||TAEHYUNG||

With a nod of understanding, Lisa yielded, her usual fire momentarily subdued. I gestured for my guards to lead her to the car, watching as she disappeared.

Even as she left, my thoughts remained tethered to her, consumed by this relentless urge to provide for her.

The intensity of it gnawed at me, a deep pull I couldn't fully understand—like an invisible thread connecting us, tugging at something buried deep within me.

The cool air of the Cartier store brushed against my face as I stepped inside. My eyes moved over the shimmering displays of luxury, scanning each case with purpose.

This wasn't just a routine purchase—this was for her. For Lisa. I needed to find something perfect, something worthy of her beauty and her spirit.

And then it caught my eye. A necklace—Diamonds so pure they seemed to capture the light and hold it captive, and sapphires, rich and deep, almost impossibly blue.

Each stone glistened like it held its secret universe. I felt my breath catch in my throat for just a moment. It was stunning—exactly what I wanted for her.

Without hesitation, I approached one of the staff members, my voice steady but with a hint of urgency, almost as if I feared the moment might slip away.

"I want this necklace," I said, my tone leaving no room for ambiguity.

The staff member's eyes widened briefly, recognizing the gravity of the request. They nodded, moving with efficient grace, retrieving the necklace as though it were as delicate as a living thing.

Every second they spent preparing it for me felt like time stretched thin, yet I remained outwardly composed.

When they handed it to me, the necklace sparkled in my hands—34.91 carats of sapphire, 40.09 carats of diamonds—yet it felt light as if its weight in value didn't matter, not to me.

What mattered was the thought of seeing Lisa wear it. Seeing the way her eyes would light up, that rare moment of joy crossed her face, her lips curving into a soft smile that she didn't even know could undo me.

The staff rattled off the price—$2.8 million. The words barely registered. Money wasn't a factor. I didn't hesitate as I made the payment, watching the transaction go through as though it were a mere formality.

What was this compared to her happiness? Compared to that fleeting sense of peace that only came when I knew she was cared for?

As I left the store, clutching the small velvet box, a strange sensation gripped me. This gift was more than just a gesture—it was a need.

An almost primal desire to give her something tangible, something that could reflect how deeply and irrevocably she had lodged herself into my very existence.

As I strode out, my eyes fell upon the gleaming facade of a pharmacy, triggering a sudden realization: I needed to replenish my dwindling stock of condoms and contraceptives just in case.

The memory of exhausting an entire box within a week, entangled in passionate embraces with Lisa, pierced my mind. I couldn't fathom the thought of her bearing my child, binding her fate to mine.

I reminded myself fiercely of my freedom and the autonomy I cherished. Why was I succumbing to the daily ritual of lovemaking with Lisa?

With determination fueling my steps, I seized two packets of condoms and contraceptive pills, my actions imbued with a sense of urgency and control.

As I completed the transaction, a surge of dominance pulsed through me. Returning to my car, stationed proudly outside the grand mall, I encountered my guard, standing steadfastly, a silent testament to my stature and authority.

As I settled into the driver's seat, Lisa's gaze met mine, her cheeks flushed with a delicate hue of pink. Her words hung in the air, laden with affection and vulnerability.

"Thank you, Taehyung, for making me feel so special. I love you." Despite the sincerity in her voice, I remained silent, knowing deep within that my feelings didn't align with hers.

I couldn't deny the allure she held for me, yet my emotions were confined to the realm of lust and desire, not love.

Nevertheless, I was resolved to treat her with respect and care, recognizing her as more than just a mere object of pleasure but a person deserving of consideration and kindness.

"You mean a lot to me, Lisa," I responded softly, masking my true feelings with words of reassurance. "Let's make this moment special for you."

With a gentle nod from her, signaling her understanding, I signaled for my driver to begin our journey back to the opulence of my mansion.

As we stepped out of the car, I instinctively reached for Lisa's hand, guiding her toward the grand entrance of my mansion.

Inside, my loyal staff awaited, their demeanor a silent testament to their unwavering dedication.

Lee Han, with his customary bow, welcomed me with deference. "Good evening, sir. Shall I prepare the dinner table for you?"

A wave of my hand signaled assent. "Yes, Lee Han. And please, have the guards take care of the shopping bags. Let the staff arrange everything in my room. Then, everyone can retire for the evening."

