Submission (4)
He yanks my leash, pulling me—pinned against the wall—into his arms.
“…”
That deep gaze. The sharp rasp of his breathing. I feel them both.
“Mmm…”
A sound slips from me that I can’t even name.
Lightly, our lips meet.
“Chuu…, ha. …Heup…”
Then heavier. His tongue slides in, carrying a crisp, oddly refreshing scent that doesn’t belong here, and I tangle with it.
“Pha…. Hu. Haa…”
“People are walking by.”
“Eut…”
I try to press closer, but the sound of footsteps drifts from the dark alley beside us.
“Are you scared?”
“…”
“Scared someone might see us like this?”
“…Yes.”
Once the shadow fades, I let a small whine escape as he dangles the leash and gives it a playful tug.
“Then follow me. I’ll loosen it for a bit.”
I trail after Kang Juhyuk’s back. He actually listened to my complaint—unusual for him. I walk slowly.
There’s no leash on me now, yet it still feels like something has me by the throat.
“Should we stop at the convenience store? I’m a little hungry.”
Under a streetlight far brighter than the alley, my nipples stand out sharply instead of any underwear line. His hand rests on my waist only as an excuse to grab my ass hard.
“…Yes.”
I cling to him like a second skin, body leaning into his, and we walk step by step down the bright night street.
…One day I’ll walk around wearing this leash for real. If he wants it.
“Welcome…”
The familiar part-timer greets us again with a face that says he’d rather not. His brow wrinkles, the same annoyed twist as always.
“Ring us up.”
“…Yes.”
…Just like always. While stealing glances at my body, the man scans the items Kang Juhyuk set on the counter. Envy twists his features.
“Bag…”
“No need.”
The clerk looks at him like he’s about to use them right here, then shoots me a glare soaked in inferiority.
…Ha. So this is what it feels like. Being treated like a used rag. I’m not some cheap slut, but from now on—except for Kang Juhyuk—there won’t be anyone else.
“Do you need this?”
“Why?”
“…You’re not even going to use it anyway.”
“…”
I don’t bother looking at those sly, irritating eyes. Instead I turn to him and point at the condoms.
…You’re just messing with me, so I’ll play along.
“Still, buy some. Never know when you’ll need them.”
“…Fine.”
I pretend to sulk, but there’s no real anger in it. I lean in closer and slip the paid items into his pocket myself, never once lifting my gaze from the floor.
…Hiding my burning ears and flushed cheeks any way I can.
Once we leave the store I bury myself in his chest again.
“Why are you so embarrassed? How old are you?”
“…I don’t know.”
He strokes me as I whine like a child. His hand moves slowly through the long hair I once grew for no reason at all… and then down to my equally useless ass. Pat, pat.
“Is it because you don’t have this?”
“…”
I don’t look at the dangling ring of the leash. Quietly, I ease back just enough to tilt my face up toward him.
“It definitely… suits you better when you’re wearing it.”
I say nothing to the man staring down at me.
“…”
In the dark street with the bright convenience store behind us, he lifts the edge of my cardigan. I stay silent.
“Do you know why I bought this?”
“…”
“Doing it right on the street would be a nuisance. …Right?”
He pulls out the condom I’d slipped into his pocket and tears the wrapper open. I nod.
At this point, no matter what he does to me, I have nothing left to say.
“Follow me. …Too bright here.”
With his arm around my shoulder, we walk side by side. The bright store falls behind us. His blunt fingertips slip under my clothes, searching.
“This spot’s good. No people.”
He drags me into a park so quiet it feels abandoned, grass grown wild from neglect. He yanks my cardigan off, spreads it over the rickety bench, and sits me down.
“It’s fine. …No one will see your face like this anyway.”
“…”
Then his huge frame blocks me from view. He tugs the strap off my shoulder, letting the breasts he loves so much taste the night air.
…I’m not even wearing a bra. Ready to be devoured at any second.
“You know the usual routine.”
He pulls my leash and presses my head down. Under the night sky he lazily drinks in the sight of my swaying breasts until I reach for his zipper myself.
“…”
Until I peel his bulging underwear down.
“Put it on. It’ll taste bad, so don’t use your mouth.”
He takes a thin rubber from the box, tears the package, and hands me the slippery condom.
…With hands that still feel a little clumsy, I carefully roll it down his burning cock. I can’t even remember the last time I did this.
“…Is it okay?”
When I wrap my breasts around him, it feels stiff—like rubbing a finger along a wet forearm. The tight, clinging rubber presses uncomfortably against my skin.
“…”
Without a word he opens his mouth slightly and points to his tongue, as if it should be obvious.
