“Hngh, sob. Hh… Heup.”
I moved the back of my hand from my mouth, looking at him as he asked me that, grinding our lower bodies together, wetly and without a gap, after having pushed in so hastily. My lips twitched, hesitant.
“Am I… always, like this?”
At my evasion, answering a question with a question, a glint appeared in his eyes and he wet his lower lip with his tongue. For the question itself was as good as an admission of the provocative side he’d discovered in himself.
The movement of his hips grinding below grew even more intense. Squish, squelch, squish. The sound of their coupling, of him mincing the inside thoroughly soaked with precum, was so explicit it was embarrassing even for the parties involved to hear. It was the kind of sound that made you think you could see the translucent mucus clinging and stretching stickily from his thick head each time he pulled back.
“Why? What do you think Seo Yeehyeon is like right now, to be asking that?”
“Ugh, so….”
“Do you.. understand now? Why I’m so anxious?”
Looking at his flushed face, anticipating a lewd answer, I pulled him in by the neck and pressed our lips together. Ting. He tossed his phone onto the sheet and covered me. His broad, contoured chest met mine, pressing down heavily on my upper body. As our torsos overlapped, the friction below deepened as well. With his thrusts, his heavy testicles swung, the resilience of them slapping against the area below my anus scrambling my mind even further.
“This kind of thing, I can’t… show it to anyone but you, Director. So, don’t… wor…ry… Hnght.”
He looked down at me with eyes blazing blue as if I had betrayed him, then lunged for my neck. He bit into the flesh, sucking it in, then chewed, squeezing it painfully with the pressure inside his mouth. The pain, which felt like it would leave a mark, sparked a warped, tingling pleasure.
Huu..nghhh. Having broken past his limit and now boiling over, he wasn’t suppressing any of his desires. The broad shoulders covering me swelled and heaved before my eyes.
“The one who can make you like this, and the one who can see you like this. It’s only me.”
It wasn’t a declaration brimming with confidence. Rather, his voice sounded like a desperate wish that ‘it has to be only me.’ Moving to a different spot on my neck to brand his mark, he ran wild. Lying flat on top of me, his large, glistening body, moving only his lower half in quick thrusts, was intensely animalistic.
“Hngh, hnghh. Hh… Nght, haahk.”
The sensation of release was imminent, and my breath grew ragged as if I was about to pass out.
He propped himself up on his fists, raising his torso and leaning forward, then rocked his hips so roughly and fast it felt like he would shatter me along with the bed. It wasn’t just his hips. From his shoulders to his back, waist, ass, and thighs, his entire body created a great wave, pouring the force of that rebound into me. I convulsed intermittently, almost like I was having a seizure.
“Seo Yeehyeon… get a hold of yourself and look at me.”
“Hngh, sob.”
He grabbed my wrist with his hot hand and pulled it down, making me grope his penis, which was even hotter than his hand. I could feel the base of his thick cock as it thrust inside and then pulled out stickily. The throbbing, hot shaft seemed to have an independent pulse of its own.
He looked down at me with eyes gleaming with a blue light and said.
“I’m your alpha.”
“……”
In the soaring high just before climax, his words sounded like a small proclamation. For a moment, his furrowed brow didn’t seem to be from lust. He emphasized it once more.
“Yours. Your Golden.”
The alpha he spoke of, my alpha, its movement of pushing into my spread beta, was palpable in my hand. I instinctively stroked the thick penis entering and exiting the opening of my anus, which was stretched to its maximum, its edges pulled taut.
He lowered his head, looking down at the movement of my hand, and sucked in a breath, Ssssp, hh…
My wet inner walls throbbed at his rapid movements, his hips bucking as he left just enough of his length for my hand to touch.
“Hnnnnngh… Sob… hh.. huuu.”
“Your alpha… what is he doing to Seo Yeehyeon’s beta right now? Hm?”
Rubbed and ground until it was as sensitive as could be, my tender insides craved to be pushed harder, commanding me to give him the answer he wanted.
Scratching his arms that were braced over my shoulders, while below, pulling the root of his penis inward, I trembled all over.
“Fuc…king… Hah, sob. We’re fucking… Director, your alpha, in my beta… fu….”
He spat a curse and bent down, kissing me savagely enough to crush my lips. For one of his kisses, it was clumsy and messy, but because of that, his raw, unrefined desire was transmitted all the more clearly.
“Uuh, mm. Nngh… Hngh. Sob….”
“Let me hear more of the sounds of Seo Yeehyeon getting fucked. You don’t know, do you? That just listening to the sounds you make, I feel like I could come… I’m going crazy with arousal.”
His confession, his vulgar obsession with sex that had completely broken down his reason, added stimulation upon stimulation, driving me to the edge. I was already naked, but he was stripping me bare with his words. I was the one who felt like I was going crazy.
“Haahk, sob! Kngh, sob.”
With the feeling of his penis pulsing inside my stomach, I sensed the knot was coming. Like the theme music from the movie Jaws, the approaching feeling of the knot stimulated a primal fear, and I gripped the sheets with both arms, thrashing my hips wildly.
Watching my reaction, he picked up his phone, and ding, the camera started rolling again. But this time, I had no leeway to care about that voyeuristic third-person perspective.