Bowing once more, Lee Han affirmed, "Of course, sir. Enjoy your evening, and do join us in the dining room."

With a nod, I acknowledged his words, leading Lisa toward the dining room, where a lavish spread awaited us.

We settled into our seats, the ambiance a blend of elegance and comfort. Soon, the staff appeared, bearing trays laden with delectable dishes.

As we dined, conversation flowed effortlessly. As Lisa's gaze met mine, her words hung in the air, weighted with a newfound determination.

"Taehyung, could you give the staff the day off tomorrow?" Her request took me by surprise, prompting a furrowed brow as I pondered her motives.

"Why, Lisa?" I inquired, curiosity mingled with a hint of skepticism.

Her eyes bore into mine, unwavering in their resolve. "I know it's been a while, but tomorrow, I want us to spend the entire day together in the mansion. If you have no pressing meetings, that is. I want to care for you the way you've cared for me. I want to cook for you, to pamper you, to show you the love and attention you deserve. It may not be much, but I want us to be alone, just you and me."

Her newfound confidence stirred something within me—a flicker of admiration for her boldness. Grasping her gently by the shoulders, I couldn't help but inquire, "What are you thinking? What is your game, Lisa?"

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she met my gaze head-on. "I'm not plotting anything, Taehyung. I just want to love you and nurture our relationship with time and attention. And yes, I know you care for me, and I'm content with that. It's enough."

Her words resonated within me, stirring a complex mix of emotions. With a silent nod, I acquiesced to her request.

I nodded in response to Lisa's request, a silent acknowledgment of her desire for solitude together. Yet, as the evening progressed, a strange reticence seemed to settle upon me, stifling my usual eloquence.

As the meal concluded, I motioned for the staff to clear the table, a silent directive echoing in the graceful movements of their hands.

"Summon Lee Han," I instructed one of them, my voice betraying none of the tumultuous thoughts swirling within.

Lee Han arrived promptly, his presence a reassuring anchor amidst the uncertainty of the moment. "Lee Han, tomorrow you and the rest of the staff are to take the day off," I announced, my tone betraying a hint of urgency.

His response was immediate and assuring. "Of course, sir. All tasks have been completed, and the arrangements have been made."

With a brief nod of gratitude, I led Lisa to the comfort of the luxurious bar, the weight of the impending solitude pressing upon me.

I closed the door. As she settled onto the plush couch, her innocent observation tugged at the edges of my heart.

"You seem to have everything here," she remarked, her voice laced with a subtle curiosity.

I turned to her, a tender smile playing at the corners of my lips. "I have everything I need right here, with you, my doll."

But beneath the surface of my composed facade, a storm of emotions raged, uncertainty and longing mingling in the depths of my soul.

"Taehyung, please," she implored, her voice tinged with a hint of weariness. "It's not every day I sit through conversations like this."

I met her gaze with a steadfast resolve. "I need you fit and healthy, doll. Right now, I just want to relax," I asserted, my tone unwavering in its conviction.

"We haven't had dessert," I remarked, diverting the conversation to a lighter note.

Her eyebrows arched in surprise. "You want dessert?" she queried, a playful glint dancing in her eyes.

A mischievous smile tugged at my lips. "Yes. You could be dessert," I teased, a hint of flirtation lacing my words.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "I'm not sure I'm sweet enough," she countered, her playful banter mirroring mine.

"Doll, you're deliciously sweet. I know," I reassured her, my words infused with sincerity.

As I made my way to the bar to pour myself a drink, I glanced back at her, a flicker of invitation in my eyes. "Wanna drink, Lisa? Just this once today; don't be shy. I know you never drink, but you love cocktails," I enticed, extending an invitation for her to indulge in a rare moment of spontaneity.

With a hesitant smile, Lisa hesitated for a moment, contemplating my offer. The allure of breaking from her usual routine beckoned to her, mingling with a hint of excitement.

"Well, just this once," she relented, her voice laced with a hint of anticipation.

I poured her a delicate cocktail, carefully crafting it to her liking, knowing her preferences well. As I handed her the glass, a sense of satisfaction washed over me, mingling with a newfound sense of closeness.

She took a tentative sip, the taste of the cocktail dancing on her lips, a hint of surprise evident in her expression. "This is delicious," she remarked, her eyes meeting mine with a newfound warmth.

