Masquerade...

"Oh my goodness, 언니! It’s going to be absolutely wonderful!" Kim squeals excitedly. "So, uh, what have you told성효오빠?"

You bite your lip, looking down at your tea cup.

"야!!! 왜 고래요?! He doesn't fucking own you, 언니. Why are you so scared of him?"

You sigh, looking up at her and pouting.

Kim knows exactly what 성효 is like.

She watches you for a moment before leaning forward to take your hand in hers. "언니," she says softly, squeezing your fingers softly, "an opportunity like this doesn't come around very often, you know. These men seem to think they own us. I beg to differ!" she scoffs. "Lie to him if you must. I haven’t even bothered to tell Gen about the event at all. Either way, I’m taking you with me to this party." Kim leans back in her chair and sips her tea. "Kicking and screaming if I have to!"

Kim had been invited to an exclusive business party. You were excited to also be invited, however, the only problem being whether or not you would be able to attend masquerade-themed party at all. The authenticity of such an event required attire that would not easily be approved of by your overprotective, and all too prim-and-proper, husband. He would definitely frown upon how ‘revealing’ your costume was and would probably forbid you from even leaving the house. You, being the wife you are, would comply with his requests without so much as a protest; no matter how much it was going to kill you to miss out on such a rare event.

In the end, you decided that you were going after all. Kim was right. 박성효 did not own you. But that didn't make him any less scary. His temper was way too volatile. You decided to not reveal the whole truth to your husband. You simply told him that you were going out to a party with Kim and that you would be back rather late. He was usually too busy, or unconcerned, to care too much if you told him you were going out with Kim. You both had arranged a full plan to avoid getting in trouble. Kim had found a wonderful costume designer who had been willing to come to her office after hours to measure you both and had promised to deliver everything you both needed for the night on the afternoon of the party. You would both get ready there and make your way to the party in the limo that would pick you up from the underground car park exit of Kim’s office block. The only thing you had to do was get away from your suspicious husband.

As the limousine pulled up to the gates of the grand hotel, you couldn’t seem to suppress your excitement, all other fears and doubts about tonight pushed to the back of your mind.

"김치, 오모, look at the place!" You breathe, "I feel like I’m in a fairy tale!"

"Then I’m your fairy godmother and your husband is the evil witch!" she chuckles.

You ignore her comment, too enthralled by your surroundings and the magic of it all. Stepping out of the limo, you struggle to gather yourself. Your dress is heavily adorned with ribbons and the like, corset encrusted with jewels. It’s a work of art, off the shoulder and floor length, all smooth velvet and shiny silk, complete with a mask to complete your look. You smile to yourself, turning to Kim, as she tries to compose herself and exit the vehicle as gracefully as possible given the circumstances. As she escorts you inside, introducing you to numerous people you do not really care for, you look around, half-expectant that something bad is going to happen.

As the night wears on, you find yourself forgetting about your fear of getting caught by성효and you feel yourself starting to relax and enjoy yourself.

"So, 누나--"전횽says, fiddling with the bow tie of his tux uncomfortably, "are you enjoying yourself?" 전’s eyes flicker to your cleavage, not this first time that evening.

"Oh, it’s absolutely gorgeous here. What a brilliant idea it was." You say airily, giving him one of your innocently sweet smiles, even though his eyes are too busy to notice. You look around casually, scanning the room for Kim, who has seemingly disappeared en route through the entrance hall to the ballroom.

You feel a hand pressing into the small of your back.

"Gen’s here," Kim whispers to you softly from behind her fan. Your eyes widen in shock, mouth forming a small ‘o’, your eyes searching the crowd frantically. Your first instinct is to run and hide until you can escape home, undetected.

성효would be none the wiser…

"That--" you swallow, "That means 성효오빠 is here, r-right? "

Kim stares at you in disbelief, rolling her eyes at you. "You’re scared?"

"N-no!" you say at once, voice betraying you.

Kim chuckles. "You’re so see through, 언니."

You shift uncomfortably, toying absently with the umbrella in you pretty drink. "He’s scary…"

"I told you not to marry him." Kim sighs, half amused.

"야! I still love him! Just when he’s angry--"

You trail off as Kim turns around to greet other guests. Its only then that you notice a masked figure standing among the mass of people, drink in hand and watching you.

Your breath catches in your throat as you struggle to see where he has gone. He seems to have disappeared just as quickly as he had shown up. You grab your purse, searching through it on your way to the bathroom. You damned sure your mind is playing tricks on you. ‘I’m paranoid,’ you reason, ‘I’m just nervous because IF my husband catches me here, like this, I’m in deep trouble.’

Making your way into the through the grand ballroom you weave your way out through the kitchen. You aren't entirely sure where you’re headed, but you reason that as long as you are going in the opposite direction from where the creepy man was, you would be fine. ‘I just need to find a bathroom to freshen up, then I’m going to find Kim and beg her to let us leave before we BOTH end up in some serious trouble.’ You don’t put it passed your husband to have his men follow you here, to check up on you, to make sure you aren't lying. He’s too over-protective like this at times, but based on events of the past, he has reason to be. You eventually find you way into a suit off to the rear of the building. It’s a lot quieter down this end of the building but the whole building had been booked out specifically, so it stands to reason. You close the door behind you gently, breathing a sigh of relief. Allowing yourself a few moments of composure, you stride off towards the well-lit bathroom, extracting your compact and lipstick from your purse as you do so. You are just about to put you lipstick away when you hear the faint sound of the door to the suit clicking shut softly. You pause at once, straining to hear, trying to detect any sign of movement coming from the adjacent room. You swallow. You hear nothing. You sigh, rummaging through your purse to find your cell phone. ‘I’ll text Kim now and tell her to meet me out front. I have had enough.’ You think, pouting.

