Part 28 - The Switch

If someone had told you when you were in college that in just a few years you would be in the most expensive hotel in Memphis with an extremely hot, very famous K-pop star tied to the bed, you would have thought they were drunk.

The fact that Hyunjin let you tie him up - and loved it - didn't surprise you, though. He'd woken up aching for you, but you were still tired and a tad hungover, so you protested, rolling away from him. Of course the golden boy was oblivious to the morning-after effects of alcohol, and he wouldn't stop bugging you, whispering arguments for his case in your ear and tickling you with his soft fingertips, dragging them across your skin so lightly that you just barely felt it.

You just wanted to stay as you were, the two of you nestled together in the thick white sheets that wrapped haphazardly around your bodies, an indication of the tornado you'd been the night before.

You tried to doze at least, but you didn't have much luck. I love you. Your mind kept replaying the moment when he looked up at you and said those words. Of course he didn't mean that kind of love, but hearing something like that from a man like him would take some getting over for anyone. Who does that? you thought, getting a little miffed as you removed his fingers from your nipples for the fourth time. Hyunjin isn't stupid by any stretch of the imagination, despite his seemingly permanent membership in what the fans called "paboracha". Even drunk, he has to know the effect he has on people. Especially me! You can't just say that to somebody who's stuffed full of your dick. 

That thought was enough for you to turn on him; with one quick move you were sitting on his stomach, pinning his arms to the bed. "I told you to let me sleep," you growled at him. The look on his face was more than worth the cost of admission. He looked startled, his pretty lips forming an o, eyes wide - but you could see the laughter dancing inside them. You couldn't really scare him, considering he was about ten times stronger than you - that is, unless you tied him up.

You slid quickly off the bed and grabbed the scarf laying over his suitcase. It was coincidentally the same white scarf he'd used on you several nights before, which you noted with delight. You climbed back over him before he really even registered that you were gone, wrapping his wrists together quickly and securing him to the headboard. He's letting me do this, you acknowledged. You weren't sure what you were doing, but following your instincts hadn't been wrong so far. If he was trusting you, then... I should take advantage.

You sat back on him to admire your handiwork, reaching back with one hand to feel how hard he was. He was what you would classify as "painfully hard", confirmed by the hitching of his breath when you touched him, and the words, "What are you doing," that came breathlessly out of his mouth. You ignored his question, instead getting off the bed altogether. You then turned and walked out of the room, again ignoring his now-more-frantic questions, but you quickly returned with a cup of ice.

Hyunjin was flushed and hot to the touch. You straddled him and put a piece of ice in your mouth, then leaned over him and kissed the ice along the side of his neck and down his chest. You took it in your mouth and fixed one of his nipples between your lips, the cold making him arch right off the bed with a gasp. You smiled against him. Dragging your cold lips across his chest to the other one, giving him several licks with your freezing tongue. You kissed slowly down to his navel, where you dropped the ice and sat up to see his reaction. It was photo worthy, so you reached over and grabbed your camera off of the nightstand, keeping it nearby and using it at will.

He started begging, his voice sweet as sugar. You ignored him, putting another piece of ice in your mouth, watching his face as you melted it with your tongue. You took a piece in your fingers and traced the edge of his side from ribcage to hip, into that sweet dip and across to the other while you got your mouth as cold as possible. You had planted your hot cunt right on top of his dick, without letting him inside; just keeping it warm while you ran ice along his skin. When you finally backed off of it and lowered your mouth, Hyunjin inhaled so deeply in anticipation that you were afraid he would yell when you actually touched your lips to him, which is exactly what happened.

You hummed as you took his burning cock into your cold mouth, his hips trembling as he strained against the makeshift binds. He was crying and whimpering so sweetly, twisting under your hands as you tried valiantly to hold him still. You licked him from balls to tip, your weight on his legs the only thing keeping him in place. You inserted another small piece of ice into your mouth while it was still on his cock and used your tongue to maneuver it to his most sensitive spots. He was making more noise than you'd ever heard him make, and it turned you on immensely.

Your mouth slowly warmed as you used it on him. When you noticed he was getting close, you would get another piece of ice and cool him down. You continued this pattern a couple of times, until he was agitated and pleading with you to get on top of him. You lifted yourself up over him, then ground down and rubbed your cunt up and down his length without letting him in again, watching him clench his teeth and growl.

"I don't know if you deserve this pussy, Hyunjin," you said imperiously. He looked up at you, his face flushed and his bottom lip caught between his pretty teeth. This was new, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

"Why not?"

