||LISA||

As we stepped inside the magnificent mansion, my breath caught in my throat. The grandeur surrounding us was overwhelming—crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings, marble floors reflecting the golden light, and luxurious furniture that seemed too perfect to touch. It was like stepping into a dream, but the awe didn't stop the nervous flutter in my chest.

This mansion, as beautiful as it was, symbolized a new chapter in my life with Taehyung. A part of me couldn't help but wonder what that meant—how things would change and what lay ahead.

Taehyung's deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Welcome to my mansion, Lisa," he said, his gaze soft but steady, watching me closely for my reaction.

I swallowed hard, offering a nervous smile. "It's... it's beautiful."

He grinned, clearly pleased with my response, though his expression hinted at something more—a promise, maybe, or a challenge I wasn't yet aware of. "Come with me," he said, holding out his hand.

I hesitated for just a second before slipping my hand into his, the warmth of his touch grounding me as we ventured further into the mansion.

As Taehyung led me into the expansive room, adorned with luxurious furnishings and opulent decor, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the grandeur of it all. His hand in mine provided a comforting anchor amidst the sea of extravagance.

"Make yourself comfortable, Lisa," he encouraged, his voice gentle as he gestured to the plush seating arrangements. I nodded, still awestruck by the sheer magnificence of the surroundings.

When he asked if I wanted anything, I shook my head, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through me. "No, I'm fine," I assured him, my voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung smiled warmly at my response. "Well, no worries. It's nighttime now, but I'll show you the rest of my mansion tomorrow. For now, just wait here for me. I have some important matters to attend to with my guards," he explained, his tone reassuring.

As Taehyung left the room, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within me, leaving me both exhilarated and apprehensive about the future.

As soon as one guard came and placed my suitcase in the room and left with the bow. Surveying the room, I couldn't help but admire the exquisite taste that reflected his unique style.

Yet, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of my mind—I couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy, of not quite measuring up to his lofty standards.

After all, he was Taehyung Kim, a titan in the business world, and here he was, professing his love for me. It felt surreal, like something out of a dream.

Pulling out my cell phone, I sent a quick message to my parents, assuring them of my safe arrival. But before I could fully immerse myself in my thoughts, I was startled by the sound of Taehyung's voice behind me.

His strong arms enveloped me in a comforting back hug, his presence radiating warmth and reassurance.

"Are you tired, doll?" He murmured against my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. I shook my head, unable to tear my gaze away from him.

"No, I'm fine," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

Turning me around to face him, Taehyung's gaze softened, his eyes filled with a tenderness that took my breath away.

"Let's go to bed, okay? I've already arranged for our bags to be brought here. But before we sleep, there's something I want to say to you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity and a hint of vulnerability.

I hesitated for a moment, uncertain of his request, but the intensity in Taehyung's eyes urged me to comply. Slowly, I nodded, feeling a flutter of nerves mingled with anticipation.

"Sleep with me naked. I want to see you naked in my arms; do it for me, Lisa," he implored, his voice filled with raw desire. I placed my hand in his, drawn in by the fervent excitement that radiated from him.

With a swift motion, Taehyung pulled me up and into his embrace, his warmth enveloping me as I melted against him.

His touch sent shivers down my spine as he traced the contours of my neck with his fingers, tangling my ponytail around his wrist to draw me closer.

I found myself gazing up into his eyes, lost in their intensity as he whispered words of admiration and awe. "You are one brave young woman," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

His words ignited a fire within me, igniting a surge of desire that coursed through my veins.

Leaning down, Taehyung's lips met mine in a gentle kiss, his touch both tender and electric. As he sucked gently on my lower lip, I couldn't suppress a soft moan of pleasure, my body responding eagerly to his touch.

"I want to bite this lip," he confessed huskily, his words sending a thrill through me.

With careful precision, he tugged at my lip with his teeth, eliciting another moan from me as he smiled against my mouth.

At that moment, with Taehyung's arms around me and his lips upon mine, I surrendered to the intoxicating allure of passion and desire, eager to explore the depths of our connection together.

His words hung heavy in the air, sinking into my consciousness with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Taehyung's request was bold, his desire palpable as he laid out his rule with unwavering determination.

"Doll, there's a rule I want to tell you," he began, his voice tinged with a possessive edge. "From now on, you'll always sleep with me naked. I want to have you in my arms, always."

His words sent a thrill through me, igniting a fire that burned with fierce intensity. But before I could respond, Taehyung's voice turned husky and raw, his desire pouring forth with unrestrained fervor.

"I want to fuck your mouth, Lisa, and I will soon," he confessed, his tone sending a shiver down my spine. The suddenness of his declaration left me breathless, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I moaned in response, unable to contain the surge of desire coursing through me, Taehyung's grip tightened painfully on my hair.

