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You had been busy for weeks. You went from France, passing bu Korea, to Brazil and back to Korea within, more or less, a month. The only thing that kept you going was your boyfriend.
Last time you were in South Korea, Kim Jongdae had showed you exactly how much he had missed you. You got very personal lessons on the routine in “Artificial Love”. Five days. Five days reviving the highs you two had in London. Except that, this time, you went out and actually went a little bit sightseeing. Mostly at less crowded places and at night. Like long walks on the Han riverside.
You also met his friends. All the members and his best childhood friend, Clover. She and Angel had officially welcomed you to the “EXO’s Girlfriends Club”. You soon found out every single one of them had nicknames. They respectively dated Minseok and Chanyeol.
Sirena, a makeup artist, dated Baekhyun for a few months now. You had asked Jongdae about that nickname and he said it had something to do with an inside joke about a monster. “Okay, then” you answered him, but you still didn’t get it.
The last one you were introduced to, was Yixing’s girlfriend. They had been together the longest, and her nickname was Summer. She had told you it was because it was the season they had met. “Now, that’s a plausible explanation” you thought to yourself.
Apparently there were more partners of EXO members, but those were the only ones you were acquainted to, at least yet.
Your nickname was Lottie, or Little Lottie. Jongdae himself had come up with it. After an especially intense intercourse on the sofa, you two snuggled and watched a movie. The Phantom of the Opera was on, and he noticed that this was Raoul’s childhood nickname for Christine. Your hair resembled hers: brown and very curly.
Those five days were like a dream. It was as if you two had never been apart since London. Great sex, delicious food, interesting company and new acquaintances could sum up your short trip. But, reality was: you two had jobs to go back to. So, you went to Brazil, as an official translator for the South Korean Olympic Committee.
Your longing for your boyfriend was soothed by his voice. His songs were all on your beloved iPod and your favorite during the whole trip was “Lotto”. Every moment you had to yourself you had your earphones on, blasting the song.
Work was chaotic in Rio. There was much to do, many appointments to attend on different (and far from each other) sites. You were like a busy bee going back and forth. And the heat was killing you slowly, even in their winter. So, after your last official duty, you convinced your boss to give you more vacation days. He unwillingly accepted, and so, you flew first thing back to Seoul.
Your boyfriend couldn’t greet you on the airport like last time. The Lotto repackage was at their full speed on promotions, and they were short on one man. Jongin was still on recovery.
Even so, you were going to see each other tonight at a fiver star secluded hotel. It had a foreigners-only casino downstairs and it was perfect for a little getaway. He had everything arranged and you only had to give your nickname on the front desk.
It was kind of weird answering “Little Lottie” when the receptionist asked your name. But celebrities and their close ones often give fake names there, it was pretty standard. To you, it was weird, exciting and funny at the same time. The smiling receptionist said you were going to stay at the “Chateau Suit”.
You got to the top floor with your travel bags and gasped as you entered the most luxurious bedroom you’ve ever been at. It had a gothic touch, something that could have just came out of an Anne Rice novel. The heavy bordeaux drapes covering the windows and the canopy bed plus the crystal chandeliers created the mood. Expensive hardwood furniture and a fluff carpet only made it look more like a castle.
The bathroom had the same style decoration. A black four-legged bathtub drawn your attention. You decided that a hot bubble bath while you waited for your boyfriend was great to pass your time. And relax your muscles. You prepared it, striped and entered the warm water, a sensation of calmness taking over you as your body submerged on the bubbly surface.
Soon you were snoozing, the tension of the constant flying accumulated on the past month getting off of you as the bath salts worked their magic. You embarked on a dreamless sleep.
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Someone ringed at the door. You got up, a little disoriented and light headed. Like the morning you woke up at the plane after meeting Jongdae. You threw a silk robe on yourself and asked who was at the door. Someone said “Room service” and you confirmed it looking at the peephole.
A member of staff brought in a cart with nothing less than a bottle of Don Pérignon and the biggest steamed lobster you’ve ever seen. The man with the hotel uniform announced that it was a gift from your patron. He could only have been talking about your beloved Jongdae. He informed you that in about half an hour another gift would arrive.
He was really pampering you. This wasn’t much like him, who had a casual style and low profile. However, you allowed yourself to accept your situation without second thoughts. So, you ate and drank, the sweet bubbly liquid tingling in your throat. The combination of the expensive Champagne and sea food made your taste buds throw a party at your mouth.
