Chaebol Heirs - Book 1 Page 6

  My hands found their way into his hair and I pulled him closer, making him groan. He was pressing me against the sink, one hand resting on my hip, the other on my uninjured cheek. The kiss was tender but also demanding, and I wanted more. My hands wandered down to Namjoon’s toned chest, lightly grazing with my nails over the silk covered skin, making him hiss.

  He broke the kiss to catch his breath, his chest heaving. “We... we should go back,” he whispered against my lips. I wasn’t done with my teasing, and I palmed his cock through his pants, making him squeeze his eyes and bite down on his lower lip.

  The hand that was caressing my cheek before made its way to my neck. Namjoon gripped me firmly, making me whimper in pleasure. “You’re such a tease.” His lips peppered kisses everywhere from my earlobe to my neck. He started to grind into my touch and lifted me up so that I was now sitting on the sink, the perfect height for him to fuck me.

  The two of us were so lost in our pleasure that we hadn’t heard the knock on the door the first time. But when a loud unknown voice asked if everything was okay, we stopped. Namjoon groaned out his frustration, his head resting on my shoulder. He gave me a small kiss on my neck before he helped me down and unlocked the door, meeting the gaze of a pissed restaurant employee.

  “Sir, this is the ladies’ restroom and I have to inform the...” He was cut off by Namjoon shoving four 50.000 Korean won notes into his pocket.

  “I’m sure you can forget about what you saw here...” Namjoon looked at the employee’s name badge. “...Woojin. There’s no need to inform anyone.”

  The employee dumbfoundedly look ed at his pocket, then at Namjoon and me. “I-I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t see anything. H-have a n-nice stay.” With that he stormed off, making Namjoon a nd I chuckle.

  He looked at me sideways before leaning closer to my ear. “We’ll finish this once we’re back home, princess. I promise it’ll be worth the wait.” He gave me a quick peck before he laced my fingers with his and walked back to the table where Chinhae and Nari were waiting. They were talking about something serious but immediately stopped when they saw Namjoon and me coming back.

  “Everything alright with you two?” Chinhae was visibly concerned but when I smiled widely at him his concerned look faded away.

  “We’re more than fine, Chinhae-ah.” Namjoon confirmed but didn’t take his eyes off me.

  *

  Chinhae and Namjoon were having a heated discuss ion about how they could ruin Erik Parker's life while Nari told me something about her academic studies , when I suddenly felt Namjoon’s hand resting on my thigh. I didn’t think much about it at first, but then his hand started to wander upwards, gently squeezing the soft flesh of my exposed thigh. I was in a mint green skater skirt from Balmain, so it was an easy game for Namjoon to tease me.

  I tried to slap his hand away as discreetly as I could because I could already feel myself getting wet, but he just kept going. When I looked at him, he was still talking with Chinhae, but I could see the dirty smirk playing on his lips. I quickly took a sip of my mimosa before switching my focus back to Nari and tried to get into the story she was telling me. Namjoon’s hand discovered more and more of my body and just when I thought he wouldn’t go any further, I felt his fingers graze over my clothed clit, rubbing it at a slow pace. A high-pitched moan escaped my throat and I quickly grabbed my mimosa and gulped it down, trying to cover up the noises.

  Chinhae looked at me in worry. “Valentina-ah, you good?” I gave him a thumbs up before snatching the mimosa glass out of his hands. He was visibly confused at my behavior, making Namjoon chuckle darkly. Namjoon didn’t stop his touches, as seeing me that desperate made him hard as fuck and he enjoyed what his fingers could do to me, the usual ly composed Valentina.

  “Yeah, you good, princess?” I glared at Namjoon over the almost empty glass.

  “Will you excuse me for a second, please?” I whispered desperately before Namjoon stopped and let me head to the restroom again.

  “Yah, what is it with her today? Should I go check on her, Namjoon-ah?” I heard Chinhae’s voice before I locked the door to the restroom again. I always knew that Namjoon could be a huge tease but never in my wildest dreams would I’ve imagined that he would practically finger me under the table while my other best friend and his wife were next to us. Just as I was about to leave the restroom, Namjoon rushed inside and quickly closed the door before his lips were on mine again.

