A Toy Collar
Ha-yoon didn't let go of her briefcase handle until the red leather closed around her neck.
Behind her, Jae-hyuk fastened the buckle. The lining of the leather was cold, and the skin at her nape shrank from it. Her body, straight back from the Gwanghwamun law firm, still carried the air of the conference room. It was eleven o'clock on a Friday night.
"Give me the bag."
Jae-hyuk held out his hand, and only then did Ha-yoon release the handle. He stood the bag beside the nightstand and switched off the ceiling light, leaving only the nightstand lamp burning.
It was the collar Jae-hyuk had bought her for their first wedding anniversary. Since then, it came out only when the two of them played. The edge of the leather had curved, just slightly, to the shape of Ha-yoon's neck.
"Our puppy's home awfully late today."
"I'm sorry, Master."
Jae-hyuk came around to face her and, smiling, undid her blouse from the top down. A pencil callus had grown into the side of the middle finger of his large hand. That callus brushed the mole below her left collarbone and traveled down into the valley of her breasts.
When his hand went behind her back and unhooked her bra, her breasts spilled into the lamplight. Jae-hyuk pressed a nipple with his thumb, then withdrew his hand. The skirt he left alone. He had always preferred hiking it up rather than taking it off.
"Up."
Ha-yoon climbed onto the bed, faced the foot of it, and knelt. A wooden post stood at the bed's foot, waist-high—the place her wrists were tied whenever they played.
Jae-hyuk undid his own tie. Navy silk. When Ha-yoon gathered her wrists together and held them out to the post, he wound the tie around them twice and knotted it to the wood, then slipped one finger between the knot and her wrists to test the give.
"Too tight?"
"No."
"If it starts to feel like that, tell me right away."
Ha-yoon nodded and pressed her forehead to her bound wrists. Her bared nipples stiffened in the room's air.
Jae-hyuk pressed his body against her from behind, his shirt buttons touching her back. Both hands slid under her arms and cupped her breasts, thumb and forefinger pinching each nipple and twisting, slowly.
Ha-yoon curled her bound hands. Jae-hyuk whispered against her ear.
"Our puppy loves it here, doesn't she."
"Yes."
"That's not 'yes.'"
"Yes, Master."
Jae-hyuk released her nipples and drew back behind her. He rolled the skirt up to her waist and dragged her panties down to mid-thigh. Ha-yoon spread her knees and pushed her hips back, and when the room's air met her bared pussy, its entrance puckered.
His palm swept over her ass. He always warmed the flesh like this before striking. Then the hand followed the crease down, stroked between her wet lips, and came back up.
"Already this wet?"
Jae-hyuk leaned in and pressed the finger, slick with her arousal, to Ha-yoon's lips. She opened her mouth and sucked it, the taste of her own pussy spreading across her tongue.
He drew the finger out and stroked her cheek. Without a word, Ha-yoon lifted her hips a little higher.
Jae-hyuk raised his hand and brought it down on her right cheek.
Smack!
The heat spread a beat behind the sound. Ha-yoon seized the post with her bound hands. The silk dragged across the inside of her wrists, and between her spread thighs her pussy flinched and clenched.
The second blow landed on the left. After the strike, Jae-hyuk laid his palm over the spot and kept it there, trapping the heat beneath it. Ha-yoon exhaled and lowered her back, her hips rising higher, her pussy opening toward him from behind.
The third was a little harder. The flesh of her ass shook, and the jolt carried down into her pussy. A single line of arousal ran down the inside of her thigh. Ha-yoon set her teeth and waited for the fourth.
The fourth didn't come. Jae-hyuk's hand had gone still on her ass.
"Does it hurt?"
It was the question that always came after the third blow. In five years, Ha-yoon had never once counted how many times she'd heard it. Forehead pressed to the post, she closed her eyes.
"More."
A moment later, the fourth came.
The sound was smaller to begin with. His palm had dropped from lower than it had for the first three, and Ha-yoon measured the difference with the flesh of her ass.
Weaker than the third. Weaker even than the first. Ha-yoon lifted her hips once more, until her pussy was bared to him.
"Harder. Don't stop."
Ha-yoon's words only grew longer when she was begging. Jae-hyuk pressed his thumb into the spot he'd struck, and beneath it she twisted her hips until her wet lips brushed the tips of his fingers.
"Haah. Keep this up and our puppy won't be able to sit down tomorrow."
Jae-hyuk didn't deliver the fifth. He stroked his palm over the flushed cheeks, then slid that hand down to her soaked pussy.
He pushed two fingers inside her, to the second knuckle, then curled them and scratched the front wall. Head bowed, Ha-yoon pressed her hips back against his fingers.
"Here?"
"There. A little harder."
Instead of working his fingers harder, Jae-hyuk brought his other hand around and rubbed her clit in slow circles with his fingertips. It was a tender hand. Even as her body caught fire, Ha-yoon ached with want.
"Say something filthy to me."
Jae-hyuk's fingertips stopped on her clit. The fingers curled inside her went still, too.
"What kind of filth would I say to our puppy?"