“…Bleh…”
Naturally, I obey. I gather saliva and let it drip, drip onto him. Even when the valley between my breasts fills with the nasty mix of mint and rubber, I ignore it.
…Exactly as he wants.
“Now?”
“…”
I stroke the now-slick cock and look up at him. The only light is faint moonlight, but I can tell—he’s smiling.
…That same expression, drenched in pleasure he always wears.
“Huu…”
I blow air through the thin latex. The more saliva stretches and drips, the more his cock twitches cutely in my cleavage. I follow the tug of the leash and serve him with everything I have—using the large, pretty breasts I once wanted to cut off as a child, the last scrap of pride I had left.
…Because there’s no one left to use them but you.
“It’d be trouble if someone shows up.”
“…Don’t say that, idiot.”
To the wicked Master who keeps reminding me of the cold night air I tried to forget, I squeeze his cock harder, almost punishingly.
“Aren’t you filming today?”
“I’d need the flash. …Or do you want me to do it like this?”
“…Please turn it off.”
The moment the words leave me, he floods my breasts with bright light. I apologize instantly.
“This won’t work.”
“…What?”
“Position’s uncomfortable. Stand up.”
Even after all that devoted service he’s still not satisfied. He yanks the leash hard and I stumble after him.
“Put on a new one.”
I peel off the spit-soaked condom that smells faintly of toothpaste and roll a fresh one—reeking of rubber—down his length.
“Lift it.”
“…”
Without taking my dress off, I struggle to hike the fabric up past my calves.
“…Haa…”
I straddle his lap on the crumpled cardigan, facing him.
“Guess I don’t need to loosen the leash.”
“…”
Slowly. My pussy has been soaked for a while. I press against him.
“Ung…, ha. Eup…”
I take the cock I haven’t felt in days, biting down on my own forearm so I don’t scream. Otherwise the quiet park would echo with my voice.
“Lower your head. Someone might walk by.”
“…Yes.”
Face buried in his collarbone, I flinch at every rustle of branches in the silence.
“Eut, ung…, haa. Gently… just a little…”
“Then move yourself.”
Unlike his usual roughness, he’s almost tender. His slow, relaxed rhythm still sends electricity through me.
“Huu, huu…. Ha. Eut…! Eup, u-eup…”
Even taking him shallowly is almost too much. I bite his shoulder to stay quiet.
“Hide your face better. …From the front they’d see everything anyway.”
“…Uung…!”
No matter how I hide, no matter how I shrink, my bare skin and the pussy greedily swallowing his cock are exposed under the moonlight.
“Eut, uk, uk, u-uk…. Ha. Haak. Haa…”
Slap. Slap.
As if he isn’t afraid, as if he has no shame—as if he’d show me off to anyone nearby—he smacks my ass while I cling to him.
“Does fucking outside turn you on?”
“…No, ah…, aang…!”
He pours filthy words into my ear and drives deep. My heart hammers so hard it hurts.
“Haak, haak…, hey, Kang Juhyuk…”
“It’s fine. No one’s here. No one’s watching. Even if they were, it wouldn’t matter. …Probably.”
He strokes my hair while I stay wrapped around him. Thrust after thrust. His skilled, unhurried hips devour me with that thick, hard cock inside the dark park where anyone might see.
“Ung, uung…, uk, eut…, uung…!”
I can’t even control my breathing. I can’t let my moans out freely.
“…Huu. Hu…uung…! Ung, eu…. He…ek…”
I can’t kiss him. I can’t hold him comfortably.
“Cold? Why are you shaking so much?”
“Ah, no. Not cold…”
“Then are you hot?”
“Yes…, yes. Hot…, burning…”
At some point he wraps the leash around his fist and presses my face into his chest. I drown in the feel of his cock.
“Can’t let you overheat. …Right?”
“Aht, haak…. Ha, eut…”
Finally he yanks my hair back hard. Staring straight at my stupid, moonlit face, he says,
“…Sorry. Someone’s coming. Right there.”
“Ah, eh…? Eh, ah, hey, Juhyuk, ah, aht… haang……♡”
With that sly smirk he tickles my completely exposed pussy with his fingers. Slap, slap. He smacks my trembling ass. The hand that released the leash now points behind my back. To someone I can’t see yet, loud enough for them to hear, he plays with me again.
“Haa, hey, no. Have you lost your mind… look, I, just a momen…♡”
My heart pounds violently until the very end. The latex-covered cock sticks so tightly to my walls there’s no sense of loss at all.
…The unpleasant pleasure from yesterday doesn’t even register anymore.
He turns my head. My brain. Into an idiot. Into a dumb dog that can only think of him.
I tremble against his breath instead of the night air.
…Because the condom is swollen full inside me, I suddenly feel a pang of regret that it isn’t his cum.