"Dressing Zico"

The next day when I woke up, I was extremely happy. All of the pain was gone and I barely felt the bullet wound. I went to the mirror and pulled off the bandage that Master Pao had put over the hole and I was shocked. It looked like it was almost completely healed. I was going to have to hug his neck. Tight!
Zico was already gone so I went to have a shower and put on some fresh clothes before he got back. I couldn’t wait to show him how great Master Pao’s cure had worked. I could barely remember anything about what had happened the day before but I knew it wasn’t good and I was hoping we could forget it happened and move on.
Zico wasn’t back when I got done so I decided to go up to his room. I pressed my ear to the door and, hoping my body guard wasn’t too mad at me, I said, “Marco!” There was nothing. Uh oh. He’s mad. I tried again. “Marco?” Still nothing. I needed to go out and make him laugh. That wasn’t hard to do because he could be such a big teddy bear if you knew where to tickle him. When I opened the door and stepped out, I ran into a wall. It wasn’t really a wall but he could have been mistaken for one.
“Excuse me? Where is Kim Marco?” I asked the giant man standing at my door.
“Kim Marco no longer works here,” he said in a monotone. He didn’t even look at me.
“What? I mean, WHAT? He doesn’t work here? Of course he does! He’s my body guard!” I said.
“No longer.”
“No longer? What are you, a robot?” I asked standing in front of him and looking up to see his face. He didn’t respond. “Okay, then who in the hell are you?” I asked.
“I am your new body guard. I’m not to tell you my name or to give you any personal information. Please go back into your room.”
I was furious and I knew exactly who I needed to yell at! “Oh, I’ll give you a name! And I promise, you won’t like it!” I walked over to the elevator and hit the button.
“Please go back into your room,” said the robot man.
“Sorry. I’m going to see Zico. But feel free to stand there and guard my underwear drawer if you’d like.”
“If you don’t reenter your room, I’ll have to forcibly place you there,” he said. He still hadn’t looked at me.
“You go ahead and try it mister. If you touch me, I’ll do my best to turn you into a woman!”
He still didn’t look at me but he moved around uncomfortably. The elevator door opened and I stepped in.
“I have strict orders not to let you out of your room or to leave for any reason.”
The doors began to close as I was saying, “I don’t give a flying fu….”
I had had enough of men controlling me and telling me what to do. I appreciated the body guard and the protection but I wanted Marco! The door opened into Zico’s suite but I didn’t see him. I stormed in and now I was in a rage.
“ZICO! GET OUT HERE NOW!” I yelled.
He came out of his bedroom with a towel around his middle and brushing his teeth. “What?” he asked as he squinted at me.
“Where’s Marco, Zico?” I asked.
He pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth. “He screwed up so I fired him. Now you have Kihyun.”
“I don’t want Kihyun, Zico! I want Marco!”
“Tough.” He put his toothbrush in his mouth and walked back into the bedroom.
I chased after him. “Get Marco back! Today! I mean it!”
He stuck his head out of the bathroom and said, “Or what?”
I didn’t know what to say. “Or…or…or I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” he asked.
“I’ll never speak to you again,” I said. I knew it was lame.
He rolled his eyes and went back into the bathroom. He came out wiping his mouth. “Well, if your mad about that then I might as well tell you that I had Dong Ki fired too.” He smiled at me.
I couldn’t believe him! “WHAT! Get them back, Zico or I swear!”
“You swear what?” He dropped his towel and I turned my head. “Stop trying to threaten me and stop acting like you haven’t seen me naked before.” He pulled on a pair of briefs. Tight little black ones. I sneaked a peek. I might have been mad but I still appreciated his body.
“Zico, Dong Ki did nothing wrong. He’s been here forever and he’s a great security guard. It wasn’t his fault I tricked him.” I turned back to face him when I heard him zip his pants.
“Elizabeth, he was tricked by a drunk girl. How great can he be?”