He pressed his lips to the tip of her shoulder, then drew them away. His fingers resumed scratching the wall inside her, and the fingertips circling her clit returned to their earlier pace. Ha-yoon pushed her hips toward his fingers and swallowed them to the root.
"Master, put it in. Not your hand."
Jae-hyuk let out a breath laced with laughter. His fingers slid free, a thread of arousal stretching from them before snapping at the edge of her lips.
There was the sound of a belt buckle coming loose. With his trousers down to his knees, Jae-hyuk knelt behind her. His hot cock rubbed between her wet lips twice, then he gripped her hips in both hands, hauled her toward him, and drove in with a single thrust.
Ha-yoon's body was dragged back from the post. The tie went taut, pulling her wrists forward, and at that pull her waist melted first. Only then did Jae-hyuk's cock fill her to the end.
He began to move. Slowly, deeply. Each time he drew back, the ridge of his crown scraped the inside of her entrance; each time he pushed in, he hauled her hips toward him and the tie dragged at her wrists. The post creaked, little by little, along with the bed frame.
"Good?"
"Yes. Master, faster."
Jae-hyuk picked up the pace. The slap of flesh filled the room. Each time his lower belly met her spanked cheeks, the cooling heat flared again, and with every stroke her pussy clenched and released around him.
"Your pussy's a ball of fire today."
Instead of answering, Ha-yoon bit her lip. This was a body that had spent ten hours in a conference room wrangling over contract clauses. That body was on her knees now, wrists entrusted to a single strip of silk, taking him from behind.
Jae-hyuk brought one hand around and gripped her swaying breasts, her nipples dragging across his palm with every thrust. Between her spread thighs she could feel his balls swinging, slapping the underside of her pussy.
Ha-yoon shoved her hips back, going to meet his thrusts herself. The farther back she went, the harder the tie pulled at her wrists, her wrist bones pressing into the silk knot until they went numb. Chasing that numbness, she pushed her hips back toward his cock again.
Jae-hyuk's hands closed on her hips and stopped her.
"Slowly. You'll hurt your wrists."
Still holding her ass, he began to move slowly again. Only half the depth she'd been pushing for came in, and instead of the depths she couldn't reach, Ha-yoon clenched her entrance and held his cock there.
One of Jae-hyuk's fingers caught on the ring at the back of the collar. Ha-yoon stopped breathing. She waited for him to pull—just the ring, just enough for the leather to go taut at her nape.
The finger brushed the ring and fell away. Then it went back to her waist. While his cock kept up the same pace in and out of her, Ha-yoon felt, at her nape, the empty space the ring had left behind.
Jae-hyuk stopped without warning. With his cock buried deep, he looked down at her wrists.
"Your wrists have gone red."
"I'm fine."
His hand was already at the knot. Ha-yoon twisted her wrists, trying to slip it out from under his fingers.
"Don't untie it."
"See how they look. Come here."
The knot came undone. The tie slid onto the bed, and when Jae-hyuk pulled out, arousal spilled from her emptied pussy and ran down her thigh.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and turned her, laying Ha-yoon onto her back toward the pillows. Her breasts tipped to one side, and the rolled-up skirt bunched beneath her waist.
Jae-hyuk kicked off the trousers caught at his knees, took off his glasses, and set them on the nightstand. The panties hanging on her thigh he drew down over her ankle and away. Then he came between her knees. Entering her again, slower than before, he spread her open layer by layer and filled her to the end.
With her pussy gripping his cock, Ha-yoon raised her freed wrists above her head. She laid her left wrist over her right and pressed them to the pillow—exactly the shape they'd been in when the tie held them. She waited, the crossed wrists held before Jae-hyuk's eyes.
He looked down at them. And instead of pinning them, he slid his fingers between hers and laced them tight. Then he bent, took a nipple into his mouth, and rolled it with his tongue.
The laced hand was warm. Holding onto it, Ha-yoon lifted her hips to the rhythm of his thrusts. Each time their pubic bones met, her clit was crushed, and heat gathered from that crushed clit into her lower belly. A drop of sweat fell from Jae-hyuk's brow and spread beside the mole below her left collarbone.
"Fuck me harder."
Jae-hyuk unlaced his fingers and scooped up the backs of her knees, lifting them, their pubic bones pressing flush together between her folded legs. After a few hard thrusts, the moment Ha-yoon's breath caught, he slowed the rhythm at once—keeping the depth that filled her to the end, taking only the force away.
Ha-yoon grabbed the wrists braced beneath her knees. Matching his slowed roll, she lifted her hips to meet him, striking her pubic bone against his and grinding her clit along the base of his cock. Jae-hyuk lowered her legs again and cradled her hips in both hands.
"Ha-yoon."
He bowed his head and pressed his lips to the side of her neck, at the collar's edge.
The rhythm quickened. Ha-yoon crossed her wrists above her head again and pushed them into the pillow. With no hand pressing them down, she bore down on her own wrists with all her strength, lifting her hips to meet the driving cock head-on.
Her release was small and short. Her pussy clenched and released around Jae-hyuk's cock a few times, and her toes scraped the covers. It wasn't a lie. It just ended quickly.
