Episode Three: The Debussy Murders Part One
“After months of negotiations between Mrs. Kim, her esteemed attorney Mr. Lee Junho, The Ministry of Justice and the District Attorney’s office, all charges filed against Mrs. Kim have been dropped. The trial today left many confused and more than a little disappointed in the skills of lead prosecutor Choi Jung Keun. Mr. Choi had no comment to make as he left the central Federal Courthouse this afternoon. Mr. Lee on the other hand seemed ecstatic and promised the entire courthouse a round of drinks at his expense.” I rested my hands on my hips as I stared at the television mounted on the wall. My chest seemed to stretch as I bottled volatile emotions I didn’t dare release for fear of breaking something. At that moment, I could have killed Junho even though I knew it wouldn’t do me any good. Besides, he was the only defense attorney I knew, who else would get me off the hook for murder if he were dead?
“This is just sickening.” I groaned, watching the news broadcast shift to a video taken earlier that afternoon of Sunbaenim Choi and myself leaving the courthouse. My head stayed tucked low in shame, hidden beneath a manila folder I used to shield myself from the sun as well as the disappointed stares of all the poor people Mrs. Kim had defrauded. I couldn’t bear to look at them knowing I’d failed them. I was the reason they weren’t shouting in elation after seeing the woman who’d sent them spiraling into debt locked up. All because I couldn’t say no to Lee Junho. Jung Keun on the other hand didn’t appear fazed at all, his head stayed high as he descended the stairs and opened the back of his sleek black sedan so that we could both slide inside. But I knew better than to trust that stoic face of his. Inside he had to be dying. It had been a little over two weeks since Junho had blackmailed me into giving him the updated court record that held receipt of all the evidence my Sunbae had needed to put Mrs. Kim behind bars. In that short time the rat bastard had reworked everything in his favor. During the trial he’d made us both look like fools, declaring the evidence was ‘circumstantial’ and even going so far as to boast that it had been tampered with. The more he went on the more everyone just seemed to believe him, without questioning his authority. I watched as the faces of the juries changed as he wooed them with his silken voice, dazzling smile and his overwhelming use of logic. Damn his logic. They were easily swayed to his side of the argument and within just one short hour the charges had been dropped and Mrs. Kim was free. I still remembered the haughty look on her face as she rose gracefully from her seat and wrapped Junho in an awkward embrace that was way too close to be strictly professional. I wanted to weep. I’d been solely responsible for the loss of the trial, and even though Sunbaenim didn’t know the full extent of what I’d done I knew he still blamed me for it. Even if he denied the fact that he did. How could he not? It was our first trial as a team and I’d let him down. I was a walking bad luck charm and he’d be much better off just getting rid of me. But instead of kicking me to the curb like any sane person he’d just sighed once we were comfortably seated in the back of his car, an unlit cigarette hanging from his bottom lip as he searched for his zippo. His words of wisdom still rang in my ears, causing my heart to flutter rapidly in my chest.
“Some trials are won, and some are lost. It’s not about winning or loosing, it’s about seeking justice above all else. That is something Mr. Lee doesn’t understand. And no matter how much people praise him as a genius attorney, so long as he puts his own selfish endeavors over what is right, he will always fail.” I’d watched him finally light his cigarette and take a long drag. He seemed so calm and composed, but his dark eyes were frustrated. And that frustration pained me. I wondered how he seemed to know Junho so well, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask about him. Whether it was for fear of stirring up old memories and bringing my Sunbae even more pain, or revealing what I’d done, I couldn’t say, but his name refused to pass my lips so long as I was in his presence. I’d put that question away to be asked at a time that wasn’t so rife with tension. Still, I couldn’t help pondering why someone as blue blooded as my Sunbae would waist any time getting to know Junho who looked and even acted like a thug. But then again, who was I to talk?
It hadn’t been three hours since I’d been dropped off in front of my apartment building. I’d started on dinner but soon found I didn’t have much of an appetite. I was entirely too depressed to do anything more than crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep.
“You’ve got to stop beating yourself up Yeun Seuk. You didn’t travel all this way to wuss out, you came to make something of yourself!” I shouted to myself, my voice echoing back at me off the bare walls of my apartment. My words sounded good, but I couldn’t force myself to feel better. Just when I was about to go curl up on the couch with my fingers in a canister of cake icing my cellphone rang. Frowning I snagged it off the coffee table and blanched as my Sunbae’s name flashed across the screen. “I’m sorry please don’t fire me!” I wailed after answering the call. Jung Keun just sighed.
