Devil's Paramour
He was making an effort not to look at me.
I was staring at him.
We'd been sitting like that for a few minutes. After my orgasm he'd spent a few minutes kissing me wherever he could. I didn't mean to but I mentally fell in to the past. His kisses were gentle and I relaxed completely in to his embrace. But then I'd murmured something against his lips, “Can we talk now?” and he'd frozen. He'd pushed me off of him and gone back to glaring out the plane's window. I knew this would be hard, of course it would. But it couldn't be left alone. We had too much history and I had too much guilt. He'd promised me if I gave him what he wanted he would give me what I want. And I had, so his part of the deal needed to be fulfilled.
“You said we could talk.” I reminded him. The rolling of his eyes made my hand twitch. One slap, Tao couldn't run that fast could he?
“I never said that.” his jaw clenched in annoyance.
“You said we could talk if you got what you wanted,” I mentally threw daggers at his stupid eyes, “I let you jack me off. Now let's talk Kris.” I hissed his name.
Because really how could he not want to talk to me? It had been five years. Five years of not seeing each other, five years he had to be wondering and he had to have questions. It was five years of my dreams about him every night, of regret and want. Five years, he wanted to talk just as much as I did.
“Fine. Talk.” he surrendered and I sat up straight with my full attention on him.
Now was my chance, to get the truth about whatever this was, to understand it. To heal any old wounds we both had, maybe I could make this work again. Maybe we could make something for us out of the broken pieces of the past.
And yet...I couldn't think of anything to say.
“Um...” I started. I gulped audibly when his sharp eyes glared at me. Great. I was the one to pressure him in to talking and I didn't know what to say. Brilliant.
“So, how have you been?” an uncomfortable smile on my lips. His piercing eyes made me cower a tiny bit.
“Really? How have I been? Minseok don't bullshit me.” he scoffed and turned his face away. One slap. Just one to get him off of his high horse. It wouldn't kill him.
“Well what do you want to say then? You have anything better?” I challenged. Figures he did. After a bad break up and then five years of no answers, of course he had something to say to me.
“Okay then, answer me this; What was the real reason you broke up with me?” even though his voice was gentle, the question was heavy.
I knew he'd ask that.
I knew he'd read through all of my bullshit from five fucking years ago. After promising him that I'd stay with him forever, no matter what our parents said, I'd left him anyways. And with a lame excuse too.
--Five Years Earlier--
I couldn't look him in the eyes. Even as he pushed me against a wall and glared down at me I couldn't do it. I stared at a button on his chest wishing he would just leave it. But that wasn't how Kris worked.
“What's wrong? Who is making you do this?”his words were coming out shaky and broken. I wasn't going to look up at him. If I did I'd be honest, and he'd know the truth. Lying was easier.
“I told you. My father needs me to work for him. That's it.” I replied with a firm tone. Why couldn't he just believe me? I was trying to so hard to keep myself together.
“Minseok! Tell me the truth!” he demanded.
I growled and pushed him off of me, “I told you already! That's it. We're over! I can't be with you.”
The yelp of pain barely got to leave my mouth when he slammed me back in to the wall, his mouth covering mine and taking my breath away.
I just wanted to hold him, cling to him like he was to me. But I couldn't. I turned my head away from his lips, I stayed still and felt him glaring at me. He was probably shocked, probably hurt. That didn't matter though. This relationship wasn't going to go any further. It couldn't. It was impossible.
“I said, it's over.” I breathed and effectively held in my tears. With what little strength I had left I pushed him away again. I pushed him away like a fool. Because all I really wanted to do was hold him close and never let him go.
“I have a duty to my family. You know that. They are more important than you.” so many lies I was spewing. I had an opportunity to leave them with no strings attached. I loved him. More than anything else in the world.
“I don't want to be with you.” the biggest lie of them all. I wanted to be with him forever, never leave his side. I didn't want to be with him? Absurd.