Jae-hyuk drove in to the end and spent himself inside her. While his cock twitched and poured his cum into her pussy, he pressed his lips to Ha-yoon's forehead. It always ended like that.
When he pulled out, cum seeped from her entrance and soaked the skirt lining bunched beneath her. He pulled tissues from the box and wiped between Ha-yoon's thighs first. He wiped himself after.
When Ha-yoon lifted her head from the pillow, Jae-hyuk slipped a hand behind her neck and undid the collar's buckle. The nape turned cool as the red leather fell away. He put the collar in the nightstand drawer, took out lotion, and smoothed it over her wrists, rubbing the tie marks slowly with his thumb.
"Okay?"
"Mm."
"And your ass? It hurts, doesn't it?"
"No."
When Ha-yoon rolled onto her side, Jae-hyuk laid his palm over the spanked cheek. The heat was already fading there. Beneath that palm, Ha-yoon squeezed her still-burning pussy against her thigh.
In the bathroom, Ha-yoon stood a long while under the running shower. Jae-hyuk's cum slid down the inside of her thigh and mingled with the water. She pushed two fingers into her pussy and scraped out what was left. Even after her fingers withdrew, her entrance stayed half-open for a while, smoldering.
A few months ago, before dawn, she had watched a video alone beside Jae-hyuk's sleeping form. A naked woman, led on a leash, crawling down a corridor on all fours. Ha-yoon remembered even the sound of the woman's knees dragging along the floor.
It had been good. But it hadn't been enough.
When she shut off the shower and came out, Jae-hyuk was propped against the headboard, looking at his phone. The moment she lay down beside him, he turned the screen toward her.
"Will you take a look at this?"
It was a message window. In the sender field floated a single nickname—the name used in a club where couples who shared their tastes gathered, the chat room Jae-hyuk peeked into now and then.
Beneath the messages sat a map link and a single phone number.
"Someone we got to know through the club sent it. From what they say, it's a place couples go to together and only watch."
Phone in hand, Jae-hyuk rubbed the edge of the screen with his thumb. Whenever he was about to ask for something, his hands always fidgeted like that.
"I want to learn too. Because I want to do it properly for you."
Ha-yoon didn't answer. She took the phone and read the messages over from the top. Saturday night, ten. Couples' experience and viewing. Both of you, together.
On the second pass, her eyes lingered a long time on the word viewing. It didn't say who would be watching whom. Her spine went cold, while her freshly washed pussy turned slick again.
Ha-yoon handed the phone back to Jae-hyuk and switched off the light.
She gave her answer the following evening—by standing at the front door in her trench coat, ready before Jae-hyuk was.
As she pushed out through the front door, the brass nameplate beside it caught the streetlight and flashed. HAYUN. The plate Jae-hyuk had hung there himself, the day the house was finished.
The Pyeongchang-dong road narrowed as it ran toward the end of the hill. A little before ten, when Jae-hyuk brought the car to a stop where the map pointed, the headlights lit up a grey wall twice the height of a man.
Above the wall, an old sign came into view.
Pyeongchang Kennel — Hotel · Training · Grooming
The paint on the letters had flaked away in places. The puppy painted in the sign's corner had faded until only its outline remained.
"A pet hotel?"
Jae-hyuk asked from the driver's seat, looking up at the sign. Ha-yoon lowered her window a little.
Night air drifted in. If this were a pet hotel, barking should have carried over the wall at the sound of the car. From beyond the wall came nothing at all.
That silence frightened Ha-yoon. Her hand went to her throat. Where the collar had wrapped last night, her fingers found only bare skin.
Beneath her fingers, her pulse was quick. Quick with fear. And that fear traveled from her throat to her chest, from her chest to her lower belly, warming as it went. Inside her knit dress, her nipples dragged across the fabric of her bra.
"Should we turn back?"
Jae-hyuk asked. Ha-yoon unclasped her seatbelt.
There was a doorbell beside the iron gate. Jae-hyuk reached out first, then stopped short of the button, his fingertip hovering above it.
Ha-yoon reached past and pressed it. Jae-hyuk withdrew his hand and came around behind her, his palm settling on her waist over the coat.
Somewhere inside, a bell rang. No footsteps followed. A long while later, the lamp above the side door lit, and the latch slipped free.
A man in a white shirt opened the door. He was tall and thin, his sleeves rolled to the elbows. He looked past fifty, with white threaded through his hair.
The man offered no greeting. He looked from one to the other. At Jae-hyuk, at Ha-yoon, at Jae-hyuk again.
They were not the eyes of a man looking at faces. He looked at Jae-hyuk's hand resting on Ha-yoon's waist, at the toes of Ha-yoon's shoes where she stood half a step ahead of her husband, at the knees she held pressed together.
Everywhere that gaze passed, her clothes seemed to shed a layer. Inside her coat, Ha-yoon pressed her thighs together, and between them her wet panties clung to her pussy.
The man pulled the side door all the way open, light spilling out behind him. He didn't step aside. Standing in the doorway, he asked in a slow, low voice:
"Which of the two of you is the dog?"