The Room | Taeyong (FF+18)
1939 Words
As I stood in front of the door, my hands trembled. The guard pushed me forward.
"Go on then!"
I raised my hand, swallowed, and put it on the handle. The first thing I could see after I'd opened the door was a guy in a suit, sitting while leaning back on the edge of the bed. He had dark hair that framed his face perfectly and his big eyes were just as dark. He was ridiculously handsome.
That was not something I had expected. Another strange thing about this intense guy in a suit was that he kept his gaze on my face. Only on my eyes actually...
His jacket was unbuttoned and he had also unbuttoned his shirt at the neck. I was waiting for him to do something. Finally he said:
"Shut the door."
I stared at him for a moment, frozen. He met my gaze calmly.
"Unless you want an audience?"
I blushed, turned around carefully, and closed the door. When I turned around, I avoided his gaze. He tilted his head and then got up. He began to take off his jacket and threw it on a chair. When he walked towards me I felt how panic started creeping up my spine like a snake, slithering its way around my neck. He unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up. Tears began to flow and I desperately wiped them away with my trembling hands. He took my head in his hands.
"Sch, sch, schhhhh... it's alright."
I calmed down and pressed my lips together to try and stop the tears. He caressed my cheek and moved his thumb over my lips. I stared into his eyes, on the verge of tears again. He grabbed my hands and brought them over his shoulders. I was confused but let him do as he pleased. Then he suddenly lifted me up and a quiet whimper escaped me at the unexpected move. He smiled briefly at my reaction and at my flushed cheeks. Then he started walking towards the bed. When he laid me down on my back and leaned over me, I looked away again. He sighed softly.
"I understand you're scared."
He brought his hand to my face and made me meet his gaze.
"But if you look away again, I will do more than just scare you."
I swallowed and nodded discreetly. He studied my face. I shuddered as he leaned closer and let his lips caress my jaw up to my ear. My legs tingled and I clenched my hands. He noticed how my breathing changed and lifted his head to look at me. I remembered meeting his gaze even though I thought I was going to explode everytime I met eyes with him.
"You're not at all like I expe-"
I heard myself say but shut up quickly and then asked myself why I had opened my mouth in the first place. He smirked.
"Well, you're not who I thought you would be either."
I swallowed the questions that surfaced. He chuckled with his mouth closed and for the first time his smile seemed to reach his eyes. It disappeared pretty quickly but I still got to see another side to the cold mask he seemed to be wearing.
He barely raised one eyebrow.
"Do continue."
"I thought... that you would be-"
"A sixty-year-old perv who can't get laid without spending money?"
I kept quiet but did not look away. However, this meant that I could not hide the heat that spread upwards from my neck and ultimately colored my face red yet again.
"You should know that you didn't exactly meet my expectations either."
"Did you expect an addict with no way to make money without taking her clothes off in front of a sixty-year-old perv?"
His smirk faded.
"You've never done this before."
He stated, looking displeased. Now I instantly became worried again. If I was rejected by a customer, it would make me look non-usable.
"Please don't leave."
I grabbed his arm when he started getting up. He stopped but frowned.
"You don't want this."
"That didn't stop you when I was crying."
"I thought you were crying because you were scared of me. Not because you didn't want this."
"I do want this."
I argued but could see he was adamant and knew I had to find another approach. And in my experience, the truth always worked the best.
"If.... if I have to choose between you and the sixty-year-old perv, I choose you."
He studied my face and I hoped to god he was buying it. But my hopes were crushed.
"Is that what they teach you to say?"
"It's what I'm saying. Don't send me away. You... you at least see me as a person."
He grew silent, taking my words into consideration.
"That may be true. But still... I'm not gonna make you choose between two evils."
I could not cope with the tickling heat that spread over my body as he refused to touch me while still looking at me with so much lust.
Defeated, I turned my head away and looked down at my clasped hands, waiting for him to ask me to leave. Instead, he grabbed my chin and made me look at him again.
"I thought I told you not to look away."
He reminded me of the calm before a storm. Suddenly, he brought his hand from my chin to my dress. I held my breath as his hand went down and underneath the fabric. It was warm and caressed my leg until he reached my hip. I exhaled quietly when he stopped and instead brought his hand to my neckline. The dress was not tight but the material was flexible. He put two fingers inside the fabric and pulled it down to reveal my cleavage, considerably bothered.