With a gasp, he abruptly pulled away, his expression conflicted as he sought to temper the intensity of the moment.

"I've exhausted you enough for today, Lisa. Now, just sleep and be comfortable," he said softly, his voice a stark contrast to the passion that had gripped us moments before.

I nodded, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over me in his presence. "I'm comfortable with you because I love you, Taehyung," I confessed, my voice filled with sincerity.

Drawing closer, Taehyung's gaze softened as he reached out to me. "Let me take care of you, Lisa," he murmured, his touch gentle yet possessive.

With a tender smile, I surrendered to his embrace, knowing that in his arms I would always find solace and love. "Your wish is my desire, Taehyung. You can do anything with me. I trust you, and I know you'll always love me," I whispered, my heart overflowing with devotion.

With a sense of trust and surrender, I allowed Taehyung to undress me, shedding every layer until there was nothing between us but raw vulnerability.

As he stripped away his suit, revealing his chiseled physique and devilishly handsome features, I couldn't help but feel a rush of desire coursing through me.

Closing my eyes, I let myself bask in the sensation of his touch, his presence enveloping me like a warm embrace. But when he spoke, his voice filled with command and desire, and I couldn't resist the urge to obey.

"Look at me, doll," he urged his words in a seductive whisper that sent shivers down my spine. With a flutter of anticipation, I met his gaze, finding myself lost in the depths of his dark eyes.

Drawing me close, our bodies pressed together in a tantalizing embrace, our skin igniting with each electrifying touch.

As he kissed my forehead tenderly, a wave of tenderness washed over me, leaving me feeling cherished and adored.

Guiding me to his bed, Taehyung gently laid me down, tucking me beneath the soft blankets with a gesture of care and affection.

As he extinguished the light, enveloping us in the darkness of the room, I felt a sense of peace settle over me, knowing that I was safe in his arms.

With Taehyung beside me, I drifted into a deep, contented slumber, knowing that no matter what the future held, I was cherished and loved beyond measure.

THE NEXT MORNING

As light flooded the room, coaxing me from the depths of sleep to wakefulness, I stretched out languidly, reveling in the warmth of the morning sun.

Opening my eyes, I was greeted by the breathtaking sight of Seattle sprawled out before me—a stunning vista that never failed to captivate me.

But as my gaze shifted to the figure beside me, I was struck by an even more mesmerizing sight.

There, lying peacefully in slumber, was Taehyung Kim. His handsome features softened by sleep; he looked almost ethereal in the golden morning light.

I couldn't help but marvel at the sight before me—the way his youthful face seemed to glow with a serene innocence, his lips parted ever so slightly in a contented sigh, and his tousled hair framing his face in a disheveled yet alluring manner.

For a moment, I found myself lost in admiration, wondering how anyone could look so effortlessly perfect, even in the quiet stillness of sleep.

But then a thought crossed my mind—a fleeting notion that perhaps his charm and allure were too good to be true, that maybe there was more to him than met the eye.

Quickly pushing aside such doubts, I shook my head, refusing to let suspicion cloud my thoughts.

With a soft sigh, I resisted the urge to reach out and touch him, content to simply bask in the tranquility of the moment.

In this brief respite from the complexities of our relationship, I found solace in the simple pleasure of watching him sleep, free from the weight of expectations and uncertainties.

But as my own needs beckoned, I reluctantly tore my gaze away from Taehyung's peaceful form, reminding myself of the mundane tasks that awaited me.

With a wistful smile, I quietly slipped out of bed, leaving him to his dreams as I tended to my own needs, grateful for the moments of tranquility that we shared.

Slipping out of bed, I reached for Taehyung's discarded white shirt and pulled it on, relishing the softness of the fabric against my skin.

With a sense of curiosity, I ventured through a nearby door, half expecting to find the bathroom. Instead, I found myself standing in a vast walk-in closet that rivaled the size of my bedroom.

Rows upon rows of expensive suits, shirts, shoes, and ties lined the walls, leaving me in awe of the sheer excess.

Tutting disapprovingly at the extravagance before me, I couldn't help but wonder how one man could need so many clothes. It seemed excessive, almost wasteful in its opulence.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I retraced my steps back to the bedroom, where Taehyung still lay asleep, undisturbed by the world outside.

Determined to find the bathroom, I tried the other door, and to my surprise, I was met with a sight that left me speechless.

The bathroom was a marvel in itself, larger than any bedroom and equipped with every luxury imaginable.

As I caught sight of the toothbrushes on the counter—two of them, indicating that Taehyung had already prepared for my arrival—I couldn't help but marvel at his meticulous planning.