His last words cut through me.
“I hate you.” he spat. His retreating footsteps made it a little easier to breath before I fell to the floor in to a whimpering mess. I wanted him so much. I loved him so much.
But it would never work out. They didn't want us together, they were going to rip us apart anyways so what was the point? And I'd heard them talking to him. He had agreed to it. He was going to leave me anyways, why no beat him to it?
I thought I could rely on him.
But all I had was my family. The family I'd wanted to leave behind so badly, I needed the most.
“Appa?” I called in the receiver of my phone. He asked me what was wrong, where was I so he could come help. I was such an idiot for thinking to leave my father behind.
“I'm sorry. I made a mistake.” my voice was breaking as I cried harder.
“Please, take me back. I'm sorry, please Appa!” my voice reached out through the phone. My sobbing was loud, but my heart was settling down with the knowledge that my father was coming to get me. That he would fix it. He loved me. He'd be there soon.
--Present--
“I already told you why. My family-“
“needed you. I know.” Kris rolled his eyes and shook his head at me. We both knew I was lying, but wasn't going to say the truth anytime soon.
“Why are you doing all of this?” I asked.
“Well unlike someone, I'm going to be completely honest,” his snide comment made my hand twitch. He sighed deeply, looking at me with a steady gaze.
I was expecting him to say it was actually for revenge, for our break up, for my lies. He had always hated it so much when I lied, and he'd always seek out revenge when I did lie.
Truthfully I'd wanted him to say he missed me, that he still cared about me. That all this time he'd thought about me too, and he wanted us to get together again. I never thought he'd actually say that though. Kris was a prideful creature, he didn't like to let his guard down so easily. But I found my mouth wide open and my eyes trained on him in shock.
“Because I want you beside me.” he admitted simply. My heart, how loud could it get?
“I will keep you from prison, keep you alive, if you stay beside me.” for a second I thought I saw that emotion behind his cold stare.
“You will give me back the five years you robbed me of. Do you understand?” he checked. Did this mean, we were together again? Like together, in relationship? I didn't even hesitate. Even with my cold exterior all these years, in front of him it melted so quickly.
“I understand.” I replied. There it was again, the dark glint in his eyes.
“Good. Then you'll have no problem opening your legs nice and wide when we get back to my place.” he mused. His obvious intentions made me a tad confused and a whole lot turned on.
I tried to rationalize his behavior; any pair of lovers that had been separated for so long wanted to reunite physically right? Right.
But a small alarm went off in my head at the discomfort lining my senses.
This wasn't usual, even if I hadn't seen Kris in five years, I knew him like the back of my hand.
Sure, he'd probably matured a lot since then, and he'd obviously changed his style. But he couldn't of changed that much. My Kris? The gentle giant I'd fallen in love with in high school? For some odd reason I couldn't find him in the present Kris that sat before me. My Kris wasn't so crude about our sex life, even when we were alone he only had the guts to whisper dirty things in my ear. This Kris had the balls to jack me off in the middle of a plane?
Odd.
Different.
Was something off here?
When we landed he immediately stood up and pulled me with him. I gaped at the freaking mansion before me.
The house was just beautiful and dreamy and amazing. The lighting illuminated the windows nicely, the wide expanse of a pool gave it a paradise feel. And Kris told me this was just one part of the house.
He walked through with confident steps, while I kept looking around in awe at the great marble and the paintings and the gold in the walls. There were so many hallways and so many doors. I quickly realized this house was much bigger than my first impression.
I almost asked for a full tour, but I was pulled up the stairs and thrown in to a room.
Kris let me look around for a bit. The room was massive, a king sized bed in the middle of it with long red drapes falling down. The furniture was a deep red, the carpet a gentle mocha. When I found a the smallest photo of myself pushed in to corner of a mirror, I realized this room belonged to Kris.
