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The music was low, slow and sensual- I liked it particularly when I was working on distressing things, or reinforcing them. Today I was doing both.
I never heard the door open with how lost I was in the job
"Felix told me what happened."
Pins in my mouth, kneeling in front of the dress form- I froze as ice flooded my veins.
I turned, horror movie slow to look at Christopher Bang- leader of my assigned group.
He was stunning as always- clearly dressed for some sort of press event in his black turtleneck, and grey blazer. His eyes were smoked out beautifully, as was his standard makeup- ah the life of an idol- hair coiffed to perfection. The man was a treat for the eyes, even sweaty and straight from the gym he was stunning.
Usually all smiles and laughter, Channie had a standing invitation to my work room; and had on occasion used my space as a secret nap spot, or emergency studio to get something JUST right before getting it to the rest of his production team.
Right now, he was practically vibrating with carefully restrained rage.
Entering without announcing himself wasn't unusual- but, that he'd entered with a statement like that...
He knew that I knew exactly what he meant.
"Channie-" i started, stabbing my mouthful of pins into the pleather pants I was working on-- his, ironically.
"No, no-" his jaw worked, and he took a harsh breath, twisting his keys in his hands. "Just, let me apologize-- that never should have even been a possibility." He looked away sharply, his jaw flexing again. "You're staff- you should be.... safe from bullshit behavior like that."
"I- wh-"
"Please- just let me finish. I want you to know that we're willing to cooperate with whatever you want to do. That was inappropriate and unprofessional.... I can't even tell you how angry I am about it."
"Christopher. Look at me please. " I cut in, finally finding my tongue.
He was... very clearly distressed.
"Chris. Channie. Babe- please relax a little, you're making MY neck hurt."
He stole a look at me, and I hooked my thumb at the high worktable and raised my brows at him. He nodded stiffly, and met me at the table.
"You're way- way more upset on my behalf than you should be."
"Eh?" He was startled.
"Listen. I'm not the slightest bit even miffed about yesterday. I'll be honest that's the first solid dicking down I've gotten since I got here. I'm not mad- why are you?" I shrugged, watching him watch me.
He was clearly shaken.
"But-"
"Nope. It's all good. It was deffinately unexpected...." I paused and thought about it. "Well okay. If if been paying attention I might have guessed he was feeling some kind of way. But I'm certainly not angry."
"I think I've been in Korea too long."
"Listen all 3 of us are from western cultures. Friends with benefits is a thing Channie. It's all good. I promise. " I touched the back of his hand where it rested on the table. We were both casual touchers- just by nature. I was pretty sure it was part of his love-language.
"You're really not upset?" He asked, finally looking up at me, twisting his hand to gently hold mine.
"My hand to God. Better someone I know, like, and trust than some rando that might prove difficult to get rid of in the morning." I laughed.
"In the morning?" He laughed, starting to relax a little. "You the love em and leave sort, then?"
"Mmm- yes and no. If it's just scratching an itch- yes. Hi nice to meet you, that was fun, get out."
That got him giggling, shoulders relaxing- his body language coming forward and engaging.
"You sound like Seungmin."
"I knew I liked that kid- listen I'm at a point in my career where I'm not looking for 'forever' so don't even worry about hurt feelings or broken hearts."
"What about Felix?"
I scoffed, "I'm not THAT good a lay."
He snorted, hard, leaning back, a smile playing in the corners of his lips. "I dunno, he keeps cackling and saying 'adequate'- and the packages have already started coming in."
"What! Noooo!!"
He giggled. "It's true. I think he's a fan."
"Deny that man one compliment…."
"Im" He thought about it, lips twisting as his fingers played with mine. "Relieved. You've been so great to the whole team, I was scared we'd lose you cause Lix couldn't keep his dick in his pants."
I chuckled. "Take more than a surprise floor-fuck to get rid of me Babe."
"The floor! No!!" He jerked back "not the floor. Are you serious?"
"Mm, got the rugburn on my ass to prove it."
"No!" His gaze snapped down, lingering before whipping back up.
This was a whole new level of comfort. Like some sort of wall had come crashing down in the last few seconds.
He howled, covering his face as he fought to breathe- "rug burn?!"
Feeling bold I stood up and hiked my skirt up, and turned round showing off the small patch of abraded skin.