With a sense of gratitude, I proceeded to brush my teeth and wash my face, feeling a sense of comfort in the thoughtfulness of Taehyung's gestures.

Despite the overwhelming opulence that surrounded me, there was a sense of warmth and familiarity in the simple act of sharing a space with him, reminding me that amidst the grandeur, he was still the same caring and attentive man I had come to know and love.

I stared at my reflection in the gigantic mirror above the sink, feeling a sense of disorientation wash over me.

Did I look different?

I certainly felt different.

There was a lingering soreness in my muscles, a reminder of the passionate flight I had shared with Taehyung.

My subconscious stirred, reminding me of the gravity of what had transpired—the loss of my virginity to a man forbidden by societal norms, older than me, and with desires that bordered on the unconventional.

As I gazed at my reflection, a wave of bewilderment and confusion washed over me. How had I fallen for a man so beyond my reach, both in terms of physical beauty and wealth?

Taehyung's allure was undeniable, his presence intoxicating, but beneath the surface lurked a complexity that left me feeling unsettled.

My hair, as usual, refused to cooperate; its unruly tangles are a reflection of the chaos swirling within me.

Despite my attempts to tame it with my fingers, I found myself failing miserably, resigned to the fact that some battles were simply not worth fighting.

With a sigh, I resolved to search for hair ties in my purse, hoping to bring some semblance of order to the disarray that had become my thoughts and emotions.

Feeling a pang of hunger, I made my way back to the bedroom, where Taehyung still lay sleeping peacefully.

Remembering his instructions about the absence of staff, I left him undisturbed and ventured toward my bag, clad in nothing but his shirt and my thong.

With my cell phone in hand, I plugged in my headphones and cranked up the volume, letting the music wash over me as I danced my way into the kitchen.

His sleek and modern kitchen was a sight to behold, with its handleless cupboards and state-of-the-art appliances.

It took me a moment to figure out how to open the cupboards, but once I did, I set about rummaging through the fridge for ingredients.

Finding plenty of eggs and the makings for pancakes and bacon, I decided to whip up a hearty breakfast.

As I mixed the batter and sizzled bacon in the skillet, I lost myself in the rhythm of cooking, the music blaring in my ears serving as a welcome distraction from the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

During the chaos, the simple act of cooking provided a sense of grounding, allowing me to focus on the task at hand without delving too deeply into the complexities of my situation.

With each flip of the pancake and sizzle of the bacon, I found solace in the mundane routine of everyday life, grateful for the brief respite it offered from the tumultuous journey I found myself on.

As I busied myself in Taehyung's kitchen, the memories of last night lingered in my mind like a sweet melody, tempting me to lose myself in their intoxicating embrace.

His words, his touch, his care—all of it stirred something deep within me, igniting a fire that burned with a fierce intensity.

But even as my body hummed with pleasure at the recollection, my subconscious nagged at me, reminding me of the stark reality of our encounter—mere physical desire, devoid of any true emotional connection.

I forced myself to push aside those thoughts, focusing instead on the task at hand. The state-of-the-art range beckoned, and I tentatively began to work my way around it, feeling a sense of accomplishment as I navigated its intricate controls.

As I cooked the bacon, the familiar strains of a song filled my ears, prompting a wave of nostalgia to wash over me. "Love Me Like You Do" by Ellie Goulding—how fitting, considering my sense of not belonging.

Lost in my thoughts, I pondered the enigma that was Taehyung Kim. What drove him to be the way he was—was it nature or nurture?

His world was so alien to me—a realm of opulence and privilege that I could barely comprehend. And yet, here I was, grappling with the consequences of his indecent proposal, unsure of how to navigate the complexities of our unconventional relationship.

With the bacon sizzling under the grill, I turned my attention to whisking some eggs, the rhythmic motion providing a welcome distraction from the tumult of emotions swirling inside me.

In the kitchen, amidst the clatter of pans and the aroma of sizzling bacon, I found a semblance of peace, a temporary refuge from the uncertainties that lay ahead.

||TAEHYUNG||

As I slowly opened my eyes, the soft light of morning flooded through the windows, accompanied by the tantalizing aroma of sizzling bacon wafting from the kitchen.

For a moment, I felt disoriented, wondering if my staff had returned despite my instructions for them to stay off. Then, with a jolt, I remembered.

Lisa.

Glancing at the clock, I realized it was late. Quickly, I bounded out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, where I hastily brushed my teeth before slipping into a pair of sweatpants.

With a sense of anticipation, I followed the irresistible scent of breakfast to the kitchen.

There she was, Lisa, wearing nothing but my shirt, her hair cascading around her shoulders as she danced to music playing through her earbuds.

Unnoticed, I took a seat at the kitchen counter, silently observing her as she whisked eggs and tended to the sizzling bacon.