You had just finished brushing your teeth after the meal when there was someone at the door again. You opened and this time a bunch of people were at your door. You opened it and was almost run over by a stampede of beauticians. A very short woman with a kind smile presented herself and said this was your patron’s orders. Of course.
You remembered a quote from the recent drama you were watching, Cinderella and Four Knights:“why rich men have a Pretty Woman complex?”. The oddest thing was that this wasn’t like Jongdae at all, but you didn’t seem to care. It wasn’t even in your mind that your boyfriend would never do such a thing.
After you were treated like a living doll for a while, you were ready. Your curly hair was styled a bit, but your natural curls were still there. A long white dress that belonged in a red carpet hugged your body and accentuated all your most beautiful features. Real diamonds adorned your ears and wrists.
A pair of high heel shoes, the color of whine matched your lipstick. The makeup artist gave you the lipstick for you to reapply when necessary. Your eyes grew big as you saw it was the color Diva, by MAC. You peeped at her makeup kit and all the expensive brands could be seen: MAC, Chanel, Guerlain, Shiseido, Dior, Yves Saint Laurent… Your patron wasn’t kidding. You put the lipstick inside your silver clutch.
The kind woman announced that you had to go to the casino in five minutes, no more no less. She clapped her hands twice and the crew of beauticians left the room. If you weren’t so bewildered, you could have noticed that it was impossible for your boyfriend to be at the casino: South Korea had a straight policy and nationals could only gamble in pre determinate areas. The casino you were at was exclusive for international tourists.
As your feet climbed down the stairs, much like Mia Thermopolis on the estate dinner in “Princess Diaries”, you felt nervous. The sensation of fogginess in your heart grew more intense as you approached the main hall. You could hear loud music coming from somewhere but you could only see the betting tables. No sign of Jongdae. Masked people stared at you, marveled at your beauty.
An intimidating security approached you and told you to follow him. How he knew who you were, it was a mystery. He guided you through a hallway with different doubled doors. One of those you could see the source of the sound: a party was happening there: bodies and stroboscopic lights dancing amidst the foggy environment.
People were also using masks. By the door you saw a masked man giving a white pill to a masked lady. He put it on her tongue and she closed her mouth, sucking his finger on its way out. The strong lights hurt your eyes, so you looked away.
Some doors led to private play rooms, full of people with covered faces. In another door you could hear people cheering. You saw a glimpse of a huge cage. Seconds later, a cuisine chef came out with a bloody and almost dead cock with lots of missing feathers on his hands. You rushed to get more close at the security guard, scared of the sight. He suddenly stopped and you almost bumped into him.
In yet another room you could swear you heard the howling of wolfs, but the door was tight shut and you could only guess what was inside. Maybe it was your imagination and the champagne talking.
He opened the biggest door on the end of the hall and you entered a duplex room. The windows were spacious and had bars in it. A set of rough iron stairs laid at the bottom of the room, leading to an unknown set of doors.
In the center of the room, a big marbled gambling table. And sitting in the middle of it, Kim Jongdae. Your patron wore a white half opened shirt and many necklaces. He had a glass of bright red wine on his hand. He threw money at the table and the masked people cheered.
Your eyes met, but he looked away. Instead of welcoming you, he motioned for the bodyguard. The huge man grabbed you by your arm and guided you until you were next to him. You were standing beside him and he examined you from head to toe. He nodded with a wicked smile and the security left the room.
“This is a once-in-a-lifetime offer. The rules are simple…” he said, playing with a couple of chips on his hands. He looked you straight in the eye and you held his gaze. You stood there, not being able to move. “You’ll obey all my commands tonight. No asking. No sass. No talking back. No safe word. Tonight you’ll surrender all aspects of you to me. You shall address me as ‘Prince’ or ‘Your Highness’ and will be rewarded if you follow my commands and rules. Break them and you will be punished. Understand?”
You swallowed, excitement growing on your stomach. Desire was taking over you with every word that came out of his mouth. It was leaving you again light headed and it was covering your instincts. They screamed at you that your boyfriend would never engage at anything without a safe word. You nodded. He raised an eyebrow at you and you answered: “Yes, Your Highness”.
