lip, adding to the intensity of the moment as I struggled to maintain my composure in the face of her undeniable allure.

She's provoking me intentionally, and for a fleeting moment, I find myself ensnared in her captivating gaze. She refuses to yield, and in that moment, I'm consumed by an intense desire.

I'm instantly aroused, the throbbing sensation undeniable. I want her desperately, right here, right now, in the confines of the elevator.

Without a second thought, I act on impulse, seizing her and pressing her against the wall. I capture both her hands, restraining them above her head to prevent her from touching me.

With a firm grip, I twist my hand in her hair, tilting her head back as our lips meet in a searing kiss.

She moans into my mouth, her response like the call of a siren, drawing me deeper into her intoxicating allure.

Finally, I tasted her: a tantalizing blend of mint, tea, and a hint of ripe fruit. She's every bit as delicious as she looks, igniting a primal hunger within me.

Her taste and scent evoke memories of abundance, stirring a yearning within me that I struggle to contain.

I cup her chin, deepening the kiss as her tongue tentatively meets mine, exploring and reciprocating with a fervor that leaves me reeling.

"You. Are. So. Sweet," I murmur against her lips, utterly captivated by her intoxicating presence. The elevator halts, and the doors begin to slide open, jolting me back to reality.

With a sharp internal reprimand, I force myself to step away, placing a physical distance between us. She's breathing heavily, mirroring my erratic breaths. When was the last time I lost control like this?

I steal a glance at Lisa, exhaling audibly. She grins, her expression playful and enticing, and my lips twitch involuntarily once more.

What has she done to me? The question lingers in my mind, a testament to the profound impact she has had on me in such a short period.

Her effect on me is undeniable, and I can't help but find it oddly pleasing, even as I struggle to suppress my smile.

"Oh, Lisa, my doll, what am I going to do with you?" I murmur, taking her hand as the elevator doors open onto the top floor.

As we step out, I find myself drawn to her, compelled to ask her opinion. "Taehyung, what happened?" she inquires, her voice a strange delight in my ears. Each time she says my name, it feels different, adding to the intrigue of our connection.

Meeting her gaze, I can't help but admire her beauty. "You look so beautiful, Lisa," I remark, causing her cheeks to flush with a delicate blush.

In return, she offers a compliment of her own; her words cause a swelling of warmth within me. "You always look so handsome and admirable," she murmurs, her sincerity evident in her gaze.

As we entered my office, I closed the door behind us, unable to quell the hunger that consumed me.

Without hesitation, I pulled her close and kissed her passionately, my desire for her overpowering any semblance of restraint.

Breaking the kiss, I gazed into her eyes, struck by the innocence reflected in them. Cupping her face in my hands, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the depth of her devotion.

"You are something," I murmured, my words heavy with unspoken truths.

In response, she met my gaze with unwavering sincerity. "Because I am your doll, I am your love," she declared, her words tinged with a profound sense of trust.

Internally, I cursed myself for deceiving her and for playing with her emotions. But as I looked at her, I knew I couldn't afford to lose her.

She was unlike any mistress or submissive I had encountered before, and I couldn't bear the thought of her slipping away.

Not now, but soon when I'm done with her, I'll soon leave her and show her to her real place, where she belongs.

Neither does she have any status or anything. She is just a simple middle-class girl who gets my attention with her simple yet sexy body.

Despite my inner turmoil, I resolved to proceed with caution, to keep her in the dark for now. She deserved better than to be entangled in my world of secrets and shadows.

For now, I would take things slowly, cherishing the connection we shared and hoping that, in time, she would come to understand the depths of my dark desire.

As I reassured her, "Yes, you're my doll, only mine." I guided her to the couch and seated her gently. "Doll, is everything fine at your home?" I inquired, concern evident in my voice.

She nodded with a soft smile. "Yes, my parents are fine, thanks to you. You've done so much for me and our relationship. I'm happy to be yours," she expressed gratefully.

Returning her smile, I acknowledged her strength. "I'm proud of you for handling everything so well, Lisa," I praised, admiring her resilience.

Her gaze shifted to a more pressing matter. "Now, what about Mingyu and Mrs. Rena?" she queried, her concern palpable.

Meeting her eyes, I assured her, "Don't worry about them. They're inconsequential. I've already instructed my guard to bring my things to my penthouse. I don't intend to live with them any longer."

She nodded in acknowledgment as I informed her, "I guess, Lisa, your working hours will be extended." Confusion flickered across her face as she questioned, "Okay, that's fine, but why are you starting a new project, Taehyung?"

Holding her chin gently, I met her gaze. "No, it's not just because of work. Now you'll have two things to focus on pleasing me and your job," I explained, a hint of mischief in my tone.

Her cheeks flushed with a delicate blush, and a sudden urge surged through me. I imagined pulling her off the couch, bending her over my knee, spanking her, and then ravishing her over my desk, her hands tied behind her back.