Her movements were graceful and fluid, her hair bouncing with each step, and I couldn't help but notice the hint of her thong peeking out from beneath my shirt.

She was a sight to behold, a captivating blend of innocence and temptation. And as I watched her, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

She was a bad girl, but she was mine to fuck.

Even though I love a curvy body and full boobs and experience sluts, now something is changing. I am a man who never found pleasure in flat and slim things, but I don't know why I love Lisa's soft, prickly nipple to bite, her slim waist to hold, and her tight pussy.

Watching Lisa's energetic yet somewhat uncoordinated movements in the kitchen was both amusing and strangely arousing.

As I observed her, I couldn't help but think of ways to improve her coordination, imagining the various ways I could guide and teach her.

When she turned and spotted me, her reaction was priceless. Frozen in place, she seemed unsure of what to say or do.

"Good morning, doll," I greeted her, unable to hide the amusement in my voice. "You're very... energetic this morning."

Her response was hesitant, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "I-I slept well," she stammered.

A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I replied, "I can imagine why," recalling the events of the previous night when we had slept together, her naked form pressed against mine.

There was a hunger between us, a desire that lingered even now.

Realizing the time, I noted that it was past nine, a fact that hadn't escaped Lisa's attention either. She must have been wondering about the implications of our night together, just as I was.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, attempting to break the tension that hung in the air.

"Very. But not just for food," I admit, my tone carrying a hint of something more profound.

"Oh really, Taehyung, but first, have breakfast. I have prepared pancakes, bacon, eggs, and your black tea," she says, her embarrassment palpable as I catch her dancing.

Taking pity on her, I offer to set the table for breakfast. "Would you like me to put some music on so you can continue your... er... dancing?"

"I am too shy to dance in front of you.".

Her cheeks flush pink, and she glances down, seemingly flustered. "Please don't stop on my account."

I assure her. "It's very entertaining to watch you dance. I love to see the way you move your body for me and dance for me, doll."

"I am shy, but I'll dance for you, but not now. I am hungry a bit, and you need to take care of your health," she confesses with a pout, turning her back to me and vigorously whisking the eggs.

I wonder if she realizes how disrespectful her actions might seem to someone like me, but of course, she doesn't. Yet, for some unfathomable reason, it brings a smile to my face.

Sidling up to her, I gently tug on her hair. "I love these. They won't protect you," I whisper, my words carrying a hint of possessiveness.

"Not from me. Not now that I've had you." With that, I hold her close and kiss her lips, savoring the moment before reluctantly releasing her when she insists, "Let me cook, please."

She attempts to hide her amusement, continuing her task with a smile that bewitches me.

As she avoids my gaze, busy serving breakfast, she fetches the maple syrup from the fridge. When she finally looks up at me, I'm already waiting for her to sit down. "Doll," I indicate where she should sit.

"Sure, my Taehyung," she replies with contrived formality, wincing slightly as she takes her seat.

An uneasy sense of guilt creeps over me unexpectedly. Despite my desires, I want to treat her with respect. Perhaps I could engage in intimacy with her, preferably after breakfast.

The thought crosses my mind, tinged with a sense of longing.

I want to use her mouth and fuck her.

I take a bite of my breakfast and close my eyes, relishing the flavors. It tastes exceptional. When I swallow, she's still staring at me. "Eat, Lisa," I order. "This is delicious."

She can cook quite well.

Lisa takes one bite of her meal and then begins to push it around on her plate. I ask her to stop biting her lip. "It's very distracting," I add.

She fidgets with her teabag and the teapot, seemingly oblivious to my irritation. "What sort of plan do you have in mind?" she asks, her curiosity evident.

She's always so curious—let's see how far she'll go.

"I thought we could focus on oral skills," I suggest casually.

She splutters into her teacup, and I quickly reach out, gently patting her on the back and handing her a glass of orange juice.

She smiles as I kiss her forehead while she looks at me, admitting softly, "It's all new for me, all of this."

I nod, understanding, and reply, "I know. That's why I want you, Lisa. Your innocence and inexperience amaze me."

She nods in response, but I notice she's not eating. "Eat, Lisa," I urge her.

"I'm not feeling hungry. What is it with you and food?" She snaps softly.

"Oh, doll, you don't want to know," I respond, my tone carrying a hint of warning. "Eat. Your health is important. Get it." I glare at her, silently daring her to defy me.

She gives me a mulish look but reluctantly starts to eat.

As I watch her take a forkful of eggs into her mouth, I feel a sense of relief wash over me.

She's quite challenging in her way, and it's refreshing. I've never dealt with someone like her before. Yes, that's it. She's a novelty. That's the fascination, isn't it?