“He didn’t know I was drunk. He was just doing what he was told. He deserves his job back,” I said.
“He was always leering at your breasts. That was enough reason to fire him,” said Zico as he pulled on a red t-shirt.
“He looked at everyone.”
“That’s unacceptable,” said Zico. He sat on the bed to put on his shoes.
“And Marco killed two people for me! That man would die for me!”
“You were way too close to him. Besides, he lost you twice,” he said. He stood up and came over to stand in front of me. He pushed my hair behind my ear and I shook it back loose.
“Yes, we were close and that was why he would do everything in his power to keep me safe. And he didn’t lose me. I got myself kidnapped and he thought there was an emergency the second time. He didn’t just leave. He put a guard in his place,” I said and backed up a step.
“He was asleep when you were kidnapped!”
“So were you! I was with YOU then! Remember?”
Zico put an arm around me and pulled me to him. I tried to pull his arm away but he was too strong. “You’re very sexy when you’re mad. You know?”
“Get off me!” I was still trying to pull away.
“It’s cute how you think you can get away from me.” He laughed a low sexy laugh and put his face close to mine as if he was going to kiss me.
“Get Marco and Dong Ki back!” I said. I was getting more and more angry.
“Give me a kiss and I’ll think about it.”
He was lying and I knew it. “Get them back and I’ll kiss you again,” I said.
“Come here,” he said as he tried to put his mouth on mine and I dodged him. He laughed and let go. Going to the dresser to get his things, he said, “You’ll get used to Kihyun. He can be your new play thing.”
“He’s a flipping robot, Zico. And I’m not kidding. If you leave here without promising to get those two back, I won’t speak to you again.”
He walked over to me and put a finger under my chin and rubbed my bottom lip with his thumb. “That’s okay. It’s easier to kiss you when you aren’t talking.” He bent over to kiss me and I turned my head so he kissed my cheek. “I’ll be back. Go play with Kihyun.”
Zico walked out and when the doors of the elevator closed, I flopped on his bed and pushed my face into his pillow and screamed in frustration.

I didn’t go back to my room because I didn’t want to see Kihyun again. I laid on the couch and watched t.v. and waited for Zico to come back so I could punish him by not talking to him. I didn’t know where he went or how long he’d be gone and I got bored really fast. I wanted to go down to get my portfolio so that I could work on some new outfits for Zico’s upcoming events but I thought I might end up kicking Kihyun in the nads when he tried to stop me from coming back up. I looked around for something to do when I noticed Zico’s computer. “I could look up some stuff and get ideas,” I said to myself. Actually, the temptation to see what was on there was too great to pass up.
When I turned it on, the first thing I saw was a big black dragon with bloody claws. His desktop was a mess. There were icons everywhere and they had strange labels. I had expected a password but there wasn’t one. A calendar of upcoming schedules popped up in the lower right corner. He had an event in two days that I didn’t know about that seemed cryptic. It said DECISION DINNER WITH BB. There was a file labeled BLOCK B and one labeled BLOOD OF THE DRAGON. I found one named VITA and I knew that was her song. Then I found one just titled E. I opened it and different things started popping open. There were pictures of me, background checks, videos of me on GOLD AND DIAMONDS, and then there were some things written in Korean that I couldn’t read with just ELIZABETH written at the top. It looked like a song. Did he write a song about me?
There was a calendar. On the day I began working with Zico it said, “Interesting”. On the day when I had trouble with Craig, the magazines stylist, Zico had written, “She’s going to be trouble”. Then there was “Jong’s in China! FOREVER!” I laughed at that one. I noticed a gold star on the date of the first time we slept together. On the day I was kidnapped it said, “The day I died” and on the next day when I was shot it said, “The day they died”. He’s such a drama queen! I thought. On yesterdays date it said, “Should I send her home?” That made me sad and to be honest, a little afraid. Looking at it made my heart speed up. I don’t want to go home and leave Zico.