“Well,” I coughed and turned to look at the man staring at me with hungry eyes, “this is a little bigger than your parents house. If I remember correctly.” I joked. He didn't laugh.
“Take of your clothes.” he growled. I gulped. Really? He wanted to do this now?
I watched him with wide eyes as he made to come closer to me. I stepped back.
“You're going to be shy with me?” he laughed and I pouted. It'd been a long time since I'd had sex thank you very much.
“I took your virginity Minseok. I've seen the most private parts of your body,” he took more steps forward, my knees hit the edge of his bed.
“I know what hurts you, what turns you on,” he listed. His knees touched mine. With a gentle push to my shoulder I fell back on to the bed.
“I know what makes you moan, what makes your eyes roll back” he crawled on top of me. I couldn't breath. I wanted him so bad.
“I know how to fuck you just the way you like it.” his dark chuckle made me groan out loud. With a rough tug my pants were gone. I volunteered to take off my own shirt and then reached up to take his off as well.
It was different from when we were kids. He was obvious more experienced and so was I. We knew how to make it last, how to bring each other to our wits ends. We also knew our bodies well, I'd missed his toned chest and his godly back. He knew my weak spots, how to make my eyes roll back.
He was a little more rough than I'd expected, he had me bent over the edge of the bed half the time as he pounded in to me.
When I was finally exauhsted I collapsed on to the bed and pulled him to me. I kissed him and he kissed me. I confessed that I'd missed him, I still loved him, I wanted to be with him.
He didn't asnwer back, he just continued to thrust in to me until he was done.
I fell asleep in his arms. Somehting I hadn't done in awhile. Something I'd taken for granted.
“You're mine now Xiumin.” he smiled against my forehead. He'd finally used my other name like I had requested of him.
I nodded. I was his.
I just didn't realized when he said that, he didn't mean it in a relationship kind of way. He didn't mean, I am yours and you are mine. Not romantic at all.
He meant it like he was the owner and I was his property.
He meant a bitch, a sex slave, a fuck toy. Property.
But I would figure that out later.
I was staring at him.
We'd been sitting like that for a few minutes. After my orgasm he'd spent a few minutes kissing me wherever he could. I didn't mean to but I mentally fell in to the past. His kisses were gentle and I relaxed completely in to his embrace. But then I'd murmured something against his lips, “Can we talk now?” and he'd frozen. He'd pushed me off of him and gone back to glaring out the plane's window. I knew this would be hard, of course it would. But it couldn't be left alone. We had too much history and I had too much guilt. He'd promised me if I gave him what he wanted he would give me what I want. And I had, so his part of the deal needed to be fulfilled.
“You said we could talk.” I reminded him. The rolling of his eyes made my hand twitch. One slap, Tao couldn't run that fast could he?
“I never said that.” his jaw clenched in annoyance.
“You said we could talk if you got what you wanted,” I mentally threw daggers at his stupid eyes, “I let you jack me off. Now let's talk Kris.” I hissed his name.
Because really how could he not want to talk to me? It had been five years. Five years of not seeing each other, five years he had to be wondering and he had to have questions. It was five years of my dreams about him every night, of regret and want. Five years, he wanted to talk just as much as I did.
“Fine. Talk.” he surrendered and I sat up straight with my full attention on him.
Now was my chance, to get the truth about whatever this was, to understand it. To heal any old wounds we both had, maybe I could make this work again. Maybe we could make something for us out of the broken pieces of the past.
And yet...I couldn't think of anything to say.
“Um...” I started. I gulped audibly when his sharp eyes glared at me. Great. I was the one to pressure him in to talking and I didn't know what to say. Brilliant.
“So, how have you been?” an uncomfortable smile on my lips. His piercing eyes made me cower a tiny bit.
“Really? How have I been? Minseok don't bullshit me.” he scoffed and turned his face away. One slap. Just one to get him off of his high horse. It wouldn't kill him.