Once she finishes her food, I take her plate. "You cooked; I'll clear."

"That's very democratic," she remarks, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, not my usual style. After I've done this, we'll take a bath," I declare, my mind already racing ahead to the next activity.

And I can test her oral skills. The thought sends a jolt of arousal through me, which I quickly suppress.

I brush her plump lower lip with my thumb, a silent promise of things to come.

"I'm itching to touch her...again," I murmur while gazing at her. "Come, let's have a bath." I kiss her tenderly and lead her to my room.

She's still wearing my shirt, and I retrieve her cell phone from the breast pocket. "Water and cell phone—not a clever combination," I comment as I remove the shirt from her, carefully extract the phone, and place both items on the vanity.

Once we're in my bathroom, I instruct her, "Stay there," before turning on the faucet and adding scented oil to the steaming water.

The tub fills rapidly as she watches me, her eyes fixed on my every move. Normally, I would expect any woman I was about to bathe with to have her eyes cast down in modesty.

But not Lisa.

She doesn't drop her gaze; instead, her eyes gleam with anticipation and curiosity. Despite her confidence, she still has her arms wrapped around herself, a subtle display of shyness.

It's oddly arousing.

And to think she's never bathed with a man before adds an extra layer of excitement to the moment.

I can claim another first. When the bath is full, I hold out my hand. "Doll, come."

She accepts my invitation and steps into the bath.

"Turn around, face me," I instruct, my gaze drawn to her tempting lip, which I know is delicious from experience. "I can attest to that. But will you stop biting it? Your chewing makes me want to be intimate with you. You need to relax."

She inhales sharply, releasing her lip, and gives me an emphatic nod while still standing.

"Good." I step back to admire her, and she hangs her head.

"Hey," I interject, my voice gentle, encouraging her to peek up at me. "Doll, you're a very beautiful woman—the whole package. Don't hang your head like you're ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and it's a real joy to stand here and look at you."

I hold her chin, tipping her head back. "Don't hide from me, doll."

"You can sit down now," I instruct, and she complies with indecent haste, emitting a soft moan as her body sinks into the water.

She screws her eyes shut as she lies back, but when she opens them, she appears more relaxed. "Why don't you join me?" she suggests with a coy smile.

Stripping off my sweatpants, I climb in behind her, pulling her to my chest. I wrap my legs around hers, placing my feet over her ankles, and then gently part her legs.

She wriggles against me, but I ignore her movements and bury my nose in her hair. "You smell so good, Lisa," I whisper, inhaling her scent deeply.

She settles into my embrace, and I grab the body wash from the shelf beside us. Squeezing some into my hand, I work the soap into a lather and begin massaging her neck and shoulders.

She moans softly as her head lolls to one side under my tender ministrations.

"You like that?" I inquire softly, my voice filled with genuine interest.

"Hmm," she hums in contentment as I continue washing her, my hands moving methodically over her body.

I wash her arms and her underarms before reaching my first goal: her breasts. Lord, the feel of her. She has perfect breasts, and I knead and tease them gently.

She groans and flexes her hips, her breathing quickening. It's evident she's aroused, and my own body responds in kind, growing beneath her touch.

My hands skim over her torso and her belly toward my second goal. But before I reach her clean womanhood, I pause and grab a washcloth.

Squirting some soap onto the cloth, I begin the slow process of washing between her legs. Gentle, slow, but sure, I rub, wash, and clean, simultaneously stimulating her.

She starts to pant, her hips moving in synchronization with my hand, as pleasure washes over her.

Her head rests against my shoulder, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent moan as she surrenders to my relentless fingers.

"Feel it, baby," I whisper, running my teeth along her earlobe. "Feel it for me."

"Oh, please, Taehyung," she whines, attempting to straighten her legs, but I have them pinned under mine.

Enough.

Now that she's thoroughly aroused, I'm ready to proceed. "I think you're clean enough now," I announce, removing my hands from her.

"Why are you stopping?" She protests, her eyes fluttering open, revealing frustration and disappointment.

"Because I have other plans for you, Lisa," I reply, noting her panting and, if I'm not mistaken, a slight pout.

Good.

"Turn around. I need washing, too," I instruct, and she complies, her face flushed, her eyes bright, her pupils dilated with anticipation.

Lifting my hips, I grab my shaft. "I want you to become well acquainted, on first-name terms, if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I want you to do this for me, Lisa. Pleasure me and don't be shy," I instruct, my tone firm but tinged with anticipation.

Her mouth drops open as she looks from my penis to my face...and back again. I can't help but sport a wicked grin.

Her face is a picture of maidenly outrage. But as she stares, her expression changes. First thoughtful, then assessing, and when her eyes meet mine, the challenge in them is clear.

Oh, bring it on, Lisa.