"Fuckin rugburn Chris. Honestly. Do you have any idea how cold the walk from the parking garage was? I don't know if I can work in this condition. I may just have to go home." I snorted, dropping the dark blue fabric and smoothing it into place.
He chuckled, and it was a singularly dark and masculine sound, the way he watched me as I turned around was also entirely male.
I'd never seen this from him before.
His elbow resting on the table- chin tipped up just a bit as he looked down at me swishing my skirt back and forth..
"Aww," he crooned, leaning forward. "Was Sunshine too rough on you?"
Something about this exchange was doing something for him-- and he didn't care that I knew.
"Au contraire," I smirked, "I can still walk."
I saw the moment he decided, his lashes drifted a little lower, and a knowing smile spread across his face.
"I thought you said it was a solid dicking down." He chided, hooking the barest tips of his fingers in my belt and pulling me between his knees.
"Oh it was. An excellent showing from our Sunshine- but if I'm being honest, I think Lixie and I are on opposite ends of the Scoville scale." I shrugged, like I wasn't still sore from the railing I'd taken yesterday.
His jaw flexed, and he licked his lips quickly. "I caught that. Nice reference." His eyes flicked down, and back up. Subtle as a Brick to the face, this one.
"Reference? I dunno what you mean channie." I smiled sweetly, batting my lashes at him.
I'd love to say I was shocked, or surprised when his hands slipped around my hips, and down my ass- but I wasn't. I'd had a theory about our best leader, for a very long time. Things were starting to add up undeniably.
"Can I help you with something?" I raised an eyebrow as his beautiful hands slipped under the hem of my skirt.
His hands were hot as they slid across my skin- fingertips finding the rug burn marks.
"Forgive me if this is too forward-" He bit his lip as he smiled, letting it slide through his teeth before releasing it, "but I think this is more a case of me- being able to help you.".
I started to ask what he could possibly mean, when the edge of his thumb very intentionally scraped across the superficial wound, and he grabbed the backs of my thighs- reflexively my hands snapped to his shoulders as I gasped. In the same motion he lifted me, setting me on the tall table, my skirt flaring to cover his hands working their way down from my hips to my thighs squeezing and scraping his nails lightly.
The air left my lungs and all I could do was stare at him.
"So. Was it JUST a little rug burn?" He asked, his voice dropping into his chest as his fingers swirled out little designs against my overheated skin.
What in the delulu was happening here.
"Just a couple of little bruises" my traitorous mouth pouted.
"Aww," he placated, his voice was gentle and deeply sympathetic. Abruptly his fingers were digging into my skin as he drug me to the very edge and pressed himself against me, "want me to make it better?"
Was that even a question, Christopher!
Now I pouted for real, looking up at him through my lashes- lip stuck out just a touch.
"Yes,"
God help me at the slow burn smile this man gave me.
"Yes, what?"
I knew this was a test- a way to figure if we were reading each other correctly. There were two answers to this question, I headed my bets.
"Yes, Sir."
He hummed, "goood- Now show me where it hurts."
My heart stuttered as he looked up at me, his eyes were liquid heat, and hungry.
"Here-" I tugged the deep v of my blouse to the side, showing him the pale purple crescent shaped bruise at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
He smiled, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip- he leaned forward sealing his mouth around it. His tongue sweeping over it a split second before his teeth sank into my skin.
I sucked in a breath and let it go In a slow and low groan- my legs snapped around his hips and god how I wanted nothing more than to fist my hands in that beautiful cashmere blazer, or his hair…. But I knew better. He was already styled and ready for schedules today, so I gripped the edge of my work table and held on for dear fucking life.
that bite was measured, the pressure constant- Oh someone had done this before. Riding that sweet line between sudden sharp pain, and deep ache. He released slowly, sucking gently to pull blood to the surface.
Oh my god.
I was doomed.
My chest was heaving, and my heart was racing with the effort to keep myself stationary- to not touch him. This was a new and fresh kind of torture.
He licked a thin line up the side of my neck and growled "where else,"
I couldn't speak- I was literally speechless, all I could do was whimper, my hands were LOCKED around the edge of the table. I was teetering on the edge of something entirely new here.
"Show me." He ordered, snarling with enough force that the safety pins dangling from my earrings jingled lightly.