As I gazed into her eyes, I spoke with a mixture of intensity and vulnerability. "Lisa, there's something I need to tell you. There's another side of me. But I want to reveal my true self to you, doll. I don't want you to be afraid of it."

The words hung heavy in the air, laden with the weight of my confession. Despite the darkness that lurked within me, there was a burning desire to share it with her, to be truly known and accepted.

As I awaited her response, a torrent of emotions roiled within me. Would she recoil in fear, or would she embrace the complexities of my being?

With a look of determination, Lisa met my gaze unwaveringly. "Taehyung, whatever it is, I'm here for you. I want to know all of you, the light and the dark," she declared, her voice filled with a quiet strength.

Her acceptance washed over me like a balm, soothing the turmoil within. Yet, beneath the surface, my dark desires stirred with renewed intensity.

As I contemplated the depths of my desires for her, a dangerous thrill coursed through me. I was consumed by the urge to possess her completely, to explore the forbidden realms of pleasure with her by my side.

But with her acceptance came a newfound sense of responsibility—a determination to protect her from the shadows that lurked within me, even as they whispered seductively of untold ecstasy.

As we rose from the couch, I granted permission for the person at the door to enter, while Lisa gracefully made her way to her cabin adjacent to mine, separated by a glass door.

As my assistant, Machan, entered, he welcomed me respectfully.

"Sir Taehyung, there is a new project coming up in Paris, along with the opening of a new branch of Kim's in the area, as per your directive to expand further into Korea. Here are the files for your review," he informed me, handing over the documents.

Taking the files, I moved to my desk and settled into my seat. "And what about the mall project in Paris?" I inquired, eager to stay abreast of all developments.

Machan met my gaze and replied, "Sir, there will be a meeting in Paris next week with Mr. Harlan."

I nodded in acknowledgment of Machan's assurance. "That's fine, sir. I'll look forward to the project," he affirmed, his demeanor poised and professional.

Raising my hand in a gesture of consideration, I shared my plans with him. "Well, I'm considering moving to Paris for three months to oversee the launch of the new branch. You'll be here to handle affairs in my absence, as this project holds great importance to me," I explained, my tone decisive.

Machan nodded in understanding, and I continued, "Additionally, I'd like you to hire some new staff for the company, and you'll be responsible for conducting the interviews."

He nodded in acknowledgment of my instructions. "Make sure to prepare everything there," I emphasized, emphasizing the importance of thorough preparation.

Machan nodded once more before asking a question. "What about Ms. Manoban, sir?" he inquired, seeking clarification on Lisa's role in the upcoming project.

Looking at him directly, I replied, "She will be accompanying me to Paris. She's a quick learner and will adapt well to the new environment."

Satisfied with my response, Machan took his leave, tasked with ensuring that all preparations were in place for our venture to Paris.

I glanced at Lisa and gestured for her to approach, feeling a sense of power coursing through me as I smirked, knowing the effect I had on her.

As she drew nearer, I seized her and pulled her into my lap, relishing the gasp that escaped her lips. "Taehyung, what are you doing?" She protested, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Ignoring her protests, I pressed my lips to her neck, whispering against her skin, "How can I control myself when you're around?"

Despite her attempts to resist, she reminded me of impending interruptions. "Someone will come, and you have work to do," she urged, attempting to reason with me.

But I was consumed by desire, driven by a primal need for her. "Work can wait, but I can't, doll. I need you now," I insisted, my voice husky with longing.

At that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating allure of Lisa in my arms.

She met my gaze, her expression filled with uncertainty and apprehension. "Here, in your office?" she echoed, her voice laced with a mixture of hesitancy and concern.

I nodded in confirmation, guiding her to sit on my desk as I stood before her, towering over her petite frame. "Yes. I assure you, no one will know about it. My office is soundproof, and your beautiful moans will remain our secret. Let me have you, doll," I murmured, trying to reassure her of the privacy and safety of our surroundings.

She swallowed nervously, her shyness and fear palpable as I sensed her hesitation. "No one will see you, Lisa. Trust me, doll," I reiterated, hoping to alleviate her doubts and fears.

Seeing her reluctance, I offered her an out in rage as I grabbed her jaw. "You don't want me to touch you, Lisa; I just want you here and no one will see it," I assured her, placing her comfort and consent above all else.

Her hand found mine, her touch grounding me amidst the charged atmosphere of the office. "I love it when you touch me, but here it's uncomfortable," she admitted, her honesty echoing in the air between us.

Understanding her concerns, I reached for the remote control, closed the door, and drew the curtains.

As the dim light filtered into the room, enveloping us in a cocoon of privacy, I reassured her, "I like it when you speak your mind. Don't ever hide it. And now, I've made this comfortable for you, doll."