I heard the elevator so I started closing files as fast as I could. I clicked on the online button and instantly a porn video popped up. The elevator doors opened and Zico slowly walked in, looking around at me with an amused look on his face. “Really Elizabeth? Porn? You can have the real thing anytime you’d like. You just have to ask.”
My mind went blank as loud sex noises filled the room and Zico started to laugh. I couldn’t remember how to cut it off and he walked over to look at the screen and said, “Hey, this is one of my favorites!” I found the block button and hit it and then remembered how to cut the website off. “Hey! You just blocked that one!” he said.
I had so many witty retorts but I wasn’t speaking to him so I couldn’t use them. It was quiet for a second and then Zico started laughing. He laughed harder and harder while I bit my lip trying not to. He came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed. Then he let go quickly and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot. Did I hurt you?”
“No. Master Pao’s cure worked. I’m good.”
“Sit up. Let me see.” He began pulling my shirt backwards. Even though I was mad at him, I still let him look. My shirt began choking me so I reached up to unbutton a few buttons when Zico pushed my hands away and said, “Let me.” He unbuttoned the top three buttons and gently pulled my shirt back. “This might hurt a little,” he said when he started to take off the bandage. “Wow! I can’t believe it! He was right!” I started to pull my shirt forward to button it when Zico said, “Wait. What’s the hurry?” and he pulled it back again, pushing my bra straps down off of my shoulders.
I sat there, closed my eyes and breathed out a long sigh. “Did you get Marco and Dong Ki back?” I asked.
“Will my answer determine whether your shirt stays on or comes off?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Do I have to answer?” he asked.
I jerked my shirt forward and started buttoning it.
“Wait, wait, wait…” he started to say.
I got up and moved away from him. “I’m not talking to you or doing anything else for that matter until you bring them back,” I said. I went over and sat on the couch, turning on the t.v.
“Or anything else?” he asked.
“You get nothing!” I said.
“Well damn!” he said and went into the bedroom. When he came back out he sat on the other end of the couch and pulled a carton of beer out of a bag. He pulled out a green bottle and opened it, taking a long drink. He kicked off his shoes and propped his feet on the table as he leaned back and looked at me. “Nothing?”
I didn’t even look at him.
We sat in silence while he went on to drink four of the six beers. I couldn’t even say what had been on the t.v. because all of my attention had been on Zico. When he was in the room, I couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything else. Finally, I got hungry and went to the kitchen to see what there was to eat. I found some ramen and decided that would be good enough. I went to the sink to get some water when I felt Zico come up behind me. I hadn’t even heard him.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and put his face in my hair. I pushed at his hands but he kept putting them back as fast as I could move them away. I turned the water off and tried to go to put the pot on the stove but he held me there. Moving my hair to the side, he began kissing the back of my neck. I waited for him to get the message that I wasn’t going to reciprocate. He never did.
He pulled me closer and closer until I could feel his arousal through our clothes. His hands moved up to start unbuttoning my shirt but I put my hands around his and held them tight so that he couldn’t. Twirling me around to face him, he cupped my face hard with his hands and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He was lucky I didn’t bite him. Pushing my hands away, he began unbuttoning my shirt and once again I held his hands. He pulled away and looked at me. Then, without warning, he reached up and ripped my shirt open. Buttons flew in all directions with little tinkles against metal. He pulled my shirt down over my shoulders enough to trap my arms at my sides and then as he kissed my neck, he ripped at my bra. It took him three tries but he ripped the delicate lace away from my body, exposing my bare skin to him. His mouth found mine again as his hands roamed my body. One hand slipped around my breast as his thumb rubbed back and forth across my nipple.
I tried not to kiss back but he was making it so difficult. He kissed me deeper while he worked on the button and zipper on my pants. When he couldn’t get them to cooperate, he just ripped them open too.
“Zico! Stop!” I said and tried to push him away.
