The Lingering Taste of Submission
Throughout the night I had no idea how many times we had tangled together—before the afterglow of his release even had time to fade, we were craving each other like magnets, lost in the friction of skin on skin as we devoured one another without mercy.
The sticky beginning had been that bizarre moment from last night, when Yeon-ah was licking my fingers. I slowly grabbed the back of her head while her wet fingers filled her mouth and her hazy eyes looked up at me. As my fingers drifted near her lips and moved slowly, Yeon-ah moved her head in the direction my touch led, carefully licking my knuckles and wrist with her tongue. Guiding her head along my arm to the shoulder and then the armpit, Yeon-ah trembled delicately at the unfamiliar stimulation and the man’s scent, yet she submitted to the silent pressure I exerted.
When her lips finally stopped hovering over my chest, I gripped her hair tightly and fixed it near the tip. Yeon-ah hesitated briefly, seeming to waver, but under my firm hand she opened her lips and took it in. At first she merely touched it passively, but gradually she grew bolder. Like a child begging for milk, she made vulgar, sucking sounds as she eagerly drew my chest into her mouth. The unexpected intense stimulation made my body twitch, and Yeon-ah, excited by my reaction, skillfully flicked her tongue to wet my pectorals.
After enjoying it for a while, I grabbed her head again and moved her downward. Passing her curved lower belly, I finally arrived at my hardened center. Yeon-ah could not open her mouth. She merely rubbed her hot cheeks against my shaft or tickled the outer surface with her lips, but in the end she did not swallow it and only sucked noisily. Instead of forcing her, I gently stroked her head, laid her on the bed, and this time I put my fingers into her tiny hands and let her suck them. It was as if I were saying, “Watch how I do it.
I licked from the back of her hand and wrist all the way to her soft armpit as if returning her earlier actions. Yeon-ah twisted her waist at the unfamiliar, wet sensation on her extremely sensitive spot and let out a broken moan. Without stopping, I moved down to her chest, bit her nipple lightly with my lips, and, just like she had done to me, sucked her with the same babyish sucking sounds. My saliva glistened on her white skin, stimulating her shame. Yeon-ah stared blankly at the sight of her chest sinking into my mouth and rising again, panting.
“Does it feel good? I felt really good when Yeon-ah did this to me last time. Did you know your nipple is now rock-hard?”
At my vulgar words, Yeon-ah’s face flushed with shame, yet she could not resist the primitive pleasure rising from within and trembled. I moved lower, circling her navel with the tip of my tongue, burning her insides, and finally pressed my tongue against her soaked spot. The lewd, slurping sounds broke the silence, and Yeon-ah hugged my head and screamed.
After we had mixed our bodies several times in that state, exploring each other’s fluids for an unknown amount of time, only then did we finally fall into a short sleep at dawn.
When the Sunday morning sunlight began to tickle my eyelids, I woke up. The only thing left on the blanket was the impression where she had been lying. Turning my head, I saw Yeon-ah sitting at the desk studying on her iPad. Without wearing a bra, in a comfortable white t-shirt and just panties, she brushed back her intermittently flowing hair while focusing on her studies. Her back view was strangely both neat and seductive.
Despite the ruthless pounding I had given her all night, the moment I faced her lively morning vitality and her defenseless back, my lower body began to swell again with anger. I could no longer suppress the heavy, rising desire. I rose from the bed and approached her without even giving a morning greeting.
“You’re awake…?”
When Yeon-ah turned her head, she froze. Her eyes shook greatly at seeing my red, erect shaft right in front of her face. Confusion and shame passed complicatedly over her clear pupils. The lewd memories from last night seemed to wash over her once more.
“Already doing it from the morning…?”
Instead of answering, I grabbed a handful of her soft back hair, thrust my shaft straight into the open lips, and pushed it in. She would have screamed and refused last night, but now Yeon-ah, like she had learned, opened her mouth and accepted me.
The sight of her trying her best to satisfy me with awkward, clumsy tongue movements was truly delightful. Although my teeth occasionally brushed her sensitive skin and stung, the effort of her nodding and enduring shame for my sake was so beautiful. I ruffled her hair and murmured in a low voice.
“You’re pretty. Really pretty and obedient.”