I settled onto the couch beside her, the distance between us now bridged by the shared intimacy of the moment. As we savored our drinks in companionable silence,

As I savor the wine, pleasantly surprised by its taste, I find myself drawn to Lisa's silent presence. Her anticipation is palpable, her gaze fixed on me with an intensity that speaks volumes.

"Are you thirsty, Lisa?" I inquired softly, my voice a gentle caress.

"No," she whispers, her response barely audible.

A flicker of determination ignites within me. "I want you to drink, Lisa. Be confident; you are legal in age to feel and enjoy it doll; don't worry, I am with you. If you are going to lose control, then I am here to handle you, doll." I urge, my tone firm yet gentle.

Her cheeks flush with a delicate shade of pink as she acclimates. "I'll drink for you, Taehyung," she murmurs, her resolve shining through.

But I intervene before she can take the glass, a playful glint in my eyes. "Not like this, Lisa. I have something special in mind for you, doll," I declare, a sense of anticipation coursing through me.

She nods in understanding, her demeanor calm and serene as she awaits my next move.

Taking another sip of wine, I lean down and capture her lips in a tender kiss, allowing the wine to trickle into her mouth. She accepts it eagerly, a soft hum of appreciation emanating from deep within her throat.

"More?" I inquire, a smile playing at the corners of my lips.

Her response is a nod, her eyes sparkling with delight as I oblige, pouring another sip of wine into her waiting mouth.

"Let's not go too far; we know your capacity for alcohol is limited, Lisa," I tease, a playful twinkle in my eyes. Her laughter fills the room, echoing with warmth and affection.

As I indulged in another shared drink with Lisa, her movements beneath me grew more restless, a subtle indication of her growing arousal.

"Is this nice?" I inquired softly as I reclined beside her, my gaze locked with hers.

Her demeanor shifted, a seriousness settling over her features, but her response was unmistakable as she drew in a sharp breath, her lips parting in anticipation.

Taking another sip of wine, this time chilled with two ice cubes, I leaned in to kiss her once more.

With a playful gesture, I slid a small shard of ice between her lips, then trailed icy kisses down the expanse of her delicate skin, from her throat to her navel. There, I placed the other shard, accompanied by a hint of wine.

A shiver coursed through her body at the sensation, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. "Now you have to keep still, Lisa," I murmured, my voice laced with a hint of warning. "If you move, you'll get wine all over the couch."

Her response was a moan of acquiescence, her fingers tugging at the fabric of her clothing in eager anticipation.

As I continued to tease her with icy kisses, a sense of urgency pulsed through me. "All good things, Lisa," I whispered, my voice husky with desire, as I slowly undressed her, revealing her delicate form.

But her apprehension lingered, voiced in a soft protest as she whispered, "Someone can see us, Taehyung."

With a reassuring smile, I met her gaze, my confidence unwavering. "No one can, Lisa. Trust me," I assured her, my fingers deftly unclasping her bra, casting aside any lingering doubts with a single gesture of intimacy.

As I released each of Lisa's breasts from the confines of her bra, they lay exposed, pert, and vulnerable, beckoning to me with their allure.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I teased them both with my lips, relishing in the softness of her flesh beneath me.

"How nice is this?" I whispered, my breath ghosting over one nipple as I blew gently, eliciting a soft gasp from her parted lips.

Taking another piece of ice into my mouth, I trailed it slowly down her sternum, tracing a tantalizing path to her waiting nipple.

Circling it with the icy sensation, I felt her body quiver beneath me, a low moan escaping her lips.

Transferring the ice to my fingers, I continued my ministrations, torturing each nipple with cool lips and the lingering touch of the melting ice cube.

Despite the overwhelming sensation, Lisa remained tense yet still, a testament to her determination to obey.

"If you spill the wine, I won't let you come," I warned, my voice laced with authority.

Her response was a desperate plea, her words a symphony of longing and desire. "Oh, please, Taehyung. Sir. Please," she begged, her voice filled with need.

The sound of those words stirred something primal within me, igniting a flicker of hope amidst the intensity of the moment.