Her smile is one of delight as she reaches for the body wash. Taking her sweet time, she drizzles some of the soap into her palm and, without breaking eye contact, rubs her hands together slowly, teasingly.

Her lips part, and she bites her bottom lip, running her tongue across the little indentations left by her teeth. Lisa Manoban is a seductress indeed!

My shaft responds eagerly, hardening further at her enticing display. Reaching forward, she grasps me firmly, her hand wrapping around me.

A hiss escapes my lips through clenched teeth as I close my eyes, reveling in the sensation.

Here in this moment, I don't mind being touched. No, I don't mind at all. Placing my hand over hers, I guide her movements.

"Like this," I rasp, my voice hoarse with desire. She tightens her hold around me, and her hand moves up and down beneath mine, eliciting a low groan of pleasure from me. Oh yes.

"That's right, baby," I murmur, releasing her hand and letting her continue, closing my eyes and surrendering to the rhythm she's set.

Oh, God.

What is it about her inexperience that is so arousing? Is it that I'm enjoying all her firsts? She looks at me and says, "I want to do that, Taehyung, but tell me how to."

I meet her gaze and instruct, "Take it in your mouth and lick and suck like a lollipop."

Suddenly, she draws me into her mouth, sucking hard, her tongue torturing me.

"Whoa... Lisa," I groan, struggling to maintain control. She sucks even harder, her eyes gleaming with feminine cunning.

"Fuck," I growl, closing my eyes to prevent myself from climaxing too soon.

She continues her sweet torture, and as her confidence grows, I flex my hips, pushing myself farther into her mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can't help but surrender to the pleasure she's giving me.

Watching her is incredibly stimulating. I grab her hair and guide her mouth as she supports herself with her hands on my thighs.

"Oh. Baby. That. Feels. Good," I moan, feeling the pleasure coursing through me.

She keeps her teeth behind her lips and pulls me into her mouth once more.

"Ah!" I groan, wondering how deep she'll allow me to go. Her mouth torments me, her shielded teeth exerting delicious pressure.

And I want more. "Lisa. How far can you go?" I ask, meeting her gaze.

She frowns for a moment, then, with a determined look, she slides down on me until I hit the back of her throat.

Fuck.

The sensation is overwhelming, and I can't help but let out a guttural moan of pleasure as she takes me in completely.

"Lisa, I'm going to come in your mouth," I warn her, breathless. "If you don't want me to, stop now. If you don't want to swallow."

Despite the warning, I can't hold back, thrusting into her again and again, watching as my shaft disappears and reappears in her mouth.

It's beyond erotic, and I'm so close. Suddenly, she bares her teeth, gently squeezing me, and I'm undone, ejaculating into the back of her throat, crying out in pleasure.

Fuck.

My breathing is labored as I come down from the intense sensation.

She's completely disarmed me...again! When I open my eyes, she's glowing with pride. And rightfully so. That was one hell of a blow job.

"Don't you have a gag reflex?" I marvel at her as I catch my breath. "Lisa, that was... good, really good. Unexpected, though. You never cease to amaze me." I praise her for a job well done.

Wait, that was so good; perhaps she has some experience after all. "Have you done that before?" I ask, unsure if I want to know.

"No, never. You are my first ever Taehyung. How can you ask that?" She says with obvious pride, her answer surprising me even further.

"Good, I know I was just teasing you, doll; you were so amazing like it was perfect," I say, hoping my relief isn't too obvious.

"Yet another first, Lisa. Well, you get an A in oral skills. Come, let's go to bed. I owe you an orgasm. I want to make love to you now, and it will be intense, doll. You are doing so much, despite doing nothing."

I climb out of the bath, feeling a little dazed, and wrap a towel around my waist. Grabbing another towel, I hold it up and help her out of the bath, swathing her in it so she's trapped.

I hold her against me, kissing her passionately and exploring her mouth with my tongue.

I taste my ejaculate in her mouth, but it only heightens my desire for her. Grasping her head, I deepen the kiss, conveying my longing for her.

I want her. All of her.

Her body and soul. I want her to be mine.

I kiss her again, pouring my fervor into the embrace. When I take her hand, she looks dazed, but I lead her to the bedroom, eager to continue our passionate encounter.

Dazzle her further, Taehyung.

In my bedroom, I release her from my embrace. "Trust me?" I ask, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation.

She nods, her expression filled with trust and devotion. "I do. That's why I am with you; that's why I give you all my heart and body, Taehyung, even my soul," she declares before kissing me softly.

"Good girl," I murmur in approval, feeling a surge of possessiveness and adoration towards her.

I head into my closet to select one of my ties. When I return, I take her towel and drop it on the floor. "Hold your hands together in front of you," I instruct.