His terrifying grin widened. “Now, Little Lotto. Your seat for the night is your Prince’s lap.” It didn’t sound weird to you that Little Lottie was your real nickname and that Jongdae wasn’t much blatant about his dominating side. You moved to your seat, holding the skirt of your dress to position yourself. You placed your clutch on the table.
The familiar electric shocks began when his left hand rested on your lower back, balancing you. You rested your hands on your knees and waited. He kept on playing like you weren’t there. From time to time his hands would caress your skin and touch you in your breasts or your ass, always above your dress.
He ordered more champagne for you and you drank it. Glass after glass, the casino chips and dollar bills flying on the table, the roulette spinning nonstop, you felt so light you could fly. People cheered, laughed and talked loudly while playing. They didn’t seem to mind he was feeling you in front of everyone. You did not find out of place the that you didn’t get sleepy after that much alcohol, like you always did.
Jongdae would only smile at you from time to time, when you would whimper quietly after he touched you. The rest of the time, his poker face was perfect. He stayed focused on the game and ignoring you. You were growing impatient, but you didn’t want to break the rules. You watched him play and squirmed when he would touch you occasionally.
After he squeezed your butt cheeks particularly hard, you moaned. He looked at you, those dark eyes devouring you. “Calm down” he ordered you, a hand playing with some loose curls behind your ear.“It’s not time to hit the Lotto just yet.” He said. You bit your lip, but nodded in agreement. “Yes, my Prince” was your answer. His eyes were focused on your lips as you bit them yet again.
To your surprise he kissed you, a ferocious urge on his touch. Tongue on your tongue, then teeth on your lips. His hand ripped the fabric of the skirt of your dress, making room for him. He made you straddle him, your tore dress now allowing you so. His mouth exploring yours roughly. His hands on your waist and back. Once again the small crowd didn’t even care you were moments away from fucking each other right then and there.
He kissed your neck and collarbone as he said between his motions: “That wine color lipstick drives me crazy”. You could taste the red wine on his mouth. The wine of your lip smudging his skin and the alcohol in your blood knocking all your inhibitions. You grinded on his lap, the volume on his pants growing by the second, eager to have him all to yourself.
He growled under you with the friction. Suddenly, he pulled your hair above the nape of your head in a fistful. The bittersweet sensation of pain and pleasure hit you while he reminded you he was lightening: a force of nature not to be messed with. He looked at you, one hand holding you firmly by your waist. The other grabbed your hair and forced you to look at him.
“You must be punished for making me loose it, Princess. I think you need to cool down a bit.” He said with a stern expression. At that moment the room was silent, the masked figures paying close attention now. Only the popcorn was missing, they were watching you carefully like you two were starring an amusing movie.
He let your hair go, as you breathed painfully, your chest bounded by the tight white dress. His left hand still grabbing your waist. He called the security guard again and told him to take you back to the “Chateau”. The brutish man grabbed you by your arm, pulling you from his lap. He dragged you out of the room.
As you left, you saw Jongdae reach for something under the table. Before you could see anything more, the security closed the door shut behind him. But you thought you heard a smashing sound and people screaming.
You came back by the same place you entered. Loud music, poker chips, masked people, cards, dice, drugs, alcohol, gambling, couples making out. All in a flash before your eyes. Moments later you were back at the bordeaux colored bedroom. You sat on the bed and waited.
You did not know how many time passed before your boyfriend entered the room. He was sweating and his hair was slightly messed up. He had a stern expression and a bottle of Don Pérignon on his left hand. He sat down on the sofa and demanded you to come to your seat.
You obeyed. With his right hand, he held a crystal glass and he filled it with the champagne. His expression was dark and you couldn’t guess his next move. He drank it slowly a few gulps, then he did it without swallowing.
You stood there, legs around his lap, your ripped dress showing your thighs. Hands nervously pressing each other. The position was uncomfortable now, but you didn’t dare to move, waiting for him.
You closed your eyes involuntarily as his mouth showered you with champagne. He sprayed onto your face, and the bubbly shower made your skin tingle. He filled his glass again, and he repeated the process, focusing on your dress and your lower body.
Your dress was ruined. The only sound of the room was the champagne slowly dripping from you. You were shocked and didn’t dare to make a move. You held your position, blinking repeatedly to get the liquid off your face. The crash of the champagne glass hitting the floor startled you.
