Chapter Twenty Eight - Reprieve (Part 2)

Twenty minutes later, I'm ringing Dae's doorbell and Ji-Hoon opens up. "Unni!"

"Hello, Ji-Hoon. Where's your father?"

"He's in the shower."

I follow Ji-Hoon into the living room where he's watching cartoons. "Have you had your dinner?"

"Yes. I saved Daddy some pizza, but he said he wasn't hungry."

I smile at his thoughtfulness. Now I understand why Dae's accustomed to eating pizza. His son is a fan. "Has your father just gone into the shower?"

Ji-Hoon nods, his eyes glued to the television screen. Scattered on the table is his homework, coloring pencils and two mugs of hot chocolate.

Suddenly, a naughty idea pops into my head. "I'll be right back, okay."

He nods again, engrossed with the show.

I sprint to the master bedroom, making sure to shut the door. The sound of running water from the bathroom teases my ears and I quickly strip naked and sneak in. Gingerly, I push open the door and mentally sigh at the magnificent sight of Dae's murky silhouette behind the shower screen. Grinning excitedly, I creep closer, but I don't want to scare him.

I know how sexy they make shower scenes look on television but, I don't want to risk getting a black eye or injury if Dae gets spooked and accidentally hits me. He has no idea that I'm coming tonight.

Rapping my finger against the glass panel, I croon. "Knock, knock. Is this a party for one, or can I join in too?"

Predictably, Dae whirls around with lightning speed. "Aera?" He wipes the water from his eyes. "I thought you were at a dinner party?"

Seizing my chance, I slip in and mould my softness to his hardness. My nipples erect upon contact. Yum. I miss his body heat. Water cascades over my head, wetting my hair as I wrap my arms around his waist, hands sliding to grab his firm buttocks. Turning my cheek, so that the water doesn't get into my eyes, I answer. "Chang-Min's got a bad case of Nari fever, so he had to leave." I chuckle. "I swear, apart from you, I didn't think Nari and Chang-Min would be clingy."

"I'm clingy?" His tone is flat and even.

I smirk. Did I hit a sore spot? "Yes, you are." I rub my hands over him, loving the feel of smooth skin stretched over taut muscles. "But I'm not complaining. Because when you're clingy, you're extra nice to me."

A scoff expands his chest. "That's the worse compliment anyone has ever given me."

"That's too bad." I retort, then bodily push him into the wall. Dae looks momentarily stunned by my aggressiveness. Lips twisting sardonically, I draw his head down to kiss him. He doesn't hesitate to respond, those amazing arms banding around me. His lips bruise mine, capturing them hard as he makes love to my mouth. I suckle his tongue, refusing to let go until he dips his fingers into me from behind, sliding through my ass.

A light squeal escapes me as I try to wiggle away but he tightens his hold.

"Mmm…," He hums, those magical fingers stirring me up inside. "What's this? You're already wet."

Hands flat on his chest, my body arches on reflex, ass sticking out to pull away from the intensity building from his touch. Mouth parting slightly, our eyes lock and I try not squeeze mine shut when my womb flutters.

"As much as I love to fuck you right now," Regret saturates his low growl. "I don't want to leave Ji-Hoon alone for too long. And a few minutes with you won't be enough to satisfy my hunger. So, this will have to do. Alright, hellcat?" The way his dark gaze eats me up...I shiver in response.

"Y-yes!" I gasp as he works his thumb harder on my clit.

With one hand around my throat, he shoves me into the glass partition. I yelp at the cold contact of wet glass against heated skin, a shudder running through my body. I'm helpless against his magical fingers, my eyes hooded while I watch him. He stands at arm's length, allowing him better access to my dripping pussy.

"Legs wide apart." He orders firmly.

I widen my legs, opening myself to his touch — aching and vulnerable. Licking his lips, he continues playing with me until my muscles start to tense up. "Dae, I'm going to…to…,"

"Yes, that's it. Come for me, hellcat." He urges, tightening his grip around my throat.

My eyes widen involuntarily when I can't breathe. That's when it hits. So. Fucking. Good. Lashes fluttering shut, I bite my lip to suppress the cry threatening to explode from my lungs. I taste blood as Dae sends me over the edge, my body seizes with a thousand bolts of lightning coursing through my veins.

Dae swipes the blood off my lower lip while I descend from the high, body spasming from the aftereffects of pleasure. He sucks and nibbles my earlobe, licking the rim. "You came so hard. Did you like it when I choked you?"

Panting through a smile, I say. "I love everything you do to me." My gaze drops to his jutting cock. "What about you? Do you want me to suck you off?"

"I have a better idea." Those predatory eyes glint with mischief. "Don't move a muscle."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to cum all over you." He states. Taking his veined shaft in his fist, he begins to masturbate. Never removing his gaze, he jacks himself, biceps bulging, his heavy balls bouncing with each stroke.

Watching Dae get himself off while watching me, is hotter than I imagined. I can feel my wetness pooling. And I start to squirm, but his eyes reprimand me — don't move.