She licks her lips, a moment of uncertainty flickering across her face before she obediently holds out her hands. Swiftly, I bind her wrists together with the tie, ensuring the knot is secure.

Her lips parted as she inhaled deeply, excitement evident in her eyes. The sight of her bound before me ignites a primal desire within me, and I can't wait to continue exploring her desires and fulfilling her fantasies.

I drop my towel, revealing myself fully to her. "Oh, Lisa, what shall I do to you?" I murmur, feeling the heat of desire coursing through me.

I grasp her upper arms and gently push her back onto the bed, ensuring she doesn't fall. Once she's lying prostrate, I settle beside her, taking hold of her fists and raising them above her head. "Keep your hands up here; don't move them. Understand?" I instruct firmly.

She swallows, her gaze meeting mine. "I won't move my hands," she replies, her voice husky with anticipation.

"Good girl," I praise her, unable to suppress my smile. She lies beside me, wrists bound, appearing vulnerable yet willing. Mine. Not quite to do with as I wish—yet—but getting there.

Leaning down, I kiss her lightly, letting her know that I intend to shower her with kisses all over her body, igniting her senses and building anticipation for what is to come.

She sighs as my lips trail from the base of her ear down to the hollow at the bottom of her neck, and I'm rewarded with her appreciative moan. Abruptly, she lowers her arms, attempting to circle them around my neck.

Glaring down at her, I firmly place her hands back above her head. "Don't move your hands, or we'll just have to start all over again," I warn her, my tone firm but tinged with desire.

"I want to touch you," she whispers, her voice filled with longing.

"I know," I acknowledge softly. But you can't. "Keep your hands above your head," I remind her gently yet firmly.

Her lips are parted, and her chest heaves with each rapid breath, indicating her arousal. Good.

Cupping her chin, I resume kissing my way down her body, my hand traveling over her breasts, my lips hot on her skin.

With one hand on her belly, holding her in place, I pay homage to each of her nipples, sucking and nipping gently, reveling in their hardened response.

She mewls, her hips starting to move involuntarily beneath my touch.

"Keep still," I caution softly against her skin, my kisses trailing across her belly as I explore the sensitive depths of her navel.

"Ah," she moans, squirming under my miniatures.

I make a mental note to teach her to keep still...

My teeth graze her skin lightly. "Hmm. You are so sweet, doll," I murmur, gently nipping between her navel and womanhood before sitting up between her legs.

I grasp both her ankles, spreading them wide apart. Naked and vulnerable, she is a glorious sight to behold.

Holding her left foot, I bend her knee and raise her toes to my lips, watching her face for her reaction. I kiss each toe tenderly, then lightly bite the soft pad of each, savoring the taste and texture of her skin.

Her eyes widen, and her mouth forms an alternating pattern of small and capital O's as I bite the pad of her little toe a bit harder, eliciting a flex of her pelvis and a whimper from her lips.

Running my tongue over her instep to her ankle, I relish in the sensation of her shuddering response.

As I continue to torment her, sucking and biting her little toe, she scrunches her eyes closed and twists her head from side to side, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her.

"Oh, please," she begs when I focus my attention on her little toe.

"All good things will come to you, doll. Just relax yourself," I tease, enjoying her desperate pleas for more.

Reaching her knee, I don't stop but continue to lick, suck, and bite up the inside of her thigh, spreading her legs wide as I do so. She trembles in shock, anticipating the touch of my tongue at the apex of her thighs.

But not yet, Lisa. Not yet.

I return my attention to her left leg, kissing and nipping from her knee up the inside of her thigh. She tenses when I finally lie between her legs, but she keeps her arms raised. Good girl.

Gently, I run my nose up and down her vulva, feeling her writhe beneath me. But I stop. She has to learn to keep still.

She raises her head to look at me, anticipation evident in her eyes.

"Do you know how intoxicating you smell, doll?" I murmur, holding her gaze as I push my nose into her womanhood and breathe deeply. Her head flops back onto the bed, and she groans in response.

I blow gently up and down over her womanhood, relishing in her reaction. "I like this," I mutter, savoring the moment.

"Oh, please, you are doing something with my body I can't understand, Taehyung," she pleads, her voice filled with desire and confusion.

"Hmm, I like it when you beg me, Lisa," I whisper huskily as she moans in response. Pressing down on her thighs to open her up to my tongue, I slowly start circling her clitoris.

She cries out, her body arching off the bed in pleasure, but I don't stop. My tongue is relentless, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. Her legs stiffen, her toes pointed with anticipation.

Ah, she's close, and slowly I slip my middle finger inside her, feeling her wetness and readiness for more.

"Oh, doll. I love that you're so wet for me," I murmur, my voice thick with desire as I begin to move my finger clockwise, stretching her and increasing her pleasure.