This was not a rejection; this was a plea for more, a silent acknowledgment of the power dynamics at play between us. And as I gazed down at her, consumed by the fire of desire,

As my fingers skimmed over Lisa's body, tracing a tantalizing path toward her pants, the anticipation hung heavy in the air.

But in a sudden movement, her pelvis flexed, causing the spilled wine and melted ice to cascade from her navel.

Without hesitation, I moved swiftly to lap up the spilled liquid, my lips and tongue working in unison to reclaim every precious drop from her soft skin.

"Oh dear, Lisa, you moved," I chided gently, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips. "What am I going to do to you?"

With a deft movement, I slipped my fingers beneath the fabric of her pants, brushing against her clitoral area with deliberate intent. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her body reacting to my touch with a tremor of pleasure.

"Oh, baby," I whispered with reverence, feeling the evidence of her arousal as she grew increasingly wet beneath my touch. "See how nice this is?"

With a slow, deliberate motion, I pushed my index and middle fingers inside her, relishing the way her body responded to my touch.

Her trembles only fueled my desire as I began to move my fingers in and out of her, each thrust eliciting a sweet, melodic moan from her lips.

"Ready for me so soon," I murmured, my voice thick with desire as I continued to explore her depths. With each movement, she met me eagerly, her pelvis lifting to meet my fingers in a silent plea for more.

"You are a greedy girl," I teased, my voice low and sultry as I circled her clitoral area with my thumb, teasing and tormenting her with every stroke.

And as the rhythm of our passion intensified, I lost myself in the symphony of her moans.

As Lisa cried out, her body writhing beneath me in ecstasy, I felt a surge of desire coursing through my veins.

With a longing to witness her expression, I reached up with my free hand, gently brushing aside strands of hair to reveal her eyes blinking in the soft light.

"I want to touch you," she confessed, her voice husky with need.

"I know," I whispered against her lips, my desire mirroring hers as I kissed her passionately.

Even as our lips met in a fervent embrace, I maintained the relentless rhythm with my fingers and thumb, each movement driving her closer to the edge of pleasure.

She tasted of wine and need and me, a heady combination that fueled the fire burning between us. As she responded with a hunger I had not witnessed before, I cradled the top of her head, holding her firmly in place as I continued to pleasure her.

As her legs stiffened with the approaching climax, I deliberately slowed the pace of my hand, denying her release. "Oh, no, baby. You're not coming yet," I murmured, a hint of teasing in my voice.

I repeated this cycle three more times, each time bringing her to the brink of ecstasy before withholding her pleasure once again.

As I stilled my fingers inside her for the fifth time, I hummed softly in her ear, relishing in the exquisite torture of her anticipation.

"This is your punishment, so close and yet so far. Is this nice?" I questioned, my voice low and seductive.

"Please," she whimpered, her plea driving me wild with desire.

God, how I loved to hear her beg.

"How shall I fuck you, doll?" I whispered, my fingers resuming their tender ministrations as her legs began to quiver once more, the anticipation of release hanging heavy in the air.

"Please," she breathed once more, her voice barely a whisper, yet the urgency behind it was palpable.

"What do you want, Lisa?" I inquired, my voice low and husky with desire.

"You... now," she pleaded, her desperation evident in every word.

"Shall I fuck you here on the couch, or perhaps on the bed, or maybe even on the balcony? The choices are endless," I murmured, teasing her with the possibilities.

But her response was unwavering. "Take me to your bed, Taehyung. I want to be in your bed," she asserted, her boldness both surprising and enticing.

A thrill ran through me at her newfound confidence, a sense of anticipation building within me. Without hesitation, I retrieved her bra, tucking it into my pocket as her eyes widened in surprise.

With a swift motion, she dressed herself, her movements quick and determined.

Her boldness only fueled my desire, knowing that tonight would be a night to remember.

As we swiftly reached my bedroom, I ensured the door was securely locked, sealing us in our private sanctuary.

Our lips met in a fervent kiss, a mutual hunger driving us closer together. With practiced ease, I deftly removed her dress, eager to revel in her naked beauty once more.

But amidst the passion, a sudden recollection stirred within me—a gift I had intended to give to Lisa.

"Close your eyes, doll, and turn around. Don't question me, understand?" I instructed firmly, my voice leaving no room for doubt.

She nodded obediently as I retrieved the necklace box from my coat pocket, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air.