"You've been a pretty bad boy, haven't you? Keeping me up half the night, not letting me sleep this morning..." you knelt over him, getting right in his face. "Telling me you love me..." He started to say something but you slapped your hand over his mouth, feeling his cock jump. "You know better, Hyunjin. Those words are too much coming from somebody like you, in the middle of sex especially!" He moaned under your hand as you moved your hips, dragging wetness along his rigidity. "If I'd been a weaker girl, you could have really broken my heart," you scolded. "I'm going to give you a chance to apologize. Be a good boy for me, and say you're sorry."

You moved your hand from his mouth, sliding it down to his neck where you could easily put pressure on his windpipe if he said the wrong thing. With your other hand, you lifted his dick and wiggled the tip into your tight opening, just barely. "Well?"

"I'm not sorry."

He looked at you challengingly, a smirk on his pretty face. You grabbed the camera and took a picture. "I'll call this one 'Brat'," you said. He tried to thrust up into you but you kept just out of his reach and squeezed his throat until he gasped. His pupils were huge and you could feel him shaking with need. "You're not getting inside of me until you say what I want to hear, baby," you snarled.

"Do you really want me to lie?" You raised your eyebrows at him. "Do you really want to fuck me?" He whined, then licked his lips. "Fine. I'm sorry." "Sorry for what?" "For not letting you sleep, for keeping you up all night." "What else?" "For telling you I love you."

"Good boy, Jinnie." You smiled and gave him a sweet kiss, then began to unhurriedly sink onto his dick. You were sore from the night before, but it still felt amazing. You went so slowly that you almost lost your own mind, it felt so good, but you somehow maintained control and kept him from slamming up into you.

His head fell back as you finally took him all the way in, and you felt his hips do that tiny little jerk - the tell - that he did before he came. You squeezed his throat and got in his face again. "Don't you dare come until I tell you to." He looked at you, startled, the groan coming from him loud and insistent - but he didn't let himself go. You felt your own orgasm building and you used his cock to get yourself off, rubbing your own clit and just barely twisting while sliding up and down on him until you were overwhelmed by it, and came gasping at the sky.

Hyunjin was hissing through his teeth with the effort of holding back. "Please," whispered, a beautiful combination of miserable and ecstatic. You decided to let him have his fun, leaning over and kissing his neck right where he liked it the most. "Go baby," you whispered into his ear, then raised up with your camera ready.

He came as hard as you'd ever seen him come. No laughing this time - he just howled. It took your breath for the nth time, watching him lose his mind under you, twisting in his bonds. The climax didn't seem to be enough; his eyes were still full of fire when he finished, and he looked up at you as you smiled at his distress. "Untie me now," he said softly - and dangerously, but you missed the danger part. You set the camera down, reached up and pulled end of the scarf so it came loose.

He flipped you so fast that it almost knocked the breath out of you, slamming his still hard cock into you powerfully enough that you cried out in real pain. He didn't stop the brutal thrusts until you were the one begging, and even then he fucked you until you came around him again, and then he shot so deep inside of you that you thought you could taste it.

It took almost 20 minutes for either of you to speak, and then it was him.

"I do love you, you know," he grinned.

"Fuck you, Hwang Hyunjin."

That day was a press day, and while the guys were gone you took the time to go through all the new photos you had taken over the past week and separate them into categories. You didn't want to risk sending any of the explicit photos you took anywhere, but you did have a file of less incriminating photos from those sessions that you thought might pass Chan's approval process at some point. Any photos where it was obvious that sex was involved got put into a secure locked folder and stored away.

After their schedule was finished that evening, Chan texted you that they were going to swing by and pick you up in the limo for dinner. You threw on a cute dress and brushed your hair, pulling it back out of your face with barrettes. It had been a while since all of you went out together, so you were excited, bringing your camera to try for more candid shots. Chan had reserved a giant table at one of the world's most famous rib joints, so you figured it would be a good time to get some funny shots of these Korean boys getting messy with southern food, and you were right.

They dove in without hesitation when the giant plates of ribs arrived, with potato salad, cole slaw and baked beans as sides and sweet tea to wash it all down. You advised them to wear the bibs that were offered, and they were glad they did. You got many photos of the guys as they chowed down, each practically covered in bbq sauce. After everyone was stuffed full, you convinced them to walk along the river with you to see the pyramid. They thought it was as weird as you did, though they enjoyed seeing the spectacular views from the observation decks.