My tongue continues to torment her clitoris, each stroke pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She stiffens beneath me, her body trembling with anticipation, and finally cries out as her orgasm crashes through her.

Yes! The sight of her lost in pleasure, her body convulsing with ecstasy, is utterly intoxicating. She has indeed pleased me, and now she's rewarded with the blissful release she deserves.

I walk to my closet and grab a condom, knowing I'll need it, considering Lisa's presence in my life now. Once it's on, I return to her, slowly easing myself into her. She feels good.

"How's this? Can I move now?" I check, wanting to ensure her comfort.

"Fine. Good," her voice responds, hoarse with desire.

Oh... I begin to move, reveling in the sensation of her around me, beneath me. Again and again, I thrust faster and faster, losing myself in the intense connection we share. I want her to come again. I want her sated. I want her happy.

Finally, she stiffens once more and whimpers.

"Come for me, baby," I utter through clenched teeth, urging her on.

And she does. Our bodies move together in a symphony of pleasure, Lisa looking beautiful in my arms, her moans and screams filling the room as she succumbs to ecstasy.

As I increased the pace, I warned her, "I am going to go faster, okay?" She nodded in response. Going deeper into her, I marveled at how tight she felt around me, despite having been intimate with her only a couple of times before. Her walls were exquisite, warm, and inviting.

She had closed her eyes in the throes of passion, but I wanted her gaze on me. "Lisa, look at me. I don't like it when you close your eyes. If you do that again, I will spank you and prolong your orgasm as punishment. I want your eyes open, understand?" I instructed firmly, grabbing her jaw and gently forcing her to meet my gaze.

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes, their innocence and shyness evident. My inner demon smirked at the realization that, despite my efforts, I hadn't been able to completely corrupt her angelic nature. She remained a pure doll in my eyes.

She looks at me with sincerity shining in her eyes and confesses, "When I see you, I feel like I'll go crazy, Taehyung. I love you so much. I'm sorry; I'm just feeling all of this for the first time. I mean, I've never let anyone touch me. But with you, my mind and heart tell me to be always, to love you, and to do everything for you, Taehyung."

Moved by her words, I kiss her lips gently and respond, "That's all I want, doll."

She blushes, her innocence making her even more adorable. "I like it when you control me. I mean, it's new for me; it's exciting, but I like it."

"Thank fuck," I exclaim in relief, letting go of any remaining tension as I find my sweet release.

Briefly, I collapse on top of her, reveling in the softness of her body. Though she tries to reach for me by moving her hands around my neck, the fact that she's tied prevents her from touching me.

Taking a deep breath, I rest my weight on my arms and gaze down at her in wonder.

"See how good we are together? If you give yourself to me, it will be so much better. Trust me, Lisa, I can take you places you don't even know exist. Just enjoy with me," I murmur, our foreheads touching as I close my eyes, savoring the moment.

She responds by kissing my lips, and I untie her hands, kissing them tenderly. She then wraps her arms around me, expressing her love.

"I don't know what you want more, but I'll always love you," she whispers, nuzzling her nose against mine. I nod in understanding, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.

Removing my condom and tying it before disposing of it in the bin, I then pull her close into my arms. "Now, sleep a bit. You need to rest and enjoy the day," I suggest gently.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she asks, "So we won't go to the office today?"

I nodded in agreement and replied, "No, not today. I've given the staff the day off because I want to spend the whole day with you. And for lunch, I'll cook for you."

She looks at me with appreciation and says, "You'll cook for me, but I'll help you."

I gently shake my head. "No, doll. You'll listen to me and stay in this bed, resting. I don't want to hear any objections from you, and I expect you to follow my orders, understood."

She nods obediently, closing her eyes and hugging me tightly. I run my fingers through her soft hair, feeling the warmth of her body against mine as her breasts press against me.

As she drifts off to sleep again, she whispers, "You are my man, Taehyung, and I know we will be together forever."

Her words stir up a whirlwind of emotions within me, including guilt. Why am I doing all this? Why am I toying with her emotions? I don't even know what I want from her. Yet she continues to do so much for me.

At that moment, she feels like a goddess to me, and I'm torn between wanting to protect her and feeling unsure of my intentions.

Despite my conflicting emotions, I hold her close, cherishing the warmth of her body against mine. In her peaceful slumber, she appears so innocent, so vulnerable, and I can't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards her.

As I watch her sleep, a wave of tenderness washes over me. Perhaps she sees something in me that I can't see in myself. Maybe she truly believes in us and our future together.

She is nothing for me, just a toy or something more, which I can't understand... what she is to me.??? What are you doing to me, Lisa Manoban? You are a dangerous addiction to me.