“Well what do you want to say then? You have anything better?” I challenged. Figures he did. After a bad break up and then five years of no answers, of course he had something to say to me.
“Okay then, answer me this; What was the real reason you broke up with me?” even though his voice was gentle, the question was heavy.
I knew he'd ask that.
I knew he'd read through all of my bullshit from five fucking years ago. After promising him that I'd stay with him forever, no matter what our parents said, I'd left him anyways. And with a lame excuse too.
--Five Years Earlier--
I couldn't look him in the eyes. Even as he pushed me against a wall and glared down at me I couldn't do it. I stared at a button on his chest wishing he would just leave it. But that wasn't how Kris worked.
“What's wrong? Who is making you do this?”his words were coming out shaky and broken. I wasn't going to look up at him. If I did I'd be honest, and he'd know the truth. Lying was easier.
“I told you. My father needs me to work for him. That's it.” I replied with a firm tone. Why couldn't he just believe me? I was trying to so hard to keep myself together.
“Minseok! Tell me the truth!” he demanded.
I growled and pushed him off of me, “I told you already! That's it. We're over! I can't be with you.”
The yelp of pain barely got to leave my mouth when he slammed me back in to the wall, his mouth covering mine and taking my breath away.
I just wanted to hold him, cling to him like he was to me. But I couldn't. I turned my head away from his lips, I stayed still and felt him glaring at me. He was probably shocked, probably hurt. That didn't matter though. This relationship wasn't going to go any further. It couldn't. It was impossible.
“I said, it's over.” I breathed and effectively held in my tears. With what little strength I had left I pushed him away again. I pushed him away like a fool. Because all I really wanted to do was hold him close and never let him go.
“I have a duty to my family. You know that. They are more important than you.” so many lies I was spewing. I had an opportunity to leave them with no strings attached. I loved him. More than anything else in the world.
“I don't want to be with you.” the biggest lie of them all. I wanted to be with him forever, never leave his side. I didn't want to be with him? Absurd.
His last words cut through me.
“I hate you.” he spat. His retreating footsteps made it a little easier to breath before I fell to the floor in to a whimpering mess. I wanted him so much. I loved him so much.
But it would never work out. They didn't want us together, they were going to rip us apart anyways so what was the point? And I'd heard them talking to him. He had agreed to it. He was going to leave me anyways, why no beat him to it?
I thought I could rely on him.
But all I had was my family. The family I'd wanted to leave behind so badly, I needed the most.
“Appa?” I called in the receiver of my phone. He asked me what was wrong, where was I so he could come help. I was such an idiot for thinking to leave my father behind.
“I'm sorry. I made a mistake.” my voice was breaking as I cried harder.
“Please, take me back. I'm sorry, please Appa!” my voice reached out through the phone. My sobbing was loud, but my heart was settling down with the knowledge that my father was coming to get me. That he would fix it. He loved me. He'd be there soon.
--Present--
“I already told you why. My family-“
“needed you. I know.” Kris rolled his eyes and shook his head at me. We both knew I was lying, but wasn't going to say the truth anytime soon.
“Why are you doing all of this?” I asked.
“Well unlike someone, I'm going to be completely honest,” his snide comment made my hand twitch. He sighed deeply, looking at me with a steady gaze.
I was expecting him to say it was actually for revenge, for our break up, for my lies. He had always hated it so much when I lied, and he'd always seek out revenge when I did lie.
Truthfully I'd wanted him to say he missed me, that he still cared about me. That all this time he'd thought about me too, and he wanted us to get together again. I never thought he'd actually say that though. Kris was a prideful creature, he didn't like to let his guard down so easily. But I found my mouth wide open and my eyes trained on him in shock.
“Because I want you beside me.” he admitted simply. My heart, how loud could it get?
“I will keep you from prison, keep you alive, if you stay beside me.” for a second I thought I saw that emotion behind his cold stare.