With a delicate touch, I opened the box, revealing the shimmering necklace nestled within. As I fastened it around her neck, my lips brushed against her skin, leaving a trail of kisses along her neck.

"Don't open your eyes until I tell you, Lisa. Follow me," I commanded, my tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Leading her to the mirror, I positioned her before it, ensuring she remained obediently still. And as she stood there, her eyes closed in anticipation, I marveled at the sight before me—the reflection of her beauty, adorned with the necklace I had chosen for her.

In that moment, amidst the palpable tension and the silent exchange of desires, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

"Open your eyes, Lisa," I instructed, my voice steady with anticipation.

As her eyes fluttered open, I stood beside her, resplendent in my suit, exuding dominance. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, tears glistening in her eyes as she beheld the sight before her.

Without hesitation, she embraced me, her naked form pressed against my tailored attire.

"It's beautiful. What was the need for this, Taehyung?" She murmured, her voice choked with emotion.

"It was needed, Lisa. You deserve it, and it's special to gift you," I replied, my words carrying a weight of sincerity.

"It's expensive, Taehyung. It's diamond," she observed, her fingers tracing the delicate jewels adorning her neck.

I nodded in acknowledgment, meeting her gaze with unwavering conviction. "Nothing is more important than you, Lisa. And it's nothing for me," I assured her, masking the true depth of my feelings behind a veil of reassurance.

But even as I spoke those words, I knew the truth lay buried deep within me. It wasn't love that fueled my actions; it was lust for her innocence and a dark desire that consumed me from within.

Yet, in that moment, as she clung to me with gratitude and affection.

"I want you now, Lisa," I declared, my voice filled with raw desire. "I want to fuck you, in front of the mirror, on the bed. You look stunning with just that necklace adorning your naked body, your hair cascading around your shy face. I want to make you mine, Lisa."

Her response was a soft plea, tinged with anticipation. "Then do love me, Taehyung, but let me take it off," she requested, her eyes pleading with me.

"Let it be," I insisted, a hint of command in my tone.

"Please," she implored once more, her voice barely a whisper.

I relented, nodding in agreement as she carefully removed the necklace, placing it back in its box on the vanity.

"Now I am ready, and thank you," she murmured, her gaze meeting mine with gratitude.

With a silent acknowledgment, I began to strip off my clothing, the urgency of our desire propelling us forward.

Withdrawing a condom from my coat pocket, I ripped open the packet with a sense of lust for Lisa.

As I rolled it onto my manhood, her eyes widened in anticipation, the realization of what was to come dawning upon her.

At that moment, as we stood on the precipice of passion, I knew that nothing could quell the fire burning between us.

With an urgency born of desire, I pulled her towards me, my fingers entwined in her hair as I devoured her mouth with my tongue.

My hands roamed her body, firm and insistent, as she pressed against me, her warmth seeping into my skin.

I wasted no time in guiding her back onto the bed, parting her legs with a deliberate motion.

My cock, already hard with anticipation, pressed against her through my slacks as I kissed her with fervor, savoring the feel of her beneath me.

With a determined thrust, I entered her, feeling her wetness enveloping me as I began to fuck her with a steady rhythm.

Her moans of pleasure filled the air, and her words slurred with intoxication as she surrendered herself to me.

"My doll, are you feeling sleepy?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

She nodded her response a testament to the intensity of our encounter. "It's new, but I like it. Just love me, Taehyung, like the way you want," she whispered her words as a plea for validation.

And as I continued to move inside her, a pang of guilt washed over me. I knew I was using her for my pleasure, devoid of any genuine affection.

Yet, at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to regret it. The raw passion between us eclipsed any sense of remorse, and as I lost myself in the ecstasy of the moment, I knew that for now, this was enough.

I continued, my cock driving in and out of her with primal urgency, my grip firm as I held her wrists down. I peppered kisses along her jaw and neck, reveling in the taste of her skin.

With a shift of her hips, she invited me deeper, and I obliged, thrusting with renewed vigor. My hand found purchase on her thigh, gripping her ass firmly as I sought to possess her completely.

She writhed beneath me, her body responding eagerly to my touch as if she were in heat. Lost in the moment, I groaned with abandon, each thrust driving us closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As she wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me close, a sense of contentment washed over me. My breathing slowed, my pulse calming as we found a rhythm that felt almost primal in its intensity.