Suddenly I could move- of their own volition my hands moved, sliding up my own thighs and pulling my skirt up with them.
I heard his breathing hitch- and I could see the pulse in his neck start pounding.
Felix had left exactly one other pale bruise on me- on the inside if my left thigh almost where it met my pelvis. I was trembling as his burning gaze followed my hands. I could feel the weight of it as surely as if he was touching me.
He pressed his forehead to mine, watching down the length of my body as I pulled my leg up to show him the whisper of a mark.
The sound he made was feral. A guttural moan that was more gravel and growl than anything else.
"Don't move." He ordered. His breathing picking up now. "Hold yourself open for me."
Again, all I could manage was a strangled sort of whimper as one of the hands I loved so much gently wrapped around my throat and leaned me back until my spine hit the table.
He leaned over me, lips parted- eyes blazing behind the artfully styled fringe of his hair. "Do. Not. Move." He ground out, squeezing the sides of the base of my throat just tight enough with each word.
I nodded, barely managing to remember to breathe. His hand trailed down my chest, then my stomach, he paused letting his fingers play over the violet lace exposed by my skirt- his thumb sliding over the juncture of my thighs light as a feather, before turning his attention to the half-hearted bruise.
There was no warning when he struck. One moment he was standing over me- the next his mouth covered the mark. His hands were like vices- I couldn't have moved away even if I wanted to- fingers savagely gripping my thighs, no mercy no consideration. Just absolute ownership.
He bit me, and it was raw- barely contained. There was no careful precision to this one, the pain lanced through me like lightening- sharp and delicious. My back arched entirely off the table for a second before my brain flickered back to life.
My hand that had been locked around my knees, pulling my legs up and open, faltered for only a second before I remembered- 'don't move' I whined, and strained, trembled and panted- but I didn't move.
His tongue worked over the abused mouthful of skin, and then suction and teeth, then tongue- over and over like he was trying to brand me with his mouth.
Maybe he was.
Did I care?
Nope.
My entire body was shaking before he was done- one final pass with the broad flat of his tongue, and the lightest kiss on what i was positive was going to be the blackest bruise I'd ever had.
He straightened slowly, laying his entire upper body against mine and hooking his arms under my shoulders. He pulled me close enough to him that I could feel the heat of his arousal through his slacks, but he didn't touch me. He ghosted his lips across mine, smiling that slow devious smile as I whimpered with need.
"Lift your hips.-" He said so, so gently.
I hooked my boot heels on the table top, and did as instructed.
He took his time- letting his hands drift down my sides, to hook his thumbs in the waistband of my panties and slide them down. As he hit my knees he stood again pushing my knees together then sliding them down my legs. The lace disappeared into his pocket.
I was laid open and bare as his hands slipped over my knees pushing them apart. His right slid up my thigh, again ghosting his thumb over the very center of me enough to make me ache and twitch involuntarily.
"Beautiful." He murmured, circling my clit once, twice, thrice- then slipping his thumb into his mouth, making a show of licking it clean. He checked his watch, and smirked for all the world like the devil himself.
"Unfortunately-" he started, not sounding contrite at all. "I have to go, right now-" He reached for me; graceful fingers wrapping so gently around my throat to pull me upright. "But I'll be back later." He promised, he kissed me with no warning- dominating my mouth with his until my every sense was taken over by him. I was whimpering again my hands clinging to his wrist.
"You will wait for me-" He growled, squeezing ever so slightly. "You are not to touch yourself while I'm gone. Do you understand me?"
My lust saturated brain could barely process this.
He was leaving? Like this? Now?
"No-" I protested weakly.
"You can do it," He crooned to me, sliding his lips over mine, "I know you can." Another kiss. "And I promise- it'll be worth it."
I don't know what was on my face, but it delighted him. He smiled so beautifully. Cupping my face and dropping kisses all over my cheeks and lips.
"I know it'll be hard, but I promise you can do it- will you do this for me?"
I shuddered, and managed a nod- i was rewarded with another of those million watt smiles. "Mmmmmmmm, excellent. I. Will be back."
One last lingering kiss and he was striding for the door- and gone.
I was left shaking, slicked with sweat, and the wettest I'd ever been- sitting on my table top. It took me forever to recover. Gritting my teeth over the full body ACHE with desire.
Where the FUCK had he learned to play the game like this?