The rear camera, which had been capturing my penis as fresh precum flowed over the spot where the first round had dried white, now aimed between my legs, at the point of our coupling.
“Uuuungh, hh! Hngh….”
The overwhelming pleasure from the knot pulsing powerfully inside, almost violent in its intensity, didn’t dull in the slightest even after repeated experiences. Thump, thump. It was as if he had planted a new heart inside me.
His gleaming eyes, through the roughly six-inch screen, dissected and magnified my every reaction to the knot, inch by inch. My lips, my chest, my lower abdomen, the wet groin tangled with fluids of unknown origin, and my penis, swollen as if to burst and twitching, were all laid bare before his two eyes by the lens that permitted no distortion.
With my eyes wide open, my back and hips bucking, I came without once rubbing my glans. I could never go back to the old me, who used to finish masturbating relying only on physical friction, with almost no lewd fantasies.
My lower jaw trembled as I thrashed in the air, at the pulse inside me that beat more vividly than my own heart.
“It’s okay…. Breathe, Seo Yeehyeon.”
“Hngh, sob… Director… Di..rector….”
In the blissful dream of pleasure that a knotted climax brought, I sought him out like a madman. He intertwined his fingers with mine with his free hand, pressing it onto the sheet, and slowly ground our connected lower bodies together.
“Yeah, it’s okay. Your Director is right here. It’s okay, you know what this is. It’s a knot.”
Gently rocking inside me after I had already come, meticulously recording every change the knot caused in me through the screen, he whispered for me to say his name.
I had never called him by any other title than Director, and I had never even thought of calling him, a man ten years my senior, anything else.
But during a knot, anything was possible. I could be blindly obedient to his demand without any hesitation. Even though I had come, he was still knotted. The heat of the semen gushing into me with each contraction and expansion was vivid. Letting go of my clasped hand, he pushed up the back of my left thigh and, to throw himself into the pleasure of the knot, bucked his hips like a beast.
It had grown dark at some point, and the artificial light seeping in from outside the window reflected off his naked body. His face, illuminated by the light of the phone screen, looked paler than usual, but his two eyes, feasting greedily on my body, were a vivid blue.
With wet eyes, with parted lips, I called him.
“Wei.”
“……”
“Kun.”
“……”
Having said it, I thought I understood. How much I had wanted to call him by his name, not his title.
His names, which had made me feel small, like a privilege for those he held dear. If he knew of my greed, my desire to make all his variously called names my own, how would he take it?
His shoulders and chest heaving, he shot a look at me.
“Seo Yeehyeon.”
“……”
This time, he called my name. The camera, which had been capturing the red haze of the knot, was no longer on us. All that faced me were the blue flames flaring from him.
“To Chicago, let’s go together. Go with me.”
“……”
“Will you… go with me?”
Whether it was because he was afraid to hear the answer to his question, or because of a pleasure unique to a knotted alpha that I could not know, I looked up at his pained face, wavering, and nodded with a dry, cracked voice.
“I will…. I’ll go. I want to be with you.”
Ting. With the sound of the recording stopping completely, we were cut off from everything and focused entirely on each other.
He kept my arousal going by rocking his hips until the knot subsided just enough for his penis to barely slip out, then had me turn over without pulling out.
It felt like all the strength had already drained from my body, but I held on, bracing myself on the sheet, relying on his arm that was holding up my lower belly. Each time he pounded the inside of my anus, which was mixed with precum and semen, my mouth kept going dry at the squelching sound, like punching a fist into a pit full of mud.
Amazingly, as if he had just changed his batteries, he immediately went into another knot without any process to build his arousal back up. This was the first time the next knot had followed so quickly.
“Hnnnngh, hh… No.. way… I think I’m gonna die… Hah, it’s weird. It feels weird… I’m melting….”
Literally, it felt like my insides were melting and dissolving, and in that fearful pleasure that made me feel like I would lose my form and liquefy, I tried to crawl away on the sheet. I was crying. I thought they were physiological tears, but I couldn’t know their true meaning.
He covered me from behind, stroking my penis to help disperse my consciousness. Kisses rained down on my ear and cheek. Inside my stomach, his alpha, no, my alpha, was expanding, creating friction that made all my organs burn. It felt like my fragile organs and self would explode and be destroyed.
“I’m sorry…. Just bear with it a little longer. Go to your limit for me. Show me everything…. Don’t run away.”
Don’t run away, Seo Yeehyeon. Please.
He repeated the words like a man breaking down, his desperate voice mixed with a sigh. Even though he wasn’t letting me run away. And it wasn’t like there was any way to escape the penis knotted inside me anyway. What was he so scared of? Like a fool.
Biting, sucking, and chewing on various points on the back of my neck and shoulders, branding them with red and purple marks, he planted yet another new heart inside me, where the heat and tremors of the previous knot had not yet faded.
I don’t know how much time passed until he had completely spent all his desire, impulse, and energy down to the very dregs and reached a state of complete lull. I could barely even remember how this draining sex had begun.
No, actually, I remember.
It was a desire for possession and monopoly over each other. It began with a childish yet desperate craving to have that right confirmed.
After sating the hunger of possessiveness to our hearts’ content, a total of five videos were left on the phone, but I couldn’t bring myself to muster the courage to play them. But I didn’t delete them either.
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