Heart or Body? Making a Slave (3)
She looked at me with her face flushed a deep, feverish red. Her pussy, still brimming with my cum, gave a little shudder.
"I think he's here... This is bad."
"Hah... hah..."
I let out a ragged breath and pulled my cock free of her. It slid out slick and glistening, coated in my semen and her juices.
"What do we do..."
She stared at my still-throbbing cock with a look of helpless dismay.
"Hah... Just pick up. Tell him you came up because you had something to give me."
She thought it over for a moment, then hit the call button.
"Hello..."
"I'm home. Where'd you go?"
Seongdae's Father's voice boomed through the speaker, big and loud enough to fill the room.
"Ah... you're already back? I just came up to Dongho's place to drop something off."
"What? Dongho?"
A sudden silence settled over the line. In the hush of the room, the only sound was the two of us holding our breath, still panting from the sex we had just finished.
"Yes. Dongho... I came up to bring him some side dishes."
"Is that true?"
"I... what do you mean, is that true? You must be exhausted. I'll be right down. Go wash up first."
Her tone was the kind you used to soothe a child.
"Hmph... fine. Just get down here."
Seongdae's Father didn't sound like he bought it. A moment later, he hung up.
"Whew..."
The woman I loved set the phone down, the tension draining out of her all at once. Her pale face was still flushed, and there was something strangely alluring about the look of her.
"What did he say?"
"I think I need to go down."
She cupped my face in both hands and kissed me. Her soft lips were full of a lingering, feverish heat.
Then she reached for the tissues beside her and began wiping herself clean. My cum spilled from her pink flesh and ran down the inside of her thigh. There was something obscenely intimate about the way she swiped the tissue over herself, quick and practiced.
"Here. Your clothes."
"Thank you..."
I handed her the clothes she had arrived in, and she pulled them on in a hurry. Her panties slid up over a pussy that still carried the thick, musky scent of my cum, and the fabric darkened as it soaked through from the inside. She hooked her bra over nipples that were still standing stiff, then wrapped herself in that loose, shapeless skirt.
She smoothed her hair, and just like that she was a demure, proper lady again.
"Sorry... I'll go first. Make sure you eat something."
Even on her way out the door, she was still looking after me. Like a lover. Sometimes like a mother. I couldn't help but be moved by it.
"Yeah. Ah — and the promise. Don't forget."
I called the reminder after her as she opened the door and started down. Sending what was mine back downstairs didn't sit well with me at all.
"Can you talk for a second?"
A woman's trembling voice came through the phone, pitched low so that no one else would hear. It was Mi-kyeong.
"Yeah. Go ahead."
"I finished what you asked me to do today. So keep your promise."
She was collecting on the job — the successful seduction of Seongdae's Father.
"What promise?"
"What...? What do you mean, what promise. I did exactly what you told me. Don't contact me anymore."
"Pfft... Who said the job was done?"
"Excuse me?"
She wanted to cut ties. She was a wreck over the idea that her family might find out she'd been cheating.
I could still picture her — moaning and squirming while she offered her pussy up to Seongdae and Seongdae's Father both. She would roll that plump ass in time with another man's cock, so why was she so desperate to protect her family now?
She sure as hell seemed to love it when the old man's cock was in her... That was acting?
Her words and her body had never quite lined up, and I couldn't make sense of it. Not that it mattered. I had no intention of letting her go. She still had value.
"It's not over. This is just the beginning."
"Just the beginning? There's more I have to do?"
Her voice dropped, secretive, like a spy taking a new set of orders.
"Of course. You've only succeeded with one of them."
"What...? There's someone else? That wasn't the deal!"
She was starting to panic. I heard her swallow hard through the receiver.
"I never made a deal. And get this straight — this isn't a request."
I closed my fist around her weakness all over again. I felt a little sorry for her, but there was no point letting a good hold go to waste.
"Want me to dial your husband's number right now? Or should I post it on the school bulletin board?"
That landed exactly where I wanted it to.
"Ah... okay. Please don't. What do I have to do?"
