Empire of Desire: The Showbiz Tyrant

Yura stood there in the dim private lounge of Haven Noir, skin prickling under the velvet dark, breath shallow and ragged.

She tried not to look at Jinhyuk as he peeled off his shirt.Tried not to watch the smooth ripple of muscle, the subtle shadows cutting along his abs, the faint dusting of hair that arrowed downward, vanishing into expensive slacks.

Her eyes betrayed her anyway.Her thighs pressed together. Heat bloomed low in her belly, humiliating in its intensity.

Jinhyuk watched her with lazy, predatory amusement.

"Nervous, Yura?"

His voice curled around her like dark silk. Her mouth opened, then closed again. What could she say? That her pulse was a frantic drum, that her nipples were painfully tight, that slick shame already coated her thighs?

He stepped close, so close the fine fabric of his pants brushed her belly.She gasped — because there it was. Hard, thick, unmistakably real. The press of his cock through the fabric made her dizzy.

Jinhyuk caught her chin between his fingers, tipping her face up. His eyes burned with cruel delight.

"You're wet, aren't you?"

Her breath stuttered."I… I don't—"

"You're soaked. I can smell it." His thumb brushed her lower lip, then slid into her mouth. Instinct made her close her lips around it. A pleased noise vibrated in his chest. "Good girl."

He guided her backward until her knees hit the edge of the plush sofa. Yura let out a tiny squeak as she dropped into the cushions. Before she could catch her breath, Jinhyuk was on her — straddling her thighs, mouth crushing hers in a hungry, filthy kiss.

His tongue swept inside, taking without hesitation. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, thumbs flicking across her nipples until she arched up into him with a breathy moan.

Somewhere in the fog of need, Yura felt his cock press hot and heavy against her belly, through just the thin lace of her panties. Her body reacted before her mind could rebel — she shifted her hips, just slightly, enough for the slick heat of her pussy to rub against the rigid length through his trousers.

Jinhyuk pulled back with a dark chuckle.

"Look at you," he murmured. "Can't even help yourself."

His hands gripped her hips, guiding her. She tried to resist, but her body betrayed her, rocking again — slower this time, grinding her slick folds over the hard shape trapped beneath his clothes.

A shiver shot through her. A soft, helpless sound slipped out, something between a whimper and a moan. Her skin burned with humiliation, but the ache in her core only tightened.

Jinhyuk's hands tightened, dragging her down harder.

"Just like that. Little slut can't even sit still."

Her cheeks flamed. Her pussy clenched painfully. She bit her lip so hard she tasted copper.

Then his hand slid between them, pressing against her panties. The damp fabric offered no protection as he traced slow, torturous circles. Her breath caught — hips stuttering, thighs quivering.

"That's it," he purred. "Come on my fingers. Show me just how desperate you are."

She shook her head, mortified. But her hips moved on their own, chasing that friction. Each little grind made slick sounds that filled the decadent silence of the room. Her breath came faster, shame crackling through her like lightning.

Then everything went tight, impossibly tight, snapping with a muffled cry. Her thighs shook violently as a small, sharp orgasm tore through her.

She buried her face against his chest, sobbing into the warm skin there. His hand didn't stop, drawing out tiny aftershocks that made her twitch and gasp.

"Pathetic," Jinhyuk murmured. But his voice held dark satisfaction.He pulled back just enough to slide his hand under her panties, then held it up. His fingers glistened with her slick.

Yura's eyes went wide. She watched, breathless, as he brought those fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean — slow, deliberate, eyes locked on hers the whole time.

Then he leaned down, his cockhead nudging against her slick entrance, only the thin lace separating them.

"You feel that?" he whispered, grinding the thick head against her folds until her breath hitched. "That's what's waiting for you next. I'm going to stretch this pretty pussy until you can't remember anything but how I feel inside you."

Her head fell back on the sofa with a strangled moan.She didn't want this. She hated this.But her body clenched in eager anticipation, aching for him to tear away the last barrier.

Jinhyuk's smile was slow, vicious.

"No more waiting, Yura."

His hands gripped her thighs, forcing them apart until her panties stretched tight, lace digging into her slick skin. Her breath caught, mortified at how exposed she was — the cool air kissing the drenched fabric that clung obscenely to her folds.

She tried to close her legs, but his grip was unyielding.

"You're dripping for me already. Why wait until tomorrow when your pussy is begging for cock tonight?"

Her whole body jolted at his raw words. Her face burned so hot it felt feverish, but between her thighs, a darker heat pooled, pulsing, traitorous.

Then he freed himself from his slacks — thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip. The head nudged against her lace-covered slit, smearing precum across the delicate fabric.

"Jinhyuk—" Her voice cracked. "Not… here…"

His hand caught her jaw, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to look at him. His eyes were dark, hungry, cruel.

"This is my club. My room. You think I care who might hear? I want them to hear. I want the whole world to know this pussy belongs to me now."

He hooked a finger in her panties, dragging the soaked lace aside. Cool air hit her swollen folds, making her shiver. Then the broad head of his cock pressed right against her entrance — slick, hot, heavy.

Yura's breath caught in her throat, a tiny sob escaping.

"Please… I—"

But he was already pushing forward, just enough to breach her, stretching her open around the thick crown. Her eyes flew wide, hands clutching at his shoulders.

Jinhyuk groaned low, voice rough as gravel.

"So tight. So fucking wet for me."

He pulled back the tiniest bit, then rolled his hips again, pushing deeper. Her walls fluttered around him, gripping, helpless.

Yura's head fell back with a strangled moan. Her body was betraying her completely, welcoming him in with obscene slick sounds.

And then he paused — thick cock buried just at the first tight ring of muscle — savoring her trembling beneath him.

"Next, I'm going to fuck you properly, right here on this sofa. Slow first, so you feel every inch. Then hard, until you forget your own name."

Yura whimpered, tears beading at the corners of her eyes. Her pussy clenched around him, desperate and terrified all at once.

And Jinhyuk just smiled, lips brushing her ear.

"Hold on tight, Yura. This is only the beginning."