“You will give me back the five years you robbed me of. Do you understand?” he checked. Did this mean, we were together again? Like together, in relationship? I didn't even hesitate. Even with my cold exterior all these years, in front of him it melted so quickly.
“I understand.” I replied. There it was again, the dark glint in his eyes.
“Good. Then you'll have no problem opening your legs nice and wide when we get back to my place.” he mused. His obvious intentions made me a tad confused and a whole lot turned on.
I tried to rationalize his behavior; any pair of lovers that had been separated for so long wanted to reunite physically right? Right.
But a small alarm went off in my head at the discomfort lining my senses.
This wasn't usual, even if I hadn't seen Kris in five years, I knew him like the back of my hand.
Sure, he'd probably matured a lot since then, and he'd obviously changed his style. But he couldn't of changed that much. My Kris? The gentle giant I'd fallen in love with in high school? For some odd reason I couldn't find him in the present Kris that sat before me. My Kris wasn't so crude about our sex life, even when we were alone he only had the guts to whisper dirty things in my ear. This Kris had the balls to jack me off in the middle of a plane?
Odd.
Different.
Was something off here?
When we landed he immediately stood up and pulled me with him. I gaped at the freaking mansion before me.
The house was just beautiful and dreamy and amazing. The lighting illuminated the windows nicely, the wide expanse of a pool gave it a paradise feel. And Kris told me this was just one part of the house.
He walked through with confident steps, while I kept looking around in awe at the great marble and the paintings and the gold in the walls. There were so many hallways and so many doors. I quickly realized this house was much bigger than my first impression.
I almost asked for a full tour, but I was pulled up the stairs and thrown in to a room.
Kris let me look around for a bit. The room was massive, a king sized bed in the middle of it with long red drapes falling down. The furniture was a deep red, the carpet a gentle mocha. When I found a the smallest photo of myself pushed in to corner of a mirror, I realized this room belonged to Kris.
“Well,” I coughed and turned to look at the man staring at me with hungry eyes, “this is a little bigger than your parents house. If I remember correctly.” I joked. He didn't laugh.
“Take of your clothes.” he growled. I gulped. Really? He wanted to do this now?
I watched him with wide eyes as he made to come closer to me. I stepped back.
“You're going to be shy with me?” he laughed and I pouted. It'd been a long time since I'd had sex thank you very much.
“I took your virginity Minseok. I've seen the most private parts of your body,” he took more steps forward, my knees hit the edge of his bed.
“I know what hurts you, what turns you on,” he listed. His knees touched mine. With a gentle push to my shoulder I fell back on to the bed.
“I know what makes you moan, what makes your eyes roll back” he crawled on top of me. I couldn't breath. I wanted him so bad.
“I know how to fuck you just the way you like it.” his dark chuckle made me groan out loud. With a rough tug my pants were gone. I volunteered to take off my own shirt and then reached up to take his off as well.
It was different from when we were kids. He was obvious more experienced and so was I. We knew how to make it last, how to bring each other to our wits ends. We also knew our bodies well, I'd missed his toned chest and his godly back. He knew my weak spots, how to make my eyes roll back.
He was a little more rough than I'd expected, he had me bent over the edge of the bed half the time as he pounded in to me.
When I was finally exauhsted I collapsed on to the bed and pulled him to me. I kissed him and he kissed me. I confessed that I'd missed him, I still loved him, I wanted to be with him.
He didn't asnwer back, he just continued to thrust in to me until he was done.
I fell asleep in his arms. Somehting I hadn't done in awhile. Something I'd taken for granted.
“You're mine now Xiumin.” he smiled against my forehead. He'd finally used my other name like I had requested of him.
I nodded. I was his.
I just didn't realized when he said that, he didn't mean it in a relationship kind of way. He didn't mean, I am yours and you are mine. Not romantic at all.
He meant it like he was the owner and I was his property.
He meant a bitch, a sex slave, a fuck toy. Property.
But I would figure that out later.