He grabbed my wrists and held them down against the sink. “No. You don’t get to keep this away from me after all of the crap I’ve gone through! You don’t have to talk to me but it isn’t fair to use this against me too.” He let go of my wrists and picked me up to sit me on the edge of the sink. His hands went to my hair as he pulled my head down to his and kissed me again, slower and longer.
When he broke the kiss and started taking off the rest of my shirt, I said,“Bring those two back and you can have whatever you want.”
“I’m going to take it anyway. I think I’ve earned it,” he said. He pulled me from the sink and pulled his shirt off over his head. That’s when I tried to move out of his grasp. “No you don’t,” he said and pushed me against the refrigerator. “You know you want this as bad as I do.” He began licking my neck. He was right. I did but I was also stubborn and I didn’t want to give in.
“If I say no then it’s rape, Zico.”
“Then don’t say no,” he said. He put my hands over my head and held my wrists with one hand while he pushed my pants down with the other. His mouth was finding it’s way to my breast which was my weak spot. And he knew it. When his mouth closed over my nipple and he began to gently suck and then he put his hand inside of my panties and slowly pushed one finger inside of me, I knew I had lost. I gave in. I’ll find another way to punish him!
A moan escaped from deep inside of me and I felt him smile against my breast as he made his way to the other one. Letting go of my hands, he began pushing my panties down and I worked on removing his pants. When I finally let myself give in, I couldn’t get to him fast enough. I wanted him. All of him. He finished taking off the rest of his clothes and I put my arms around his neck. When he stood back up, I brought him down for a kiss of my own and this time it was my tongue exploring his mouth. He became frenzied. Turning me around and pushing me against the fridge, His hand cupped my breast and he pushed himself into me. I cried out and he grabbed my wrists again. He raised my hands as high as they would go and pushed his body tight against mine as he thrust deeper and deeper into me. The fridge was cold against my skin but he was hot behind me and the contrast was extremely erotic. He kissed and nibbled at my back and shoulder as he went in and out of me.
All of a sudden he pulled me away from the refrigerator and, slinging the plates off of the table, he pushed me face down and went even deeper into me. I held onto the edge of the table as he got faster and harder. It hurt because of his size but it was also sexy having him so deep inside of me. I thought he would finish this way but he pulled away from me and then picked me up. Zico carried me to the bedroom, kissing me and doing to my mouth with his tongue what he had been doing to me against the table a few seconds ago.
He was surprisingly gentle when he laid me on the bed. He put his arms under my knees and raised my legs as he went into me again. His mouth went to my neck and as he licked me, he got faster and faster and began making small sexy sounds in his throat. I didn’t realize how close I was but I came loudly. He laid his cheek against my breast as his thrusting got slower and deeper and then he climaxed just as loudly as I had. I held him tight and ran my fingernails across his back.
Zico pulled out of me and with his arms wrapped around me, he laid back and took me with him. We didn’t speak, just listened to each others heavy breathing.

After a while, Zico got up and led me to the bathroom. He turned on the water in the shower and tested it’s warmth before pulling me in with him. The water felt really good as Zico stood behind me, rubbing a bar of soap all over me. He kissed my neck and I closed my eyes. His fingers brushed the stitches and he asked, “Does it hurt?”
“Not anymore,” I said.
“What does it feel like to be shot?” he asked and kissed my shoulder. The hand with the bar of soap found it’s way between my legs. It was cold against the hotness there.
My breath caught a little before I could answer but I said, “At first it didn’t feel like anything. I heard the shot and then I saw a hole appear in my chest. I didn’t feel it until I was on the ground and you were holding me. Then it felt like pain going from the wound and reaching out to all of the parts of my body and I couldn’t breath. Everything got fuzzy and then I couldn’t hear good and then it all went dark. I thought you would be the last thing I saw and I was okay with that.”
He had his arms around me and his cheek against my shoulder as he listened. I could feel his breath. “What did Jack do to you?”
“I told you, he didn’t do anything. Red wouldn’t let him,” I sort of lied.
