Where is it buried?
For a long time, there was silence in the room. Only the rough bodies slamming together, the slapping friction sounds, her slender moans cutting off and connecting again, and the thick, hot cum scent soaking the air filled the quiet.
Under the hotel’s soft lighting, Yeon’s body glistened with sweat, and every time she gasped for breath, her smooth back bounced, constantly stimulating my eyes. Yeon gripped the bed sheet with both hands, arching her hips high. Her secret place was already squirting out slick juices nonstop, mixing with mine and making lewd, wet sounds. Apart from groaning while taking my angry cock with her whole body, there was nothing she could do. As the waves of pleasure rolled in, her fingers gripping the sheet turned white at the tips.
I reached around from behind, grabbed her waist, and shoved my hand roughly inside the thin white T-shirt to squeeze her full breasts through the bra. As I kneaded the soft flesh spilling between my fingers, she let out a cry different from a scream and thrashed, trying to raise her body. I didn’t miss the gap. I thrust deeper, mercilessly pushing to reach unreachable places, pinching and twisting the stiff nipples poking above the cups. Her back arched like a bow from the mixed stimulation of pleasure and pain.
“Ah… ahaa…! I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum…!”
She twisted her head back and screamed. It was the decisive moment right before climax, when every muscle in her body tightened in convulsions. Suddenly, I slammed her forward roughly and pulled my cock out in one go.
“Ahh…!”
She was pushed helplessly into the bed. The sudden absence of pressure and emptiness left her body limp and listless. Her face, visible between messy hair, flushed bright red, and wet tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.
She turned her head while lying face-down and looked at me. That place where my cock had been buried until moments ago still throbbed lewdly and was wet. She wore a dazed expression, lips trembling as if to ask why I pulled out suddenly. I sat on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, and looked down at her coldly. It was twisted spite born from jealousy.
As the owner and Dom who controlled her in this relationship, the fact that she maintained a connection with another man burned my insides black.
“Did you meet your boyfriend? The one you were supposed to see tomorrow?”
She lowered her head when I asked pointedly. It was a confirmation she couldn’t deny. I grabbed her chin roughly and forced her wet gaze to meet mine.
“You’ll let him fuck you too? Huh?”
The insulting words struck her eardrums. Yeon couldn’t say anything, only her lips trembled with shame and desire mixed in. This cruel, crude sentence from the ‘uncle’ who had always taken care of her with gentle smiles was something she couldn’t believe. The usual tenderness was gone; only my cold, domineering gaze remained. She was overwhelmed.
Yeon was swallowed by enormous fear. The violent possessiveness of this man she didn’t know the face of felt like it would consume her whole. But paradoxically, that fear fused with the most primitive pleasure inside her brain. Those dirty words she should have morally rejected only heated her empty depths even more.
The absurd, evil desire she herself could barely believe surged: she wanted this clean, pure college girl to have her shell torn to shreds by this man. Her depths still throbbed with the owner lost, filled with slick juices. That lewd movement stimulated my eyes further.
“While you were on the phone with your boyfriend, you got wet because I was touching you? Huh? Even hearing that bastard’s voice, you were about to cum with my fingers?”
She refused to answer, but her eyes already confessed everything. Deeper than shame, a craving. The desperation to continue the pleasure cut off moments ago filled her pupils. I dug into that weakness of hers relentlessly.
“You wanted me to bury it in you? Since the first time we met, you imagined this moment every single day?”
I pushed my hot, condom-covered cock back between her ass cheeks. But I didn’t insert it right away. I rubbed the tip slowly, very harshly, against her slick slit coated in lubricant and juices. Her body arched like a bow again, letting out an unbearable moan. Her body, frozen at the edge of pleasure, now reacted as if every light touch was an electric shock.
“Do you want it deeper? Say it.”
Yeon opened her mouth in a small, tearful sob.
“Bur… bury it… please…”
I squeezed her breasts hard through the T-shirt, unsatisfied.
“Beg more. For whom, and what exactly.”
“Uncle… please… please bury it deeper… I think I’m going to die… please…”
Her plea, even her pride shattered. Only then did I align at the entrance of her wet hole and thrust all the way in with one go.
“Aaaah!”
Her scream tore through the room. I started moving my hips as if devouring her scream. But I had no intention of ending it easily, the way she wanted. This wasn’t simple sex. It was the infamous O-Cons — “orgasm control.”
Her breathing became ragged, her pupils rolling back as she approached the threshold of climax. I mercilessly slowed down or stopped completely. It would feel like being pulled back from the edge of a cliff by the tail. Yeon grabbed my thigh with her flailing hands and begged desperately.
“Uncle, please… please don’t stop… huh? I’m going to cum… please…”
I smiled coldly and bit her wet earlobe. The sudden silence at the peak of pleasure that felt like her brain was going white was more cruel punishment than any physical pain. The teasing tension between pleasure and pain drove her insane. I waited until her body trembled desperately with longing, then rubbed her slowly, teasingly again.
I repeated this several times. The more I forcibly suppressed the pleasure right before climax, the more abnormally sensitive her erogenous zones became. Now, even the slightest touch made her scream; her body had become passive, craving only my permission.
Yeon was no longer in her right mind. Pride, shame, and even the existence of her boyfriend she was supposed to meet tomorrow had long been erased from her brain. She was nothing but a slave wriggling under me, waiting for one explosive release to end this hellish thirst. In her mind, only the overwhelming volume and heat of my cock remained.
“Uncle, I really… I think I’m going crazy… it’s too much… please let me cum… huh? Please…”
Tangled in tears and sweat, she clung desperately to the pillow. Her appearance begging for pleasure was pitiable yet disturbingly sensual. I looked down at her dominantly and asked in a low voice.
“Where is it inside me right now?”
“Inside… inside me…”
She answered barely, panting. But I wasn’t satisfied.
“Exactly where inside?”
“Between… between my legs…”
“Say it properly. Where is it buried? You have to say it with your mouth and I’ll send it.”
Because of shame and embarrassment, she couldn’t bring out those words she had never spoken before and only trembled her lips. I pressed harder and shoved my hips down.
“Say it exactly. If you don’t, I’ll pull out right now. I’ll keep you like this all night.”
Yeon, terrified, barely whispered with desperate longing.
“Th-the pussy…”
“Whose pussy?”
I rushed to answer while thrusting roughly and urged her. The sound of flesh slapping was louder and clearer than before.
“Aaaah! Yeon’s… Yeon’s pussy!”
“Whose pussy is Yeon’s? Answer properly.”
It was a question right before perfect submission. Yeon, unable to hide anything anymore, screamed.
“Aaaaaah! It’s Uncle’s! It’s Uncle’s!”
I savored her pitiful pleas and began etching my existence deep into her soul. This was exactly what I wanted — complete ownership. The image of “uncle” in her mind had been replaced with an absolute dominator who held her pleasure in hand. I suppressed the almost bursting sensation of orgasm with superhuman patience and thrust the last spurts.
Her body trembled with a scream as my rough movements pounded, and I didn’t stop until she crossed the limit. Eventually, she convulsed all over, collapsing miserably into the allowed climax.