He made you stand up and finished ripping and taking off your dress. You weren’t wearing a bra, so you felt exposed only with a thin thong and your shoes. He grabbed you by your arm and motioned you to fall with your belly onto his lap.
His hand was raised in the air and you prepared yourself for your punishment. “It wasn’t this what I had in mind when I told you I’d hit you latter, Little Lotto. You were a very bad girl. Why were you grinding on me, making me hard?”
His hand slapped on your bum, the pain jolting in your veins. “So… Sorry, Your Highness.” You said timidly. You mewled quietly. He spanked you again. “Louder!” he ordered. You obeyed, letting your voice go free when his hand landed on your bare ass, repeating your apology. “Louder!” he said again.
You almost screamed this time. “I’m sorry I disobeyed you, my Prince! I won’t do it again, I promise!”you pleaded, hot tears streaming down your face. Then he stopped, panting. You were also panting, tired, sorry and horny. The smell of spilled expensive sparkly whine was strong and your skin was sticky.
“Come here” he said, pulling you up. He made you loop your arms around him as you sat on his lap again, straddling him. His eyes had softened. He hugged you and you hugged him back. He kissed your cheek and then your mouth. “I’m… I’m sorry, Your Highness, I did not want to make you mad.”You said, timidly but in an audible tone. He gently rubbed your back. “That’s okay, Little Lotto. Your Prince lost control for a while. Your pretty lips are irresistible painted in a wine color. But you shouldn’t have teased Your Highness like that.”
You nodded and held Jongdae even tighter, burying your face on the crook of his neck. His hands quickly motioned to cup your breasts. “Good girls show their repentance through actions, not just words.” He told you, making you squirm with the intimacy and your breasts harden. “Give me your clutch.” He said. You turned your body around and grabbed it from the coffee table, like he said, and giving it to him.
He opened it and took out your lipstick. “Open your mouth” he said. You did and he reapplied the dark shade on your lips. You could see he did not have much practice, but his hands were firm. When he was satisfied, he put it back and tossed the clutch on the table.
He made you stand up and opened his pants. “Show me you’re sorry.” He ordered, his gaze electrocuting you. You got on your knees and held his half hard member with one hand. You pressed soft kisses on his circumference, making sure the lipstick marks would paint his skin. You deepened the kisses, sucking a bit with every contact. After the color was worn off and he was hard, you kissed his tip.
You opened your mouth slowly, puckering your lips and sucking the tip. You tongue flicked while you sucked. “Yes, work on the head, princess” he hissed.You widened your mouth a little, allowing his cock to go a bit further. You pumped him while your lips and tongue played on his most sensitive spot.
His hand stroked your hair and face, tiny electric waves coming from the tip of his fingers. His touch energized you, making you suck more vigorously. His fists closed on your arms, making you stand up. He told you to take off your soaked panties and sit on the bed. He grabbed the champagne bottle again.
He drank and gave some to you. As you swallowed, he straddled you, kissing your mouth and holding back the bottle. The alcohol was strong and it was making your head spin. He told you to lay down, and open your legs. He proceeded to position himself in between them. He drank some more. His hands slid on your naked body, making you anticipate it. He said, looking at your body hungrily: “I’m thirsty even now… there’s still so much I want to give to you…”
There was just a bit of champagne left and he poured the drink directly on your novel. He then drank from it, the slurping sound and the contact making you giggle. He wasted no time and kissed your slit right after. No teasing. Just the flick of his hot tongue with the bubbling coolness from the champagne on your slickness. You moaned, finally being able to be pleasured for the first time in the night.
You surrender yourself to him and to the ecstasy of his mouth on your pussy. The fogginess returned. Your blood, tinted with alcohol, seemed to be burning under your skin. His tongue worked hastily on you, his teeth and lips leaving marks on your thighs and pelvis.
You grinded against him and he sensed your eagerness. A finger entered you, just to feel the territory.“I guess it’s time to hit the Lotto.” He smiled and changed places with you. He took off his pants, underpants and shirt and lay down on the bed. “Take your sit, my lucky lady.” You motioned to take off your shoes first, but he stopped you: “Leave those shoes on, Princess.”
You mounted him and you guided his penis towards your entrance. The fulfillment made you both moan as your walls adjusted to his shaft inside you. You took it slow, swaying your hips back and forth. Then, he grabbed your hair again, this time with both hands.