With the barriers of discomfort removed, I hoped she would feel more at ease, allowing us to share in the intimacy and connection we both craved.

She gazed at me with desire, igniting a primal urge within me. Her eyes were mesmerizing, and her skin felt like silk beneath my fingertips.

As I leaned in to kiss her, she eagerly responded, her lips meeting mine in a passionate embrace.

The sensation of her kiss caused a surge of arousal, and I could feel my erection pressing against the fabric of my pants.

With her straddling me, the intensity of our embrace only intensified, and my shaft grew even harder, throbbing with need.

Cursing my oversight at not bringing condoms, I resolved to always carry them from now on. I couldn't predict when she would arouse me like this again, and I refused to let the lack of protection hinder our passion. I swiftly removed my pants, allowing them to fall to the floor, while also undoing her thong.

I knew she had never performed oral sex before, but now was not the time to ask. Instead, I resolved to guide her slowly, allowing her to pleasure me in ways she had never imagined.

I was certain that her beautiful mouth would bring me immense pleasure, and I eagerly anticipated exploring new realms of ecstasy with her.

I instructed her with a commanding tone, "Strip, doll. Do it for me." Without hesitation, she rose from her seat and started to undress before me.

With deliberate slowness, she removed her dress, unveiling her enticing form, and then unfastened her black lace bra, exposing her perky breasts.

The sight of her beautiful breasts aroused me instantly, and I pulled her closer to me, eager to taste her skin.

As I began to suckle and gently nibble on her nipples, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her, I marveled at the sight of her flawless body.

Her skin was like silk under my touch, and the sensation of her soft flesh against my lips only heightened my desire for her.

She was a vision of sensuality, and I was consumed by the need to explore every inch of her exquisite form.

Her womanhood was almost completely smooth, aside from the small strip of hair. I picked her up and set her on my desk as I spread her legs wide.

I started to finger her womanhood as I licked it. I could tell she had cum; her womanhood was still wet, and it tasted so good, almost like honey.

She began to moan. I didn't waste any time; I quickly stood up and stuck the head of my shaft in her wet womanhood.

Slowly, I began to slide my shaft deeper inside her. She moaned as she tilted her head back. I began to fuck her slowly and gently.

So I began to fuck her like never before, pounding her womanhood harder and harder, going faster and faster with each thrust.

"Oh doll, your womanhood is so fucking tight; it feels so fucking good." I moaned as I fucked her harder. It's good my office is soundproof because she let out a scream.

The harder and faster I went, the louder she got until she reached her climax. Her womanhood quivered, and her muscles tightened around my shaft. I pulled out as she came.

Her cum dripped out of her womanhood as she leaned forward. I kissed her lips again.

I turned her around and fucked her from behind. She bent down over my desk, her ass sticking up. I got behind her and once again slid my shaft into her wet womanhood.

I fucked her earlier, hard and fast. "Speak up, doll. I hate it when you control your mouth. Whenever I make love to you, be shameless in front of me. Get that, and speak what you think, what you want, and what you need. Be a good woman for me. I want to make you a perfect woman for me. You are not a girl anymore, Lisa, who is shy and a virgin; you are a fucked doll, and mine.".

As her arousal heightened, I felt her body respond with increasing intensity. Soon, she reached the peak of ecstasy once more, her climax more powerful than before.

As she convulsed in pleasure, I withdrew and kneeled, eager to taste her sweet essence. "Fast please".

Her screams of ecstasy spurred me on, urging me to go faster and faster, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our passion.

Her breath hitched as I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as our bodies molded together.

The warmth of her skin against mine sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt her heart racing in sync with mine.

Our lips met in a fevered kiss, an electric current running between us as I moved inside her, slow and deep. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as if she couldn't bear even an inch of distance between us.

Each thrust was deliberate, a silent communication of the desire we'd both been holding back for so long.

She moaned softly into my mouth, her body arching into mine, urging me to go deeper, faster. But I resisted, wanting to savor every moment and make it last.

My hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, lost in the way we fit together so perfectly.

Her nails raked down my back, and I groaned, the sensation igniting something primal within me.

I pressed her harder against the wall, needing to feel every inch of her against me, within me. Our rhythm quickened, a perfect harmony of need and pleasure.

She whispered my name, her voice trembling with the edge of release, and I knew she was close. I kissed her again, hard and desperate, as we both tumbled over the edge together, our bodies shuddering in unison.

As her pleasure peaked, a soft cry escaping her lips, I found myself at the edge of control. But just as I felt the final wave approaching, I reluctantly pulled away, a deep sense of responsibility gnawing at me.

"I can't ejaculate inside you, Lisa," I murmured, my voice hushed with regret. "I can't risk the possibility of getting you pregnant with my child," I added, the lie slipping out effortlessly, masking the true motive behind my decision.

In reality, my desire burned with the thought of releasing it into her mouth, but I knew she hadn't experienced that before.