Misery crushes me when I realize I don't get to bring him to completion. I want my lips wrapped around his cock…my tongue tasting him…my fingers playing his sacs because I know he likes it when I do, and I want to swallow his cum.

The faster he tugs, the harsher our breaths become — in tune with each other. It's like we are one, feeling every single emotion together.

I whimper when he releases a pained sound, and thick, creamy ropes of cum jets out, painting my lower half. Primal satisfaction consumes me when I realize he's aiming for my pussy. Massaging his cum into my skin, I drag my fingers to my lower lips and dip them inside. The fire in Dae's eyes burn brighter than the sun. With an animalistic growl, he yanks me forward, our lips meshing.

Mercilessly, he devours me, not permitting me a second to breathe. His body surrounds me like a cocoon, his hot length pulsing against my stomach. Replacing my fingers with his own, he pumps languidly. "You like provoking me. I had no idea you're such a greedy girl." His hot breath wafts over my skin, lifting the fine hairs on my nape. "Your eyes were begging for me to put my cock inside your mouth."

I don't answer. He already knows it.

Touching our foreheads together, we take a few minutes to calm down before washing up. Dae reveals another one of his girlfriend fantasies when he offers to wash my hair, and it's cute how attentive and careful he is.

It amazes me how different he's behaving compared to the first time we met. I wonder if deep down he's always been this way or meeting me has changed him in some ways. I didn't realize I'm staring until he asks. "What are you thinking about?"

"I wonder if you've always been like this."

"What do you mean?" He rinses off the suds and wrings the water from my hair.

"Caring and warm beneath the coldness you wanted me to believe you were."

"Maybe," A tentative shrug. "Growing up the way I have, it didn't leave room to be who I am around you. It started with Ji-Hoon, so he may have changed me and then you came along." He makes a sound filled with amusement and mockery. "But you have my word that no one else but the two of you have this privilege."

Tilting my head back towards his chest, I strain up to kiss him, our lips meeting upside down. "I'm honored."

Suddenly, the lights went off. Ji-Hoon's frightened scream echoes from the living room.

Shit. "This is the worse time for a blackout." I mutter. We're both naked and the bathroom is pitch black.

"Hold on." Dae disentangles himself, and shuffles around in the dark. I hear the cabinets open and close. Then, a small beam of light appears.

"Daddy! What's going on?" Ji-Hoon shouts in fear.

Dae grabs his towel off the rack and hands it to me. "Here, take this. I'm going to check on Ji-Hoon."

Minutes later, we discover the entire street is experiencing a power outage. Ji-Hoon sits wrapped in my arms while Dae's on the phone. We manage to dig out a few more torchlights and light up several candles to brighten the living room.

"Alright, thank you." Dae pads over after disconnecting the call. "It'll be a few hours before the electricity returns. We just have to be patient."

"This is kind of fun." Ji-Hoon chirps, no longer frightened. "Does that mean I don't have to finish my homework?"

His question draws a smile from Dae. "There's no excuse not to complete your homework. Your exams are coming up soon and don't forget our bargain to go to Disneyland."

Ji-Hoon glances at me for help. I shake my head. "I'm sorry, Ji-Hoon. Your dad's right on this one."

His tiny mouth pouts, arms crossing over his chest. "I thought we were friends."

"Don't guilt trip her, Yun Ji-Hoon. A man takes responsibility for his actions." Dae goes through his son's books, pausing over an envelope. "What's this?"

"It's my family day invitation." Ji-Hoon wriggles out of my grasp and kneels beside his father. "Will you come this year?"

Dae reads the invitation. The shadows from the insufficient lighting lets me see the minute frown on his lips. "It's in two days. I might not be able to make it if I'm in Jeju."

"But you said the same thing last year!" Ji-Hoon cries out, clearly upset. "All my friends' parents come every year and mommy's not around anymore." His voice breaks and the waterworks begin.

Concern shapes my brows as Dae sits his weeping son on his lap.

"Ji-Hoon, we talked about this." Dae is an unmovable rock when it comes to work.

Sighing, I wipe Ji-Hoon's tears away. "I've never been to a family day before and I think it sounds fun. Do you mind if I come and visit you on family day?"

"Y-you..wi-ll?" He hiccups, those watery eyes wait for me to slip up and lie to him. My heart twinges. Broken promises aren't new to him.

I hold out my pinkie. "If you say yes, then I swear I won't miss it for the world. I'd love to see your school and meet your friends. What do you say? Do we have a date?"

"O-okay." He relents, hooking his tiny pinkie around mine.

"And you," I shoot Dae an unfavorable glare, cupping Ji-Hoon's ears so he won't hear. "You're busy all the time. If you can't cancel on work, then at least try to make it back early. Your son will only be seven once in his life. You don't want to miss out the memories of him growing up. Once it's gone, it's gone forever."

Chagrined, Dae relents stonily. "I'll try."

"Good." I release Ji-Hoon. "Let's finish up your homework and then we can go to bed."