The Mark of Ownership
The next morning, Park Mina visited the Management Office before work, just as she had promised. The moment she opened the door, Lee Han approached and pulled her into a tight embrace. Her face flushed a deep crimson at his tender display, which included a soft, lingering kiss.
"Mina, I have a gift for you today."
At Lee Han's words, Park Mina’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"A gift? What is it?"
"Here, open this."
Lee Han handed her a small box. When Park Mina opened it, she found a black choker inside. The silk-like texture looked incredibly luxurious.
"Oh... this is..."
Lee Han grinned at her slightly surprised expression and said, "Look at the inside of the collar. I had it specially made."
Inside the choker, small initials were engraved. Upon closer inspection, she saw they were 'LH'.
"Those are my initials. It means you belong to me, Mina."
Park Mina’s heart hammered at Lee Han's words. At the same time, her eyes wavered in confusion.
"Why? Do you not like it?"
"Oh, no! It’s not that..."
Meeting his gaze, refusal seemed utterly impossible. Park Mina hurriedly shook her head.
"I really love it. Thank you, Manager."
Lee Han wore a satisfied smile as he fastened the choker around Park Mina’s neck himself. Feeling the slight constriction, she smiled awkwardly and toyed with the accessory.
"Mina, there is one more thing."
"Huh? Another one?"
The box he handed her next was slightly larger. With a sense of trepidation, Park Mina lifted the lid, and she was struck with shock at the sight of the contents. Neatly coiled inside were straps made of soft leather.
"W-what is this...?"
To Park Mina, who asked with a stutter, Lee Han held up the straps and said, "I want to bind you with these. Right now."
"R-right now? But I have to go to work soon..."
Park Mina’s eyes wavered with anxiety as she hesitated. She couldn't be late for the office. However, the moment she voiced her refusal, Lee Han’s expression hardened coldly.
Without a word, he slammed the box shut and pulled it toward himself. Park Mina trembled involuntarily at the chilling atmosphere.
'If I say I don't want to... he might abandon me...'
Seized by terror, Park Mina instinctively grabbed the hem of Lee Han’s clothes. Perhaps sensing her pleading gaze, he looked down at her.
"...I understand. I'll do it..."
Park Mina whispered softly, her head bowed low. At those words, Lee Han beamed and stroked her hair.
"As expected, you’re a good girl, Mina. This is all for your own sake."
Forcing down her turbulent heart, Park Mina began to undress. Lee Han personally wrapped the ropes around her naked body.
The straps binding her chest, crotch, and thighs... Lee Han marveled at the sight, as if admiring a work of art.
Park Mina, who had been twisting her body in shame, let out a moan as the texture of the leather dug into her sensitive areas. Lee Han nodded, looking satisfied.
"Now, put your clothes on like this. No one at the office will know."
"Put my clothes on...? Then what about my underwear..."
To Park Mina, who asked in a trembling voice, Lee Han handed her small patches. It meant she was to apply them to her nipples.
She was terrified of going to work in such a state, but upon meeting his cold, piercing gaze, Park Mina had no choice but to give in.
'...It’s already too late. I can’t refuse him...'
Swallowing her tears in despair, Park Mina put on her clothes. Her body bound by ropes, her nakedness devoid of even underwear... Even though he said no one would know, the fear did not fade.
Facing Lee Han, Park Mina nodded weakly. Then, hoping this was all just a nightmare, she trudged out of the Management Office.
Upon arriving at the office, Park Mina was overcome with anxiety the moment she sat at her desk. Her body bound by straps, her nakedness hidden beneath her clothes... she was on edge, terrified that someone might notice.
Every time her colleagues passed by, it felt as though all eyes were fixed upon her. Park Mina hunched over, keeping her gaze glued to her screen.
'Is it really okay for me to be like this...'
Whenever the doubt arose, Lee Han’s cold gaze would surface in her mind, and Park Mina would shake her head. Disobeying him was something she couldn't even imagine.
"Mina, let's go get some lunch!"
At her colleague’s sudden words, Park Mina jumped and stood up. At that moment, the sensation of the leather digging into her flesh made her hiccup involuntarily.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?"
"Ah... yes, I suddenly feel a bit sick. You go ahead. I think I need to rest."
After managing to send her colleague away, Park Mina ran to the restroom and gasped for air. She felt she couldn't focus on work like this. Barely holding on, she finished her shift and hurried home.
Walking down the street, Park Mina felt infinitely miserable. The feeling that the gazes of passersby were scanning her body gave her goosebumps all over.
'Are they all looking at me like this...'
Just the thought made her feel suffocated. The fact that she was hiding a body bound by ropes stimulated a hidden sense of shame. With every step she took, the sensation of the straps digging into her skin doubled her humiliation.