The thought of pushing her boundaries too far, too soon, held me back from now on, but soon she will be a good toy.

Instead, I reached for the tissue on the bedside table, my movements quick and discreet, and let myself go into the soft paper. The relief was tinged with a sense of loss.

I met her gaze, seeing the confusion and trust in her eyes, and leaned in to kiss her tenderly, hoping to distract her from what I couldn't give.

As I swiftly disposed of the tissues, ensuring no trace of our intimate encounter remained, I couldn't shake the feeling of what could have been.

Returning to her, I grabbed another tissue, gently wiping her with care, ensuring she felt comfortable and clean.

My heart ached with the weight of my deceit, but my actions were driven by a desire to protect her, even as my desires raged within me, begging for release in ways I couldn't allow myself to pursue.

In the quiet aftermath, I pulled her close, holding her as if she might slip away.

I wanted her to feel cherished, even though my words had been a lie, and the truth of what I wanted remained unspoken between us.

I zipped up my pants and glanced at her, assuring her, "You're fine doll." She nodded, her eyes fixed on me, and confessed, "I love you so much, Taehyung. I don't know what you're doing to me, but my body's response is undeniable. I wasn't like this before, but I can't resist you."

Internally, I chuckled at the impact I had on her, pleased with the control I held over her desires. "It's good to see you like this, doll. Now, let's clean ourselves up," I suggested, leading her to the washroom.

Once inside, we tidied ourselves and dressed. Stepping back into my office, Lisa expressed her concern, "Now I need to go, Taehyung. People might get suspicious." I held her gently, cupping her face in my hands. "No one will suspect a thing. I'm the boss here, and I control everything—even you, doll."

She blushed, her cheeks tinted with a rosy hue, and replied, "Yes, I know you do, and I like it. But Taehyung, let me focus on my work, please." She was undeniably cute, and her request only extended her to me further.

"Well, you were asking about how we are going to live together," I reminded her, a hint of excitement in my voice. "I've come up with an idea. For the new branch opening in Paris, I've decided to stay there for work. It's only for three or four months, so I've decided to take you with me. After we finish this meeting, I want to take you there so we can live together without any trouble."

As I spoke, anticipation coursed through me at the thought of sharing every moment with her, free from the constraints.

As Lisa looked at me with concern, she voiced her apprehension, "Taehyung, but my parents..."

I interrupted her with a stern gaze, asserting, "Doll, you need to do this. Be confident and make your decision on your own. Lisa, I want you to do it for us. And now, I don't want to hear any objections from you. I've decided."

Reluctantly, she nodded, understanding the weight of my words. "I'll handle my parents, Taehyung," she assured me.

Manipulating the situation to my advantage, I praised her compliance, "Good girl. Now, go and focus on your work. Talk to your parents, and today I'll take you with me, okay?"

She nodded in agreement. "I need to take some files from Mr. Machan; I'll come." I nodded, and I watched her leave, satisfied with the control I exerted over her decisions.

As I dialed Han Jee's number on my iPhone, I instructed him, "I'm heading to parish. Make arrangements at my mansion there, appoint staff, and prepare my private jet. Also, inform Banjee to pack all my belongings, including my suits, and have them loaded onto the jet."

Han Jee assured me, "Okay, sir, no worries."

Ending the call, I pondered over my inexplicable desire to showcase my luxurious lifestyle to Lisa. Despite her not being accustomed to such extravagance, I found myself drawn to pampering her.

It puzzled me how she managed to captivate me, despite my reputation as a womanizer. Perhaps, I thought, this infatuation would eventually fade away. Yet, my insatiable lust for Lisa remained unabated.

Sighing, I leaned back in my seat and made a transfer of 100,000 Won to Lisa's account, ensuring her financial dependence on me and feeding my dark desires.

As I contemplated my plans for Lisa, a surge of determination coursed through me. She would become completely enraptured by me, oblivious to the web of manipulation I was weaving around her.

Every action, every word spoken, would be carefully calculated to draw her deeper into my grasp.

She would be treated like royalty, receiving the princess treatment that I never bestowed upon anyone else. It was all part of my scheme to control her every thought and desire.

I reveled in the power I held over her, relishing the prospect of fulfilling all my darkest desires through her compliance. She would be mine to command, her will bending to mine without question.

Even as I considered my past relationships, I knew that Lisa was different. She would be the first woman to set foot on my private jet, a symbol of my absolute dominance over her.

Not even Jisoo, who I once thought might be the one, had earned such a privilege. But Lisa... Lisa was special.

She had ignited a fire within me that burned with an intensity I had never known before, but soon she would be thrown like others.

With a sinister grin, I plotted my next move, eager to ensnare Lisa in my web of control and manipulation.

She would be mine, body and soul, and there was nothing she could do to escape my grasp.