"Are you gonna try and convince me it was your choice to go without underwear too?"
He sighed and got up from the bed, muttering to himself.
"f*****g assholes..."
It was surprising how a customer at a place like this could hate it so much. Why was he here in the first place then?
"You should go."
I sat up and begged him.
"Please...."
He turned around and looked at me.
"I get that you don't want to leave. But I can't guarantee your safety if you stay."
"I feel safer here than out there."
He stared at me ominously.
"Not if I get angry, you won't."
Those words scared me. It suddenly became very obvious why he came here. And yet I trusted him. At least more than I trusted my employers.
"I trust you."
Someone suddenly knocked on the door. He marched up to it and opened it just enough for his head to become visible. It was the guard.
"She not good enough for ya?"
"She's great. Now piss off."
"You realise she has a job to do-"
"I paid for her, didn't I? What I do with her is none of your business."
He closed the door angrily and grabbed his phone out of his pocket as he was getting a call.
"You'll be safe for now. But when I tell you to leave, you'll leave."
I didn't have any time to answer as he answered the phone. Instead, I layed down on the bed and tried to focus on something else. But lying down doing nothing usually leads to me falling asleep, which is what I did.
*
When I woke up, I was in the same bed but with a blanket over me. I saw that he was leaning forward against the wall, still talking on the phone, wearing only his pants. He seemed upset. I sat up carefully.
"I don't give a f**k! Make sure you fix it!"
He roared and hung up. I jolted as he threw his phone across the room. When he turned and saw me, he stopped and stared intensely at me. His gaze was dark and I pulled the blanket closer to my chin as it wandered down. Suddenly, he started walking towards me. I backed away when he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of bed. He dragged me to a door that was most likely a bathroom and pushed me towards it.
"Go inside and lock the door."
He turned his back. I asked cautiously:
"Why?"
He quickly turned around again when he realised that I hadn't done as he ordered. Before I even had time to consider going in and locking the door, he had pushed me up against the wall. I swallowed. Was this his true nature? His gaze was so dark. Next to me, I noticed how his hands gripped the door frame tightly. I gathered courage and asked again:
"Why?"
He slammed his palm against the wall next to me angrily and pushed himself away from me.
"Go inside and lock the door."
I knew anyone else would have listened but I was frozen. As I just kept standing there staring, he kicked a chair violently and brought his hands to his temples while furiously turning to me for the third time.
"What part of "go inside and lock the door" don't you understand?!"
He pushed me against the wall once more and was so close I could feel his strained breath. I did not dare meet his gaze, so I stared at the bed.
"Tell me why."
He seemed to calm down, or at least tried to, because his breathing started returning to normal. His voice, however, was dangerously low.
"When I lose my temper, I usually hit someone if they get too close."
I nailed my gaze to the bed.
"Is that what you're afraid of?.... That you're going to hit me?"
I could feel his gaze drill into me.
"No. I'm afraid I'm going to do something worse than hit you."
I could not stop myself. I met eyes with him.
"What? What are you going to do?" I breathed.
Silence filled the air. I almost thought him to be leaning closer.
"This," he half whispered, and aggressively lifted me up.
He pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me intensely. And I kissed him back, bringing my hands over his shoulders, grabbing his hair.
He walked to the bed and layed me down. I barely had time to breathe as he constantly attacked me with new kisses, refusing to leave my lips. His hand went under my dress and carressed my naked thigh up and down. He started kissing my neck down to my collarbone. I tried pulling my dress over my head, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me without looking up.
"No."
I assumed he wanted the opposite and brought my hands down his body and stopped at his waist. When I started to unbutton his pants, he pulled away but didn't stop me.
"I said no."
He said no, but the way he said it was like he forbade me to do it and not himself.
"I want it... and I know you do too."
I finished unbuttoning his pants and carefully pulled my dress over my head. He got closer again.
"Don't tempt me..."
He kissed me slowly, really tasting my lips and enjoying every second unlike before when his only intention was to devour me from head to toe. When I started pulling on his pants again, he broke the kiss, asking me one final time:
"Are you sure?"
I nodded as I reached for his lips again, completely in love with this strange man who, without reason, wanted to protect me so.
- Writer