"Listen carefully. This time it's really the last."
I walked her through what she needed to do next, taking my time. She listened in silence the whole way through. When I finished the briefing, she asked in a worried voice,
"Can I actually pull this off?"
"You can do it. Just do it the way you did with him."
"What?"
"Was that really acting? Because you seemed to genuinely enjoy it..."
"W-what are you talking about? I just... I only did it because you told me to."
Her voice was shaking. For a moment I could see her again — that dripping, practiced seduction she'd put on for Seongdae's Father.
"Pfft... Fine. Anyway, start today. We're short on time."
"This is really the last time. I can't do any more after this."
What? And what exactly are you going to do if you can't?
That last line got under my skin. I could have sent the recording of her and Seongdae's Father to her family right then and there.
"Just... do it well, and we'll talk again."
I bit down hard on my lip and hung up.
I could still see Mi-kyeong shoving that thick, meaty lower body onto my cock. She had moaned harder for Seongdae's dick than she ever had for mine. Something like defeat had sat in my chest then.
I'm the one going easy on you...
The anger flared up hot, but this wasn't the time to throw her away.
The face of the woman I loved rose in my mind — the way she had kissed me just a little while ago. All that careful, tender consideration of hers only made me meaner. I would do whatever it took to protect what I had with her.
The phone I had just set down started buzzing in my hand.
What? Mi-kyeong again?
I checked the clock. It was already nearly midnight.
"Huh?"
It was the woman I loved. I was still wondering what she could possibly want at this hour when the promise came back to me.
No way...?
"Hello...?"
"....."
I answered carefully, but nothing came through the speaker.
What? Did she butt-dial me?
I switched it to speakerphone and waited.
A muffled jumble of voices drifted in from somewhere far away. At first I couldn't make out a word. Then the voices grew closer.
"...Our old lady's looking pretty sexy today, huh?"
A familiar man's voice on the line. Seongdae's Father. Behind it came a soft, rustling friction.
Slither.... thud.
The sound of something being peeled off, then hitting the floor. I knew instinctively what it meant.
"Hngh... don't..."
And then her voice — the woman I loved. It was already a little flushed.
"Quit playing hard to get. Want me to suck you down there?"
"Ahnn..."
Seongdae's Father's voice came through low and filthy, the way a man talks when he's whispering right against a woman's ear.
The thing I had been dreading was happening.
I had told her that so many times. The only person who was allowed to have sex with the woman I loved was me.
Fuck...
Hearing her husband's voice as he went after her body sent a wave of pure, ugly rage through me.
"Ahh... seriously... don't..."
Her voice came through the phone, small and pleading.
"Slurp.... lick...."
Then came the wet sound of something being licked. A filthy picture assembled itself in my head before I could stop it.
"Hngh... don't, honey..."
Her moan came through raw and unfiltered, thick with a coquettish heat she couldn't quite swallow.
This is so fucked...
"Lick.... slurp.... lick...."
"Hah.... hngh.... not tonight..."
I could see her face — flushed crimson, red lips bitten down as she tried to hold the sounds in.
"Hold still, will you? What's with you today...!"
Seongdae's Father's voice turned sharp and impatient.
"Hhp.... hah.... hngh...!"
Her hot breath seemed to travel down the line and arrive right here in the room with me.
This goddamn...
A rage I didn't have a name for came boiling up through my chest. I could not sit here and listen to the woman I loved getting eaten alive.
"Hngh.... hah...!"
She was barely holding the moans back.
"Lick... lick... slurp... hhp...!"
The sounds from her end grew sharper, more desperate — and before I knew what I was doing, I stabbed the end-call button. I couldn't listen to her moaning. Betrayal? Rage? Some strange feeling I didn't even have a name for came flooding in.
I can't... I can't just leave it like this.
The moment the call died, a thick silence dropped over the room. I walked to the front door without even changing, still in the clothes I had on.
"Fuck. This is so fucked."
The lock turned under my hand. Sweat had already started to soak into my clenched fist.