  He moved me to the sink while his lips were attached on my neck, definitely leaving love bites. One of his hands fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, trying to expose more of my soft skin and when he succeeded, he peppered kisses all over my chest. “Forget the waiting, I need to fuck you now! You have no idea how long I wanted to do this, baby,” he whispered against my skin, his hot breath making me shiver.

  “Me, too.” I grabbed him by his neck and pulled him up, my sudden boldness ma king him groan. Namjoon quickly put me back in my place, wrapping his large hand around my throat, and I could practically feel myself dripping from the manhandling.

  “I’ll let you have your moment of dominance, but not today. Now turn around and let me fuck you.” Namjoon didn’t wait for me to do so, he just turned me around so that I was now facing the huge mirror over the sink. “I want you to watch how I take you for the first time.” He maintained eye contact through the mirror as he left a trail of kisses along my exposed shoulder.

  I heard him unzip his pants and pull out a condom, making my anticipation grow. Namjoon moved my skirt up and my panties aside, the cool air hitting my pussy ma king me whimper. His fingers teased my folds and a strangled moan escaped my lips. “Bend over for me, baby.” One of his hands pressed down on my lower back, making me stick out my ass. Namjoon growled at the sight and didn’t waste any time. He positioned his cock at my entrance and slowly slid inside me. I had to bite down on my lip to hold back the loud moan. When I looked into the mirror, I could see Namjoon’s concentrated face, as if he was trying to absorb every little detail. It made me even wetter, as his concentrated look was always close to his pissed off expression – brows furrowed and jaw clenched. I loved that look on his face and seeing him like this while he shoved his dick into my tight walls was everything I needed in that moment.

  Once he bottomed out, he inhaled sharply and looked at me in the mirror before he leaned forward and kissed my neck. “We don’t have much time, but I ’ll make it up to you later, baby.” He started pounding into me at a relentless pace, making me grip the sink tightly. Namjoon lifted one of my legs up on the sink, going even deeper, all the while not breaking eye contact. I really tried to hold back my moans but when Namjoon put his hand on my clit, I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “N-Namjoon,” I whined, and it made him pound into me even harder.

  “You’re so perfect for me, baby.” He put his other hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the noises escaping my throat .

  One of my hands wandered into his hair, pulling him closer to my face. He removed his hand from my mouth and quickly, before I could make any sound, exchanged it with his lips. It was a heated kiss with tongue and teeth and I soon felt my climax building up. “Cum for me, princess,” he whispered against my lips and I felt my climax wash over me in seconds. Namjoon rode me through my orgasm and followed shortly after. The only sounds I could hear right now were our pants , the sounds of dishes clattering and the muffled voices coming from the restaurant.

  Namjoon was still inside me when the door burst open, revealing a shocked Chinhae and his wife, Nari. “I told you, no fucking when I’m around. Yah, this is so disgusting,” he whined before he started to laugh his ass off. “We just wanted to let you know that we already paid the b ill and have to go, so… BYE!”

  Once Chinhae was gone, I pushed Namjoon off me, who just chuckled to himself. “Yah, what’s so funny Mr. Kim?” I smoothed my skirt and glared at him.

  “Oh, come on, I know you want to laugh, too, Mrs. Kim.” He got rid of the condom and pul
led his pants up before he gripped me by my waist, making me giggle. Hearing him call me Mrs. Kim was something I didn’t know I needed, but it made me feel more secure about our arrangement. We cleaned ourselves up and left the restaurant in a rush.

  *

  Namjoon and I still had some hours left until we needed to join his father for dinner, so we decided to head back to the shared apartment. What we had started in the restaurant continued there: we were basically busy fucking for hours and Namjoon took me in every way possible - eating me out on the kitchen counter, fucking me on the sofa, in the shower, in his bed, in my bed, on the floor of his closet… it was like the two of us were starving for each other’s touch. Which might have been the truth, since I couldn’t get enough of Kim Namjoon and totally understood why every woman tried to get into bed with him more than once . He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was doing it more than adequately . I didn’t even care when I started to feel sore, the feeling of Namjoon’s dick deep inside me was just too delicious and quickly drowned the pain.