Hearing the praise, she excitedly began moving her tongue more vigorously. Excited by the stimulation, I immediately erased any tenderness and began thrusting my shaft deeply into her throat. Holding Yeon-ah’s head firmly with both hands and continuing the merciless back-and-forth motion, she let out gagging sounds mixed with pained moans. Tears and snot were everywhere, and sticky saliva and precum dripped from the corners of her mouth, wetting her chin.
I enjoyed the extreme pleasure rising while biting her throat. The tears in her eyes stimulated my sadism even more. Yeon-ah scratched my thighs with her nails as if her breathing was blocked, but I did not stop and bit her mouth. After keeping her pinned for a while, I let her go. Yeon-ah could not hold back her nausea and staggered as she ran to the bathroom.
Her back view as she gripped the sink and vomited, spitting out the liquids filling her mouth. Seeing her bent waist and the curves of her plump hips, desire surged like a bonfire inside me again. I chased after her, pushed down her panties roughly while she was lying face down, and without hesitation slid into the space between her buttocks. The entrance, already soaked from being bitten all night, swallowed my hot shaft without any resistance.
“Oppa… ha, ugh… why are you so energetic… please, stop… I feel like I’m going to die…”
Yeon-ah protested in tears, but I grabbed her slender waist tightly and continued pushing her mercilessly against the cold sink. The bathroom was filled with the obscene friction of flesh meeting flesh and her screams like moans. While looking at her disheveled reflection in the sink mirror, Yeon-ah closed her eyes tightly. But I forcibly turned her head to make her look at the mirror. As if telling her to see clearly who she was being dominated by.
After all the orgasms, once she had washed her body and come out, Yeon-ah hurriedly started dressing. Seeing her in a t-shirt and skirt, returning to her lovely college-girl appearance, a strange sense of possession and jealousy scratched at my chest simultaneously. The fact that she was going to meet her boyfriend today in this clean appearance was unbearably unpleasant.
After finishing hotel check-out, I spoke heavily first as we went down to the parking lot.
“I’ll take you home.”
At my suggestion, Yeon-ah nodded weakly. On the way to her dorm driving her car, the air inside the car was heavy and stuffy. Knowing she was going to meet her boyfriend, I groaned with sharp words the entire time I held the steering wheel. Yeon-ah did not soothe me at all and simply stared out the window in deep silence. Whether she was thinking of that guy or still had remnants of my touch in her head, I was going insane.
When we arrived in front of the dorm building, I grabbed her wrist and said in a low voice.
“Call me at night. It doesn’t matter if it’s late, so definitely. I’ll wait.”
Yeon-ah nodded slightly while avoiding my eyes and hurriedly disappeared into the building.
Until Sunday night grew deep, I paced the living room with my full attention focused on the phone vibration. At 11 o’clock, 12 o’clock… even as it passed 1 a.m., the screen remained coolly cold. The longer the long silence without any contact continued, the more anxiety mixed with jealousy and anger tormented me.
Suddenly, the words she had screamed beneath me and spat out during her climax came back to me like hallucinations. “Oppa’s in your pussy… it’s all of oppa’s…” The humiliating voice begging like that. Was that secret confession I was supposed to have only heard being repeated right now in the arms of her boyfriend? Was she responding with the same expression or even more earnestly to that guy’s tender whispers? The image of that being carved into my heart.
Maybe right now she was mixing with that guy, erasing my violent traces with another person’s body heat. Had the shame I planted inside her turned into seasoning for love in front of that guy? Was he whispering “it’s only oppa’s” to her too? The anxiety twisted and pushed me to the edge.
Finally, with trembling fingers I wrote a short sentence and sent it. Instead of begging with the annoying jealousy, it was the last remaining pride of wanting to remain an adult with composure. The subtle masochistic desire that I hoped she would recall the sensations I gave her even while in that guy’s arms the moment she saw the message.
“Worried about no contact but I believe you. Study well for the test tomorrow. Call me after it ends for sure.”
Only after pressing the send button did I let out a long, heavy sigh and throw myself onto the bed. Imagining the subtle guilt and relief she would feel upon seeing the message, and the lewd remnants that would rise again, I controlled the rising desire.