With her ass arching deeper into me, I pounded against her with relentless force. Pushing my finger into her mouth, I reveled in the sensation of her sucking eagerly, her body yielding to my every command.

Regardless of anything else, my focus remained solely on the sensation of my cock buried deep inside her and the way her body responded to my touch. At that moment, she was mine to use as I pleased, and nothing else mattered.

"Oh, that's nice," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. "That's my good girl. Take it, baby. I'm going to have you my way, so you may as well enjoy it."

She sucked my fingers deeper, her movements eager and desperate.

"Good girl, that's it. My pretty girl," I overpraised my words a passionate encouragement as I thrust my cock deeper into her.

Her ass arched against me, inviting me to take her harder, deeper.

"Oh yeah, you take my cock so deep, baby. Your pussy is so tight; it feels so good to fuck," I groaned, my pleasure building with each thrust.

Withdrawing my fingers from her mouth, I met her gaze with a sense of intensity.

"I want to be your good girl. I'm a good girl," she declared, her words a plea for validation.

"Yes," I affirmed, my voice a low growl of approval.

"But I like it. I like it when you love me," she confessed, her admission igniting a primal desire within me.

"Like this?" I demanded, increasing the force of my thrusts, our bodies colliding with a satisfying slap.

I pull myself up and slowly out of her, but she arches deeper when she feels me retreating and my head spins. I thrust back in her hard and groan.

Close to coming again.

"I'm trying to pull out," I growled into her ear, my voice thick with desire. "But every time I back off, you arch your back, your ass in the air, and it's so damn sexy." I nipped at her shoulder before withdrawing fast and lifting myself to my knees.

"Turn," I commanded, pushing on her hips. She complied, shifting onto her back, and I slid easily between her legs, plunging inside her with a smooth, tight, and forceful motion.

"Oh god, you feel fantastic," I moaned as I filled her.

She groaned in response to my penetration, her body reacting eagerly to my touch.

"Good girl, you're taking my cock so well," I praised, my words fueling our passion.

"I'm your good girl," she affirmed, her voice laced with desire.

"Yes, baby, that's right," I encouraged, relishing in her submission.

"Your good little doll," I added, my thrusts growing harder and faster with each passing moment.

"Yes," she gasped, her arousal evident in every movement, every sound that escaped her lips.

Pounding into her with increasing intensity, I felt myself getting closer, the heat of passion consuming us both as we surrendered to the primal urge driving us onward.

"You're my slutty little doll to fuck how I like. I'll fuck you deep if that's what I want," I whispered huskily, my voice heavy with desire. "That's it, baby, take my cock hard, take it deep, just how I like it. That's right, oh."

And then, suddenly, I was coming again, my balls tightening as another load of thick, hot cum erupted from my cock, spurting over and over deep inside her.

Despite the condom, I could feel the intensity of the release, the pleasure washing over me as I yelled into the pillow beside her head.

"I love you, Taehyung," she said softly, her words a gentle reassurance as I quieted, resting my head on her breasts.

As I pulled off the condom and secured it, tossing it into the wastebin, a sense of contentment washed over me, mingled with a hint of guilt.

At that moment, as we lay together, spent and satisfied, but as I held her in my arms, the warmth of her body pressed against mine, I chose to push aside those doubts and revel in the intimacy we had created, if only for a fleeting moment.

As she nestled closer to me, her warmth enveloping my body, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt weighing heavily on my conscience.

Her phrases uttered with such innocence and sincerity, stirred something within me—a sense of unease and regret.

"Now sleep, doll. I've worn you out," I murmured, my voice tinged with a hint of remorse. She nodded in agreement, her embrace a silent reassurance amidst the darkness of the room.

As I covered us both with the blanket, the nightlight casting a soft glow around us, I couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort gnawing at me.

The cool breeze from the air conditioner did little to alleviate the warmth radiating from our intertwined bodies.

She reached for my hand, placing it against her chest, her heartbeat steady beneath my touch. "I am only your doll, Taehyung, and I trust you. This heart beats only for you, just as yours beats for me," she whispered, her words a poignant reminder of the love she harbored for me.

Her innocence, and her unwavering devotion, made me feel restless, the weight of my desires paling in comparison to the depth of her affection.