  When it started getting dark outside and Namjoon’s phone didn’t stop ringing, we finally let go of each other. He was in the middle of fingering my asshole, something no man before him had ever d one, and I was more than frustrated that he had to stop. “Yeah, we’re on our way dad. Okay, bye.” He ended the phone call and came back to my still naked figure on his bed, giving me a sad smile. “I’m sorry, princess but we have to go now.”

  I whined, knowing damn well that we had to leave but I really didn’t want to. Especially not when Namjoon had shown me new sexual experiences. The feeling of his lubed fingers in my asshole felt so damn good I wanted more. He could see it in my eyes and a dirty smirk made his dimples pop . He got up and walked to his closet. I didn’t know what he was doing and when he took a while, I decided to get dressed . Before I could walk out of his room to pick an outfit for tonight, a pleased “There it is” came from the closet, making me curious.

  Namjoon came out of his closet, his hands behind his back. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Get back on the bed really quick, princess.” He extended one of his arms to me. I happily obliged. When I la y back down, he leaned down and stroked my hair to the side and whispered in my ear : “I’m gonna put that little butt plug into your tight little hole and you gon’ wear it during dinner.” My head snapped and I looked at him with wide eyes.

  “W-what?” I was unable to think straight, my eyes wander ing to the small black sex toy in his hands, then back to his dark gaze. Still, he had a glint of concern playing in his eyes.

  “We don’t have to do this, but I just thought it’d be fun. Do you trust me?” Namjoon stroked his free palm over my butt cheeks. When I nodded, a firm slap landed on each of them, making me moan. “Oh, so getting spanked is also your thing?” His deep chuckle made me lift my leg up, hitting hi s back with my foot.

  “Oh, shut up, Joonie! Put that thing inside me and then let’s go,” I whined and threw my head into the pillow.

  “And being bossy, too.” He teased. Namjoon took the lube from the nightstand and spread it all over the small butt plug and into my asshole. “Relax now, princess. This could feel a bit odd at first,” he said soothingly . I felt the butt plug slowly pressing into my tight muscle, Namjoon watching my reactions carefully and stopp ing whenever he saw any kind of discomfort. When I nodded and signaled for him to continue, he pushed it deeper into my asshole and soon it was fully inside me, making me moan.

  I turned my head around and gave him a satisfied smile. “Feels good?” He leaned forward and gave me a small peck on the nose.

  “Mhm, I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” I whispered, making his eyes snap into mine in surprise.

  “You… really? But you know I need to prep you more, right? This butt plug is pretty small, and you know my dick is big…” He began rambling, making me giggle.

  “Joonie, I know. I just like the idea of you fucking me anal for the first time . N ot now, but some day. Now let’s get dressed and meet your dragon of a father.” I grinned at him and gave him a kiss on the corner of his lips before I got up.

  Namjoon threw himself back on his bed, groaning in frustration. “You’re going to be the death of me, princess,” he mumbled .

  *

  Namjoon chose a black silk shirt and a dark green suit, I chose to adapt to his style and went for a long black silk dress with spaghetti straps and a slit on one leg. My shoes were open toed and the same dark green color as his suit, perfectly showing that I belonged to him. When Namjoon saw me, his mouth fell open . “You look way too hot, wifey.” He placed a kiss on my temple, making me blush.

  Namjoon’s father had booked a table at the best sushi restaurant in Busan and was already seated . T he hostess guided us to the table, past the bar where dozens of dolled up women were seated and tr ying to catch the attention of wealthy men. When one of them caught a glimpse of Namjoon, she got up and blocked our way.

  “Namjoonie, oh my God,” the female squealed and wrapped her arms around my best friend. Wait, husband. “I missed you so, so much . Y ou didn’t call me back, but I thought we had so much fun. Are you free tonight?” She pouted and batted her eyelashes at him. The female completely ignored my existence, but I didn’t mind. That was something Namjoon should handle, as he was the one who had no self-control when it came to sex.