Her skin stung as if it were being torn apart. No matter how desperate she felt, she had to endure the disgrace of being stripped bare, denied even the comfort of underwear.
'Am I doing something wrong... Is this really love...'
Her mind was in chaos. Even while sensing that all of this was wrong, Park Mina had no choice but to obey Lee Han’s commands.
It was because of the fear that she might be abandoned if she refused. The desire to be loved was making her sick.
Tears welled up, but she couldn't even let them fall. Swallowing her sobs, Park Mina trudged along. She gasped as the leather dug between her legs.
She was trapped in a whirlpool of sensations, unable to tell if it was painful or sweet, and she couldn't regain her senses.
'Am I doing something wrong?'
However, even in her despair, her heart raced at the thought of Lee Han. Park Mina was already addicted, enough to be made happy by a few words of his praise.
Her reason screamed at her to reject him, but her desire craved only to submit to him. Park Mina was trapped in a dilemma with no choice.
She didn't know where to go or what to do. Only one thing was certain. For her, who had become his slave, there was no more freedom...
Barely reaching Lee Han’s office, Park Mina collapsed to the floor the moment she opened the door. And she could not stop the tears that burst forth.
Is this right? Am I doing this well?
Her mind was a mess, but the moment she was held in Lee Han’s arms, all those questions melted away like snow. She was thirsty for his praise. She felt she could do anything just to be acknowledged by him.
Park Mina looked up at Lee Han with a tear-stained face... She was no different from a pet already tamed by him.
Lee Han slowly undressed Park Mina. Then, he began to loosen the straps that bound her flesh one by one. Her skin throbbed where it had been chafed by the ropes.
"Ugh..."
"Shh... just bear with it a little longer."
Soothing the teary-eyed Park Mina, Lee Han carefully untied the knots. Each time he did, she trembled from the stinging pain. At the same time, the intense memories of the day unfolded like a panorama.
She felt infinitely miserable. Her face twisted with shame and despair. Lee Han pulled such a Park Mina into his arms.
"You did well, Mina... you are truly amazing..."
At his praise, Park Mina began to sob. She buried her face in him as if clinging to him madly. She slowly calmed down under Lee Han’s hand as he patted her back.
"Now, let's lie down this way."
He laid Park Mina on the sofa and took out an ointment. The cold salve was applied over the red marks left on her skin by the ropes.
Park Mina moaned involuntarily at the sensation, which felt as if it were cooling her feverish skin. Lee Han’s touch as he caressed her wounds with his fingertips was both eerie and ecstatic.
"Ugh... haa..."
Even amidst the pain, a stinging pleasure bloomed. Like someone intoxicated by a drug, Park Mina surrendered her body to his touch. After applying the ointment to all the wounds on her body, Lee Han kissed her.
"You worked hard today."
After the sweet kiss ended, Lee Han stood up. A sense of emptiness washed over her. It was because, unlike usual, there was no foreplay. Park Mina, who had instinctively grabbed his hand, whispered as if sobbing.
"I... today..."
"Will you be okay? You must have had a very hard time..."
Lee Han smiled broadly as he looked at Park Mina’s flushed face, who only nodded quietly. Then, while hugging her from behind, he began to caress the marks left by the ropes.
As he traced the red marks with his fingertips, Park Mina trembled as if in pain. She swallowed her breath at the pleasure mixed with agony.
"Here... it looks painful..."
As Lee Han’s whispering touch brushed her nipples, she let out a thin moan involuntarily. Her head spun from the sensation that was both painful and sweet.
Lee Han’s lips, following the rope marks, stopped below her navel. Her breathing grew increasingly ragged at his gentle tongue movements, as if he were treating a wound.
"H-hup... Manager..."
Her waist arched back on its own at the touch reaching her sensitive pelvis. When he teased her clitoris with his fingertips, her mind seemed to go blank from the intense pleasure.
The touch that secretly scanned the places where she had been bound was like torture, yet it was bliss itself. Park Mina lost her reason and begged.
"Ah-h... please, there..."
Park Mina, looking down at him with a face wet with tears... Satisfied with that sight, Lee Han smiled and gently scraped her inner walls.
"This must have hurt a lot too..."
Following his whispering voice, he pushed his tongue deep inside, and sweet nectar pooled in her mouth. With his lips and hands obsessively exploring the rope marks, she raced toward the climax.
"I... it's strange... ugh!"
Twisting her waist madly at the thrill enveloping her entire body, Park Mina reached her climax. Enveloped in a wave of pleasure so intense she couldn't even breathe, she plummeted endlessly.
As the night deepened, Park Mina, trapped in a whirlpool of climax that knew no limits, eventually collapsed into Lee Han’s arms, exhausted.
Like the rope marks on her body, it seemed as though Lee Han’s traces were now deeply engraved into her very soul.