“Then why did Red say that he had?” His cheek was still against my shoulder which made his words come out funny.
“She was just trying to make you angry.”
“He didn’t rape you?” he asked.
“No.”
“Do you promise?” he asked.
Please don’t ask me to promise. I can’t promise on a lie. “Zico, he didn’t do anything. It’s okay. I’m okay.”
“What about Jong? What did he do to you that you haven’t told me?”
“I thought we weren’t talking about him anymore,” I said.
“So there is something?” Zico picked his head up and then put his cheek against mine. I laid my head back against him as he stood there holding me.
“You saw everything that Jong did to me at the theater. Well, he kissed me one other time but that was all. Nothing else happened between me and Jong. I promise.”
“If something did happen, please tell me now. I don’t want to find out later that the things he said were true,” he said.
“He lied. He never made it past my doorway and nothing happened anywhere else. The things I let him do at the theater were to bother you. If you hadn’t been there, he wouldn’t have even gotten that far.”
He squeezed me tighter and I could feel him smile. He started rubbing the bar of soap around my body again and then he dropped it and put his hands over my breasts. They were soapy and slid around on my skin like silk. I reached up with both hands and ran my hands through his hair to give him better access. He caressed me softly all over and I wanted him again. I turned around and bent down to get the soap. I could see he wanted more too. I ran the soap up his legs and over his backside and when I got to his chest, he pushed me against the shower wall and kissed me. I put my arms around his neck and slid my body over his. Picking me up, he wrapped my legs around his waist and entered me completely with one stroke. I put my head back and cried out. He went slow until the end when we both came as hard as we had in the bedroom.
He put me down and leaned against me, pushing me into the shower wall, until he caught his breath. Then he turned me around and washed my hair. When he was done, I washed his and he began squirting shaving cream on me in naughty places. I took the can and did the same to him. We laughed as we starting putting it on each others noses and drawing clothes onto each other. When the can was empty we had laughed so hard our stomachs hurt. Then we kissed for a long time. “You are changing me you know,” he said.
“Huh? What does that mean?” I asked.
“You’re making me soft.”
“I thought I made you hard,” I said and smiled.
“Well, yes, but you know what I mean, smartass.” He smacked my butt.
“I like you soft. And hard. I like you any way I can get you,” I said.
“And you do,” he said and looked down shyly.
“Do what?” I asked.
“Have me.”

We got dressed. I had to wear one of Zico’s hoodies to cover the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra. I never went without a bra and it felt weird. I wanted to stop at my room and get some of my clothes but Zico said I was fine. I think he liked that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“First, we are going to eat and then we are going to get my hair dyed,” he said and pushed the elevator button.
“What? But I love your hair! Why?”
“I’ve had this for a while and it’s time for a change. It will be like your having sex with a different man!” He smiled down at me.
“I don’t want to have sex with a different man!” I loved his white hair.
“You’ll like it,” he said.
The elevator was taking a long time.
“Zico? Please, please, please bring Marco back. I need him. I trust him. He’s my puppy bear and he knows how to play all of our games,” I begged.
“That’s weird,” said Zico. The elevator doors opened. “I’ll tell you what. If you go down on me in the elevator and make me come before we reach the lobby, I’ll bring back Marco and Dong Ki.”
“Are you serious?” I couldn’t believe that was what it would take.
“I’m dead serious. I’ll warn you though, I’ve already come twice today and it won’t be easy. You’re going to lose.”
“You think so huh? Okay. You’re on. You promise you’ll bring them back and get rid of robot mountain?”
“I promise. I’ll even give you a head start.” He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down to mid-thigh.
“Alright but I get to do whatever it takes to win!” I said and stepped onto the elevator.
“Okay. But you have to swallow.”
I took off the hoodie and Zico’s eyes became huge. “Deal!”
The elevator doors closed as I got on my knees.
When the doors opened again in the lobby, I was smiling and Zico was leaning against the wall breathing hard.
“I win!” I said.

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