  “Uhm, Jessica was it, right?” His hand reached out for mine. “Look, I know we had fun, but I’m taken. Or moreover, I’m married. So, if you’d please move to the side now and let my wife and me head to our table.” Without waiting for her response, Namjoon walked away holding my hand. When I walked past the woman, she glared at me and when her gaze dropped to my hand and the ring it had on it, she was fuming out of jealousy.

  “Oh my god, did this really happen? Kim Namjoon dumped you?” Another female asked Jessica.

  “Did you see that ring? It’s definitely a custom work from Harry Winston, it costs a fortune!” Another one screeched out of excitement.

  “I can’t believe he’s off the market.” The other woman whined in disappoint ment . I smirked at the comments, and it was really amusing to hear how desperate women were for Kim Namjoon now that he was all mine. I focused on the current situation when I heard Namjoon’s father ’s excited voice .

  The table was filled with business partners , investors and his new wife. Mr. Kim had gotten married again last year and pressured Namjoon to accept her as his stepmom, but Namjoon was still angry and tended to ignore her completely. There were only two seats left , right next to said woman, who smiled politely at me.

  “Namjoon-ah! Valentina-ah! You made it, come here, have a seat son. Oh, and daughter!” He laughed and the whole table joined in. Namjoon stiffened next to me and made no move to sit down next to his stepmom, so I decided to take the seat and let him sit between me and one of the investors. Namjoon gave me a thankful smile and squeezed my hand before he joined in the conversation the other men were having .

  I initiated small talk with his stepmother, who I always felt sorry for. Of course, I knew about how Namjoon’s father had treated his mother and how he dumped her at the psychiatr y center because she started self-harming when she couldn’t take the abuse anymore. And n ow he put his new wife practically on a pedestal, making Namjoon angry, and I completely understood why he was holding a grudge against his father. But his stepmom was actually a very nice person and didn’t deserve the treatment she got from Namjoon .

  I could feel how grateful she was that I was talking to her. Namjoon’s father spoke and the conversation around the table ceased. “I’m so grateful that we’re all here today, as a family and also as a strong company.” I glanced at Namjoon, who rolled his eyes. “And also, I’m happy to announce that my son, Namjoon, finally found someone worth his caliber and got married. To be honest, I didn’t see it coming. Valentina has been his best friend for years and now look at them - happily married! So, what I wanted to say in the first place: Valentina, welcome to the family.�
� Everyone raised their glass and smiled politely at Namjoon and I.

  After we finished eating , Namjoon began walking around the table as expected of the responsible son who needed to charm the partners and investors. As a man, it was easier for him to be accepted into this judgmental society, even with his wild escapades. As a woman it was harder, and everyone at the table knew about my family’s debt and I could even hear some of them whisper that I was lucky to get married to a guy like Namjoon or that he had married me out of pity.

  “Don’t listen to them, all these men at this table are pigs anyways.” The obscene words Namjoon’s stepmother used made me choke on my drink. She laughed heartily before she leaned closer and started to spill all the gossip surrounding the men. It was hilarious , and my mood lifted considerably . Namjoon was currently in a discussion with his father ’s lawyer , visibly bored but he still tried to keep his polite smile . When his gaze met mine, his eyes lit up and he gave me a dimpled smile, making me blush.

  “I’ve never seen him this happy before,” his stepmother stated. “He usually used these occasions to embarrass his father, but I guess you know about that. After all, you know him better than me.”

  I looked at the woman next to me and expected her to look bitter but all I saw was sadness. She really wanted to make things work with Namjoon and with what I knew about her so far , she really was a kind person.

  “Give him some time, Mrs. Kim. Namjoon tends to be stubborn and even Chinhae and I often don’t know what’s going on in that head and I mean, we’re his best friends.” I patted her hand in a friendly way. “But if you want a tip how to win him over - he has a weak spot for art. There’s a new exhibition of one of his favorite artists in Seoul next week, you should go visit it with him . I bought tickets anyway, you can have them.”