“Miss Park, do you want me to fire you?”
“No! How could I ever want that?” I felt my heart sink into the pit of my stomach. To my surprise my ears were met with an indignant snort.
“Then stop bringing it up. If I were to fire you there wouldn’t be enough tears on the planet to save you. Now, what are you wearing?”
“…I’m sorry I must have misheard you.” My tears stopped instantly. Was I hearing things?
“It’s not a come on Miss Park, I’m inquiring if you’re dressed.”
“Well…” I glanced down at my black hoodie and shorts. “Yes.”
“Good. Come downstairs.” He said curtly before hanging up. I suddenly had the strangest feeling of déjà vu. Stuffing my phone in my back pocket I tiptoed over to the window and peered ten stories below at the familiar black sedan that idled at the curb. What in the name of god is going on now?
“I have a bad feeling about this.” I whined as I grabbed my keys and the first pair of shoes I saw before leaving my apartment and making my way downstairs. Rain had just begun to fall, covering the world around me in a light hazy mist. The passenger door opened and I slipped inside, being sure to pull my seatbelt on tight after closing the door. Sunbaenim was behind the wheel of the car and I was beyond surprised to see him dressed casually in a pair of black slacks, black button down and a black wool coat. He’d obviously dressed for the weather meaning he was either psychic or he took time to watch the weather report. There were just so many things I didn’t know about this man.
“What are you staring at?” He asked and my eyes immediately snapped to the road in front of us as he pulled into traffic.
“Nothing…I’ve just never seen you without a suit on.” I risked taking a peek at him from beneath my lashes. His hair was causal too; instead of combed back away from his face in its usual style it gently framed one side of his face. His lips twitched as if he were holding back a smile.
“I don’t sleep in them Miss Park.”
“I know I just…so wait this is what you sleep in? Where are we going? And since when do you drive your own car? Where’s Mr. Chauffer from this afternoon?” The questions tumbled forth but he didn’t deem it fit to provide any answers. Instead he reached over my knees and opened the glove compartment, damn near giving me a heart attack as his fingertips brushed my skin. Out of the glove box came a yellow envelope that he shoved into my lap. “What’s this?” I asked and again he didn’t speak. Pulling the envelope open I slid what looked to be a police report out of it, my eyes widening at the officer’s sloppy handwriting. “Homicide report. Mrs. Kim Soon Yul pronounced dead on the scene. Cause of death…bludgeoning?” I gasped, staring up at the grim lines that had begun to form around his mouth.
“I got the report as a fax just minutes before I called you. It seems someone wasn’t happy with the loss of the trial today. They followed her to her penthouse apartment and murdered her.” He said and I slid the report back into the envelope, my eyes wide as his words sunk in. We both knew that Mrs. Kim had plenty of angry enemies, but who would be so cruel as to follow the older woman home and beat her to death?
“Murder weapon?” I asked and he threw me a sideways glance as he turned onto a side street.
“We’ll find out once we’re on the scene.”
“We’re going to the scene? As in the scene of the crime? As in where someone just died?” I asked and again his lips twitched as if he wanted to laugh but refused to allow himself that freedom.
“Yes, the crime scene. Have you forgotten that investigation is part of my job description Miss Park? And since you’re my assistant it’s part of yours as well.” He said and my stomach fluttered.
“R-Right.” I could do this. I had to, in order to make up for all the mistakes I’d made since he’d taken me on as his partner. You can count on me Sunbaenim!
The drive to Mrs. Kim’s exclusive apartment building in downtown Seoul wasn’t long and before either of us knew it we were parking and climbing out of the car. Police officers were stationed outside, blocking off the building from curious passersby. Yellow tape sectioned off a neat perimeter, separating normal citizens from the rest of us who actually had to go in and look at dead bodies. Luckily, the coroners unit had already come and gone, leaving only more police officer, the Crime Scene Investigations unit, and us.
“I’m sorry sir I can’t let you pass.” I nearly ran into Jung Keun’s back as a dark haired police officer stopped us at the police tape. My Sunbae didn’t miss a beat, pulling his wallet out of his jacket pocket and flashing his Prosecutors badge. The officer curled his lip before lifting the tape and allowing us passage.
“What was that look all about?” I asked, hustling to keep up with my long-legged Sunbae.