At that moment, I couldn't help but loathe myself for playing with her emotions and for taking advantage of her trust.

As sleep eluded me, my mind tormented by conflicting emotions, I vowed to tread more carefully to protect her fragile heart from the callousness of my actions.

Yet, even as I made this promise to myself, I knew that the allure of her innocence would continue to tempt me, testing the limits of my resolve.

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The next day, I woke with a start, a pervading sense of guilt weighing heavily upon me as if I had committed a terrible sin. Was it because I had fucked Lisa Manoban? Had I defiled her innocence?

She lay beside me, fast asleep, her peaceful slumber a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within me. Glancing at the clock, I noted the late hour: after 5 in the morning.

Lisa slept soundly, unaware of the turmoil plaguing my mind.

But she was no longer innocent, not after our night together. My body stirred as I watched her, the memories of our passionate encounter flooding my senses.

I could wake her and fuck her again. There were undeniable advantages to having her in my bed. But I knew I needed to stop this madness.

Fucking her had been nothing more than a temporary distraction, a means to satisfy my desires.

Or so I tried to convince myself.

In truth, it had been more than just sex. It had been incredible, unforgettable. But I couldn't afford to dwell on those thoughts.

Closing my eyes, I attempted to banish the memories that threatened to consume me.

But the room was filled with reminders of Lisa: her scent, the sound of her soft breathing, and the lingering echoes of our passion.

Visions of her head thrown back in passion, of her cries echoing my name, and of her unrestrained enthusiasm for our sexual encounters flooded my mind.

Lisa was a carnal creature, and my cock responded eagerly to the memories.

Shit.

I couldn't sleep, not with little Miss Manoban beside me, or else I'd lose control; she is like a magnet. Climbing out of bed, I made my way to the closet. I grabbed a pair of PJ pants, preparing to start my day.

In the bathroom, I took a shower and brushed my teeth, the water, and minty freshness doing little to ease my restless mind.

Drying off, I slipped into my pajama pants and cast a lingering glance at the enticing woman still nestled in my bed before venturing into the kitchen.

Thirsty, I poured myself a glass of water, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat. Unable to ignore the restlessness gnawing at me, I headed to my study, where my laptop awaited.

Opening it, I checked my email, hoping to distract myself from the thoughts that plagued my mind in the early hours of the morning.

I retreated to my gym room, seeking solace in the familiar routine of my workouts. Here, amidst the clinking of weights and the rhythmic thud of my feet against the treadmill, I could lose myself for hours.

This was my sanctuary, a place where I could forget about everything else. Right now, I didn't want to dwell on the fact that I had propositioned a pure, innocent woman or that I had taken her to bed, revealing my lifestyle to someone with no experience.

As I pushed my body to its limits, focusing solely on physical exertion, I found temporary relief from the turmoil of my thoughts.

With each rep and each stride, I felt the weight of my actions lift, if only for a moment. In this space, I could escape the consequences of my desires and simply exist in the present moment, sweat dripping from my brow, muscles burning with exertion.

As I immersed myself in my workout, my mind couldn't help but drift back to Lisa, lying innocently in my bed.

The memory of her eager response, her willingness to submit to my desires, stirred a complex mix of emotions within me.

There was desire, of course, fueled by the raw passion we had shared. But alongside it simmered a deep-seated rage, directed not at Lisa but at myself.

How could I have taken advantage of her innocence and her trust for my selfish pleasures?

With each repetition, each drop of sweat that fell to the floor, the anger within me intensified. Anger at myself for succumbing to my baser instincts and for betraying the trust she had placed in me.

Anger at the world for forcing me into this role of dominance and for denying me the opportunity to experience genuine intimacy without the shadow of my desires looming over every interaction.

But amidst the rage, there was also a sense of guilt, a nagging voice in the back of my mind reminding me of the consequences of my actions.

What had I done to Lisa? Had I irreparably damaged her innocence, tainted her view of love and relationships forever?

As I pushed myself harder, the weight of my guilt threatened to overwhelm me. But I couldn't stop. I needed the physical exertion to distract myself from the turmoil within and to numb the pain of my own self-loathing.

And so, I continued to lift, to run, to push my body beyond its limits, desperate to escape the tangled web of emotions that threatened to consume me.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had crossed a line from which there was no turning back.