"Looking for something, mon petit?"

You spin around, a loud gasp escaping your lips. You are too stunned to scream.

"누구세요?" You manage finally, eyes widening in shock as the masked stranger advances towards you. His hands are on you in an instant, one hand covering your mouth to stifle your screams and the other around your waist, pinning you in place as he breathes in your scent.

"You thought you could escape me, Chérie?" he breathes, planting soft, wet kisses along your jaw. You struggle to free yourself but he is so much stronger than you. You already feel faint and weak (your dress is definitely not helping), as you try to fight off your attacker. "I’ve been watching you all night. I know you’re here alone." he breathes. You whimper, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Please," you murmur, his hand still cupped over your mouth, "Let me go. My husband will be looking for me!"

"But, he isn’t here tonight, is he?"

Your eyes widen, fixated on the masked man holding you hostage in the reflection of the pristine mirror. It’s like you’re watching some strange dream…

"You snuck off to this little gathering without him knowing, didn't you?" he tuts, "You’re a very naughty girl, 자기."

Before you can react, 성효 pulls his mask off furiously, pulling you into a passionate and heavy kiss. You feel your body relax at once, arms locking around his neck as he presses you closer to him, suddenly hungry for you. With a grunt, he hoists you up and carries you out into the bedroom, still kissing you eagerly. He throws you down onto the bed, eyes drinking in your body in that tight, revealing dress. He sighs as he discards his blazer hurriedly and starts to slowly unbutton his shirt. He dressed in a traditional tuxedo, but only your husband make something like that seem so… extraordinary. His beautiful body was made for such things, it seems. You swallow hard, feeling slightly breathless as성효 finally discards his shirt, turning his attention to you, sprawled out on the bed beneath him. He grins at you devilishly, eyes glinting with a mischievous kind of delight.

"You’ve been a very bad girl, baby," he says, wetting his lips and unbuckling his belt slowly, your eyes flicker between his hands and his face. You swallow again, hard. "You thought you could run away from 오빠, and he wouldn’t notice, huh?" He grins down at you again. "Get up baby, 오빠’s going to have to punish you."

Before you can protest, or attempt to reason with him, 성효grabs at the skirts of your dress. He pulls you towards him, yanking the first few layers off your lower body.

"Uh uh," he warns, when you attempt to undo the front of your corset to help him along, "I want you to keep that on baby…" He shifts himself so he’s leaning against the headboard, propped up against the pillows and reaches for you instantly. 성효 grabs you by the waist and sits you atop him in nothing but your corset and your lacy underwear. You whimper slightly, throwing your head back slightly as he suckles on your neck, nibbling gently on the skin there.

"You look so fucking hot right now baby, y’know that?" he murmurs against your skin hands trailing south to tug at your underwear. He helps you out of them swiftly and puts you in place once more and you moan loudly as his shaft rubs against your already slick opening.

"Hmm, roughing you up before got you really wet for me, didn’t it자기야?"

You inhale sharply as his hands roughly tug at your corset, pulling it down just enough to expose your breasts to his mouth. You moan his name and tangle your fingers in his hair as he suckles you, tongue rolling over your nipples, biting down occasionally but giving each equal mistreatment.

"오빠--" you pant, writhing with need, "Baby, p-please!"

"Please, what?"

"Give me what I want…" you groan, body arching with need as성효 continues to tease your slick opening and sensitive bud with the tip of his stiff member.

"You want me inside you 자기?"

You moan in response, kissing him passionately to urge him on.

"Ride me, baby."

You take a deep breath as you raise your body at once as 성효 helps you lower yourself onto his hard throbbing member. He stifles your scream as your heat encases him slowly. He groans with satisfaction, savouring every moment.

"That’s it baby- Fuck yeah. Take it all babe. Let오빠 stretch out that tight little pussy."

You grimace, letting out a sharp, quick breath as you make the final push, his cock completely buried within you.

"Good girl baby," he says breathily, leaning forward to kiss you gently and taking a firm grip of your waist, "Now, move your hips, baby. Just like this- That’s it. F-fuck yes- Ride 오빠’s cock 자기- Fuck yeah- Just like that, baby." You fall into a rhythm soon enough, 성효 guiding your every move with firm hands, kisses and words of encouragement. You whimper, a low groan of pleasure escaping your lips as one of his hands reaches down to fondle your wet clitoris.

"Come on baby," he pants, as you continue your enchanting dance above him, "Work those hips, baby.  I know you want to come for me."

He takes your left nipple between his teeth, biting down gently, as your frantically try to satisfy both your need and his. His fingers run concentric circle around your sensitive bud, rubbing against the folds as he continues to suckle and you feel your orgasm building within you.

"Ah, fuck yes, baby- You’re so fucking tight, I can’t take it- Come for me baby. Come all over오빠’s cock--"

He groans as he feels the muscles of you core and opening pulsating around his length, planted deeply within you. You scream his name as you orgasm, head thrown back, body slicked with sweat.

"Oh my GOD- 오빠 yes--! "

You are still shuddering with pleasure above him when you feel his seed release deep within you. You moan, kissing him fiercely.

When you both flop down onto the bed, locked in embrace, slicked with sweat and panting heavily, you smile with satisfaction.

"Don’t ever," 성효 pants, "try to lie and run away from me again. I WILL find you."

"야!" You say, looking up at him innocently, "I didn't lie! And I didn't run away from you and I did not lie!"

"고래? Then what do you call what you did when you saw me in the ballroom?"

You smile, running your hands along his snail-trail. "I thought I was running away from some 변대 아저씨!"

"WHAT?!"

"It’s OK, as long as my husband doesn't find out…"

"야!!!! 자기야,  왜 그래요?!!"

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