“The police of this country hate prosecutors as well as the Ministry of Justice. It’s an ongoing battle between both forces for the right to investigate crimes. It’s best if you ignore them Miss Park.” He said as he led me onto the elevator past a Crime Scene photographer who didn’t hesitate to snap a quick picture of us before the doors closed. I rolled my eyes, stiffening as Jung Keun laid a heavy hand atop my head. I couldn’t stop myself from shivering; his hand was warm despite his cold outward appearance. “Yeun Seuk, I want you to keep close to me, don’t leave my side. And be sure to pay very close attention to everything that goes on inside this apartment.” He told me and I nodded, my eyes widening as the elevator doors slid open to reveal a foyer made entirely of marble. Large marble pedestals flanked an ornate wooden door that was adorned with gold leaf and what looked to be pearls. Mrs. Kim sure knew how to live. I would have been impressed had everything she owned not been paid for with the blood, sweat and tears of the poor. I followed Jung Keun into the apartment, watching him push open the door and step inside. I immediately wanted to gag, not because of the crime scene, but because of who stood in the center of the room, staring down at the dark red bloodstains on the plush white carpet.
“Ew.” I sneered and he turned to smirk at me.
“Good to see you too Miss Park.” Junho chuckled, smiling at my Sunbae and I as we moved further into the room. He was dressed casually as well in a pair of white slacks, a plaid button down and a brown belt slung low around his hips. His hair was once again combed into a spikey style that made him look like a hoodlum, as apposed to the carefully gelled back style he’d worn earlier in the courtroom.
“I’d return the sentiment but then I’d be lying.” I replied haughtily, much expecting to be reprimanded by my boss, but he seemed to overlook the fact that I was being a spiteful bitch. Maybe he just liked it when I insulted Junho?
“That’s too bad. I was really looking forward to seeing you again, though, not on a crime scene.” He said, taking a quick look around the crowded penthouse. Us aside, the place was packed with Seoul’s homicide unit, crime scene investigators and a few people I didn’t recognize. They were a solemn looking bunch, their heads low as a police officer herded them against the far wall of the living room. Junho had once again begun to speak but I couldn’t bring myself to pay attention. The apartment around us was extravagant, decorated in rich reds and dark gold. The fluffy carpet beneath our feet, though partially bloodstained, was a pristine white that would probably take a miracle to clean. Directly across from us stood a wall of windows that overlooked the sparkling city of Seoul and, on a raised platform in front of it stood a proud grand piano that appeared to have never been played. It was beautiful beneath the slightly dimmed ceiling lights to the point that the black lacquered wood almost seemed to glow. Atop the piano rested a sterling silver tray that held two glasses of champagne, one empty and the other half full…
“Miss Park?” My Sunbae called suddenly and my eyes snapped up to meet his, “Have you heard a word I’ve said?” He asked and I instantly looked contrite.
“No sir. I’m sorry I spaced out a bit.” I answered truthfully and Junho had the nerve to laugh. The bastard.
“That’s quite the assistant you have there. She can’t even bring herself to pay attention while you’re talking to her. Though I can’t blame her, you’re a bore if I’ve ever met one.” He smirked and Jung Keun ignored him completely in favor of frowning down at me. I was still staring at that piano. I didn’t know what, but something just felt off about it.
“Would you mind sharing your thoughts Miss Park?” He asked and I worried my bottom lip. I was a rookie; I didn’t want to open my mouth and risk sounding like a fool. But as if he’d heard my thoughts he gave me an uncharacteristic nudge that secretly meant he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Who knew my Sunbae was so persistent?
“Well. In the report earlier it stated that Mrs. Kim was home alone. But why would you pour yourself two glasses of champagne if you were here by yourself? I mean it’s obvious she likes to live extravagantly but two glasses of champagne? That’s a bit too much.” I asked, cocking my head slightly as I stared at the still bubbling champagne in the flute. Both Jung Keun and Junho frowned down at me then over at the glasses in question. “Uh m-maybe I’m wrong?” I instantly back peddled, wishing I could take back my words. This just wasn’t my week. What else could I manage to do wrong today?
“No. You’re exactly right.” Jung Keun said, flagging down one of the homicide investigators who begrudgingly made his way over to us. “Who was the officer who made the homicide report earlier?” He asked, an angry note in his baritone voice.
“That would be me…Sir.” He threw in the last part as an afterthought, deep, grim lines appearing around his mouth as he forced the words out. It was pretty much killing him to be polite. And my Sunbae looked like he was loving it.