“Just because you’re on top, it doesn’t mean you’re in control.” He told you, his devilish smile plastered on his face. Then, he proceeded to fuck you senseless. You screamed, the motion propelling you towards his face. You used your hands for balance, your fists grabbing the sheets between his head. He pounded at you, strong and fast, making you moan. “Yes! Put it all on me!” You told him.
His face was determinate, lust took over his body and now it took over yours. “Louder!” he ordered. Your cries increased in volume until you were shouting your moans. Your body tensed and your walls tightened when he slapped your ass cheek a few times.
That was it. The initial spark that lit you, and took over you like lightening. Your boiling blood seemed to be exploding now. You let yourself be wrapped by the fogginess that made you feel like flying, back at the clouds of your first encounter. He kept fucking you until you felt his release inside you, your walls flooding with the mix of your fluids.
You couldn’t even enjoy getting off your high, because you were abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door. His security screamed from the outside: “Boss, it’s time!” he said.
He pushed you off his lap and grabbed your panties and your silk robe. “Put these on, quickly. Remember: no questions.” He said, throwing the pieces of clothing towards you before reaching for his own. You obeyed, worry and panic starting to gather inside you. He shouted for the bodyguard to enter the room, which he did.
He grabbed your shoulders. “If someone asks, you don’t know me, Little Lotto. You’ve never seen me. I will contact you as soon as I can. Don’t lose this moment. Mark my words: we’ll remember this day and laugh about it in the future.” He gave you your handbag and filled it with dollar bills. “Take this and hide. My trust man will take you to a safe place now.”
You could feel the hot stream of tears coming down your face. “But… I don’t need no money, Prince… I just need you…” you said, unable to move. You stood there, crying and Jongdae hugged you. He kissed your forehead. “Be a good girl and do as you’re told, Little Lotto.”
He released you and nodded towards the bodyguard. He grabbed your arm again and pulled a candle above the fireplace, that opened. A spiral staircase led to pitch-black darkness. Your boyfriend rushed outside of the room as the muscled man rushed towards the secret passage, taking you with him.
You felt yourself running down, spiraling, faster and faster. After some time, you couldn’t feel the touch of the security. You panicked and shouted Jongdae’s name, still running down the stairs. You heard police sirens and the sounds of battle. You lost your shoe.
“My shoe! My Prince, I lost my shoe!” you cried. Then you heard. His voice looking for you in the darkness.
“Little Lotto!”
“Little Lotto!”
“Little…”
“Little Lott…!”
“Little Lottie!”
You felt yourself being shook on your shoulders. You opened your eyes and were back at the black tub. There were no bubbles left and the water was ice cold. No signal of the horrific staircase. It was just a dream. Your boyfriend, Jongdae, was kneeled beside you, a worried expression on his face. He called your name sweetly, his adorable smile making his eyes squint.
“You fell asleep, dear. Don’t do that anymore, it’s dangerous. Come out of this freezing water.” He stood up and held a towel, embracing you as you got off the tub. He started drying you. He really did pamper you, not with expensive things, but with his affection and his little gestures.
He wasn’t exactly the romantic type, and honestly, you took more care of him than the other way around. But he always made sure you were healthy, comfortable and safe. It was his personality. And you loved every bit of it.
“I bet you were dreaming about fairytale princesses and glass slippers” he told you, smiling as he dried your curls. “What?” you turned around to face him. “Why would you say that?” you asked, feeling a little flustered. “You were mumbling about a lost shoe and something about a prince” he said.“I didn’t think you still liked Cinderella” he laughed at you, that adorable and spaced laughter filling the room.
“Oh, right.” He continued, without giving you a chance to answer. “Tonight is our 100-day anniversary. How about we order some champagne to celebrate?” he hugged you from your back, resting his chin on your shoulder. He swayed you on his arms. “Sounds great, Jongdae.” Your arms were above his, locking him in a backwards hug.
Suddenly a little light bulb lightened in your brain. You started elaborating a plan on your head. Your wine Diva MAC lipstick and a pair of burgundy high heels that rested on your travel bag were involved. As well as the champagne he was going to order. You mimicked the wicked smile from your dreams as you thought to yourself that tonight you’d show him your definition of “shower with bubbles”.

Notes

This is a fictional story. Any similarities to real people are unintentional.
This story contains mature themes. All the stories of this author are from the genre SMUT, but it may contain others.
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