Everyone wanted to go see Beale Street, so off you went. It wasn't a weekend but the street was still pretty full of tourists and drunks, with live rock and roll music flowing out of the several venues and vendors selling fruity drinks on the street. It was a carnival atmosphere, and you tried to help Chan keep an eye on the group of rowdy Kids.

You took pictures of them posing with the W.C. Handy statue, then sat down beneath it to look through them, sipping a way too sweet pina colada. Changbin sat next to you, putting his arm around you and looking over your shoulder at the shots, with I.N leaning over your other shoulder. They laughed so hard that you had to flip through them again for the other members as they crowded around you.

Han spotted a bar that looked less busy and had a live blues band, and you found a couple of tables in the back where you could all sit and digest while listening to live music and having drinks. There were not enough chairs so you sat on Changbin's lap in the corner, bouncing a little in time with the music while sipping your drink. After a few minutes he put his hands on your hips and pulled you a little closer, leaning up to whisper in your ear. "Stop wiggling or there's gonna be trouble." You felt that trouble hardening under your ass, and tried to stay still, but it was hard. He squeezed you again. "I'll go sit in Chan's lap if you're uncomfortable," you teased, but he held your firmly against him. "No you will not!" 

A couple of older ladies approached the table, asking if any of these "fine young men" wanted to dance. You were thrilled when Lee Know and Felix jumped up and volunteered, happily following them to the tiny dance floor. It didn't take long before most of the guys had joined in, and you were able to slide off Changbin's lap into a vacant chair. He scooted his chair up under the table quickly, hiding the bulge in his pants. You laughed, kissing him on the cheek. "Sorry Binnie! I didn't mean to..."

"I won't forgive you," he sulked.

"What?! Why not?"

"Not fair to leave me like this as much as you do."

"Changbin, why don't we go see Sun Studios tomorrow?" He perked up considerably at this. You stroked down a wild lock of his hair.

"And Graceleand?"

"Well, everybody will want to go to Graceland, don't you think?"

"Everyone will want to go to Sun Studios, too."

"Then how about... dinner at Westies? Just you and me. My treat!" It was one of your favorite restaurants in town, and they had a hot fudge pie that you knew Changbin would lose his mind over.

He took your hand under the table and rubbed your palm with his fingers. "That sounds like a great idea."

At that moment Bang Chan came back to the table, and you talked to him about the next day. Thankfully they'd built in a couple of free days in Memphis so they could have a little break, and of course Chan was very interested in Graceland and Sun Studios both, texting their managers so they could set up tours. You suggested a couple of places for breakfast and lunch, and plans were made for the next day's fun.

Everyone was tipsy and giggly when you got back to the hotel, and a few of you decided to continue the party in Han's room. Room service brought up drinks and Han put on dance music, spawning a dance off from hell that literally made you roll on the couch laughing. You laughed yourself into a cramp and stretched out on the couch, sipping your drink through cocktail straws and giggling helplessly at the boys' antics. After a moment Hyunjin came and flopped down on top of you, breathing hard, like you were his bed. "You're crushing me," you squeaked, but he just wrapped himself tighter around you, laughing. "Help!" Han and Felix came to your rescue, each grabbing an appendage and dragging him to the floor while he cussed them and you cracked up.

This ended in a tussle on the floor with almost all the guys, and you took the opportunity to slip back to your room, where you crashed onto your bed and almost immediately fell asleep. When Chan came in much later, you woke up enough to greet him. He looked tired, and you opened your arms to him. He undressed, climbed in and snuggled up to you. You kissed his forehead, willing him to get some rest, and fell asleep again. Your dreams, so vivid and confusing before he came, were now calm and beautiful. It seemed like at this point, you helped each other sleep.

The next morning came and you woke up excited about the day's plans. You and Chan didn't have sex for once, having fallen into a comfortable place; instead you sat around the table having coffee, Chan with his glasses, white tshirt and sweatpants on, actually reading the newspaper left at the door - looking for all the world like a hot dad. You put on soft "morning music" as he called it, and scrolled through photos from the night before on your laptop. You stopped to show him ones that you knew would make him laugh or oooh. It felt very domestic, as you got up to refill his coffee and rub his shoulders, while he grumbled about the news. Suddenly you hugged him from behind, kissing him on the cheek.

"Thank you, Chan."

He turned with a surprised look. "What's that for?"

"For inviting me on this journey."

He pulled you around to his lap, setting the newspaper aside. "I don't think I could have picked a better traveling companion for the Kids, or for me," he said, kissing you sweetly. His phone went off and he sighed. "Time to get ready for Graceland!"