“Then tell me, officer…Kwon,” He paused to read the mans name tag, much to his dismay, “What gave you the impression that Mrs. Kim was here alone?” Officer Kwon seemed to hesitate.
“Well…She…wasn’t alone.” He admitted sheepishly and my eyes widened.
“Care to elaborate?” Jung Keun asked and Officer Kwon motioned to the group of people they’d lined up against the far wall. A particular man in the center of the group began to fidget, casting us quick glances from beneath his shaggy black hair.
“That guy, who we identified as the building grounds keeper, was the one who initially called us to the scene. He was in the apartment when we arrived.”
“And you failed to file that in your report? How long have you had this job?” Junho interjected angrily, storming over to the man in question with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “Yah. Where were you when my client was being murdered? If you were here within minutes of her death you had to have witnessed something.” Junho all but growled and Jung Keun was quick to make his way over as well. I hastened to follow him, watching the man stiffen up and all but shrink against the wall.
“What is your name?” He asked and the man began to stutter.
“K-Kim Myung Saeng.” He managed to say, avoiding the harsh stares of both my Sunbae and Junho. They looked about ready to kill the man.
“Are you going to answer my question?” Junho pressed and I reached out to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him slightly off balance.
“Leave the guy alone! You don’t have to be so rude to him.” I said and he gave me a shocked stare. Clearing my throat and stepped forward. The guy looked like he’d just witnessed a murder, his face was pale and his skin appeared clammy. The poor man was probably scared to death. “I’m sorry but could you please tell me what you saw?” I asked, hyperaware of Jung Keun and Junho’s eyes boring into the back of my skull. Myung Saeng lifted his head to stare at me, his deep brown filled with tears.
“M-Mrs. Kim invited me up to clean her apartment. She’s come on to me in the past so I wasn’t surprised to see she’d prepared champagne. She invited me inside and started to drink heavily. I was about to leave by the time she started on the second glass, and then suddenly the lights went out. T-There was a scream and I heard her fall. W-When the lights came back on she was dead.” He said, breaking down and sobbing into his hands. I stared at the poor man, piecing his story together in my head. There were so many holes in his testimony it was painful.
“Mr. Kim. Please, I know this is hard, but tell the truth.” I said and he gave me a stunned stare, a gasp falling from his lips. Junho placed a hand on my shoulder as he tossed Jung Keun a grin.
“She’s sharper than I imagined.” My Sunbaenim smirked.
“W-What do you mean?” Myung Saeng asked and I pointed at his feet.
“Your shoes. You’re the grounds keeper right? So that means you take care of the landscaping as well as the garbage for the entire building. Your shoes are naturally very dirty right?” I asked, motioning to the pristine carpet. “Yet the carpet is clean.”
“Meaning you removed your shoes when you entered the apartment. One doesn’t take off their shoes if they don’t intend to stay.” Jung Keun added and Junho grinned.
“They’re right. What was your real relationship with my client?” Myung Saeng began to stutter.
“Not to mention that Mrs. Kim was wearing heavy makeup during the trial today, I doubt she had time to scrub it all off before she was murdered.” I pointed to the champagne glasses, “There’s only a lipstick mark on one of the glasses. If she drank them both–”
“Alright enough! Don’t say anymore!” He suddenly exclaimed, his breathing suddenly becoming frantic. The man looked as if he was about to snap. Instantly Junho grabbed me and pulled me behind him, stepping forward to give Myung Saeng a menacing look.
“Lower your voice.” He growled and I gawked up at him while my Sunbae frowned deeply. “I’m giving you one last chance to tell the truth. The next lie that comes out of your mouth will be your downfall.” He threatened and Myung fell back against the wall.
“I-I…I…Can’t–” He began but was suddenly cut off by the sound of a single piano key being struck. Everyone in the room turned their attention to the black grand in the room.
“D-Did the piano just play itself?” I asked and Junho pulled me closer as the sound of some classical piece I couldn’t identify began to play. The gentle hum of the notes was calming amongst the chaotic atmosphere of the apartment. “What is it?”
“Debussy.” Jung Keun commented, his head low as he stroked his bottom lip in thought.
“Valse Romantique.” Junho added, his brow furrowed as he made his way over to the piano. The keys weren’t moving but a steady stream of music fell from its depths. I stared up at Junho’s sudden show of intelligence.
“Amazing.” I commented haughtily and he grinned back at me.
“Isn’t it? I’m not as stupid as I appear right?” He turned back to stare at the piano, “I studied classical music in college. The Valse Romantique in the key of F Minor. It’s actually one of his amateur works that he composed while studying at the Paris Conservatory.” He said and it was my turn to frown. He really was smarter than I thought.
