Page 71 of For You, Sir

The leather dug into his sides, drawing an alluring line across the soft meat of his hips. I bit my lip at the tempting sight and pounded him hard like he needed, gripping the belt to hold him in place. He groaned with each thrust, surrendering to my loving brutality. When his body relaxed, I gave the belt just enough slack so I could yank him roughly back against me. His ass clenched, and he cried out, a ripple of pleasure rolling through both of us.

I rode his ass hard, enjoying the slap and jiggle of his buttocks as our bodies collided. “You like that?” I asked through clenched teeth.

“Yes, Sir.Guh!”He cried out and clenched around me as I yanked him back, impaling him on my cock. “So good,” he groaned, twisting the sheets in his clenched fists.

His sweet cock bouncing just out of sight was too tempting to ignore. I dropped the belt, gripped his hip in one hand, and reached around with the other, jerking him off roughly.

He gasped, then whined, lost in sensation as I stroked him toward ecstasy. “Oh, Sir! I’m gonna come,” he whimpered.

“Good Jun,” I husked, pleasure roaring through me. “Show me.”

I stroked his cock until his body tensed, then released in a wild spasm. He wailed in ecstasy, and spasmed his hips forward, spurting wet heat into my palm. His ass clenched and throbbed, milking my cock. I groaned, hilting myself as the pleasure rolled over me, and I spilled deep inside.

As I came down, I stroked myself in and out, nursing those last throes of orgasm until I was completely spent, then released his hips. Sweaty and exhausted, I leaned back, drinking in Jun’s mussed hair, flushed face, his look of utter satisfaction. “Better?” I asked.

He pulled me down into his arms. “The best, Einar.”

Chapter 24 (Einar)

Jun had only a couple weeks left as my butler, and I was ready to make the most out of each day. But the next time I tried to get amorous, Jun politely declined. He said he thought Davies & Horne might monitor his work activities more closely for the rest of the contract, and he didn’t want to fool around during business hours.

I kept a straight face through my disappointment and told him that was fine. This way, we could test-drive our new life, where we’d only have “couple time” on evenings and weekends.

Instead, used those chaste daylight hours to prove I was a good boyfriend. Every time Jun did chores, I worked alongside him. While he mopped, I vacuumed. When he did the dishes, I dried them. (Though, when I tried to help him cook, he finally threw me out of the kitchen for “quality control reasons.”)

When Jun objected I wasn’t leaving him enough work to do, I asked him to interior decorate for me. He had impeccable taste, and I loved seeing his aesthetic touches throughout the house—elegant vases of gnarled cherry branches, accents of leather and warm-colored metal. I figured doing the design together would make thisourspace instead of mine.

And while Jun redecorated and ran errands, I disappeared behind closed doors to write. Progress was halting, but my confidence grew bit by bit, along with the script’s word count. I hoped to give Jun an early draft as a gift one day, but for now, I didn’t tell him I was writing at all. Like a pregnancy in its early stages, the developing project was too fragile to risk sharing the news.

I asked him to stay after work each night, but he always declined, and left at 5:00, for one reason or another. He needed to feed the cat. He had to pick up a prescription for his mom. He was going to a concert with his brother. Night after night, he slipped away from me, like Cinderella from the smitten Prince, and I started to worry...

Until today. He’dfinallyagreed to stay over, after arranging for his cat to spend the weekend with “Uncle Ho-Sung”.

Jun arrived that morning with a leather duffel in hand, resembling a businessman with a briefcase.Honey, I’m home.It took all my willpower to resist greeting him with a kiss.

He wanted to make me a special dessert for that evening, so I was exiled from the kitchen to keep whatever it was a secret. Too distracted to sit down and write, I spent the day digging around in the garden and daydreaming about characters and subplots.

Five o’clock came around at last, but as soon as it arrived, Jun excused himself to the master bath to take a shower and change clothes. He said a change of attire would help him “take off” his employee mindset, which I thought was a good idea. Plus, I liked my chances for amorous activities if Jun wanted to freshen up before our date.

Jun made us beef bulgogi for dinner, served with a perfectly shaped dome of rice, and a mysterious variety of pickles. It was the first time he’d made Korean cuisine for me, and the beef was so succulent and flavorful, I groaned in pleasure at the first bite.

“You should get on a cooking competition show on TV,” I said. “You’d totally clean up.”

Jun chuckled. “Ho-Sung told me the same thing.”

I made a sweeping gesture. “See? There you go.”

“You’re both ridiculous.” He took a bite of rice.

“We’ve both got good taste,” I corrected.

The smile lingered on his face for a while, but before long, Jun stared into space toward the window, looking pensive. Pondering his career? Worried about his mother’s health? Even right beside me, he felt miles away.

“What’s your next move when the studio’s contract is over?” I asked gently, pulling his attention back. “Are you getting a new assignment from your agency?”

“Mm, maybe.” He stirred the bulgogi listlessly with his chopsticks. “Deborah’s got a new client lined up for me. I’m not allowed to disclose the details, but it’s a tough one… I’m starting to think she gives me the hard jobs,” he said finally. “The ones nobody else wants.”

“Including me?” I smirked.

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