“The song doesn’t particularly matter, it’s the meaning behind it that I’m more interested in.” Sunbae moved to my side and I turned to stare past him at Myung Saeng who had sunk to the floor and clutched at his head. He was shaking as if he’d just seen a ghost. The music continued to play, a crescendo of sound that only got louder and louder until finally, it stopped. Seconds before the power went out and someone let out an ear-piercing scream.
Episode Two: Deal
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Park.” His lips quirked into a smile that was borderline obscene as his hand extended in my direction. As if I actually wanted to touch the bastard. Could it have been that in my slightly hungover state I was imagining things? Could he just be some sort of apparition my brain had concocted to torment me for my bad behavior the night before? No, it couldn’t be. After all Yoona and Jung Keun Sunbaenim could see him too. I stood there, rooted in place, entirely too shocked to move a single muscle. Lee Junho’s eyes stayed locked on mine, seemingly shining with a dark light I knew was caused by some deal he’d made with the devil. I couldn’t believe my rotten luck. What had I done in my lifetime to deserve this?!
“Miss Park?” My Sunbaenim called, snapping me out of my thoughts and sending me hurdling back into reality.
“I’m sorry, you must forgive me but you look a great deal like someone I used to know.” I smiled as politely as possible, reaching out to shake his hand. The bastard’s smile only broadened as his grip tightened for a split second before he released me.
“That’s alright. Besides, you never know. Perhaps we met each other in another life.” Another life my ass.
“Right.” I replied numbly and he gave me a look that had my skin crawling. Jung Keun cleared his throat beside me.
“Park Yeun Seuk is my assistant, she will be assisting in the trial today.” He told him and Junho’s eyes left mine for the first time, travelling over to my boss as another smirk curled his lips.
“Is that so? I wonder what happened to your last assistant. She was certainly…pleasant to be around.” He said and I watched my boss’ eyes narrow slightly before he gave Junho a professionally crafted smile.
“Yes she was.” He took a breath before pulling back his sleeve to glance at his watch. “Well, now that the introductions are out of the way, shall we get on with this meeting Mr. Lee?” Sunbae asked and I had a feeling I was about to watch a gladiator take on a lion.
“Of course. I’d like to talk about the upcoming trial of Mrs. Kim.” Junho, who I refused to call Sunbae, said as he stepped further into the room, his eyes flicking from mine to Jung Keun’s.
“Ah, Mrs. Kim. You’re here to make a plea bargain I presume.” Sunbaenim said as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers. Junho seemed to take offense to that statement.
“Not even close. This meeting is in regards to the recent evidence you’ve submitted to the court record. Legally I’m allowed to review it before the preliminary hearing, correct?” He asked and Jang Keun cocked a brow.
“Under normal circumstances, yes, but charges haven’t been filed against Mrs. Kim as of yet.”
“But you’ve filed a complaint which means I have the right—!”
“Yes, a complaint has been filed but Mrs. Kim has not been brought up on charges. If you’d like for me to bring her up on something I’m sure I could push the paperwork for you.” Junho’s mouth closed with an audible snap. He obviously didn’t like the direction the conversation was headed. Both men appeared so calm and collected yet the heat of their passionate words continued to rise until I was afraid they’d set off the office sprinklers.
“What you’re doing is underhanded and you know it Choi.”
“Are you implying that I’m dishonest Mr. Lee?” There was laughter in my boss’ voice. You go Sunbaenim! Show him whose boss around here! Junho’s lips quirked into an unpleasant smile at that moment and I felt chills run down my spine. What could that bastard be planning?
“Mr. Choi! You have a female visitor downstairs, she claims that she’s from the district office.” Yoona chose that moment to step back into the office, her features pinched as she worried her bottom lip. Sunbae tossed me a strained look before turning a glare on Junho.
“If you’ll both excuse me.” He said before quickly exiting the office and leaving me alone with Satan.
The moment the door closed behind them I found myself panicking. They’d left me alone with the asshole of century who wasted no time in transforming himself into a blood thirsty predator. He didn’t hesitate to turn that venomous smile of his on me and I felt my stomach instantly begin to flutter. But whether from fear or something else entirely I couldn’t tell.
“I was worried something might go wrong today. Imagine my surprise when I found you here.” He spoke so suddenly my heart jumped in my chest. Leaning a hip against the desk I folded my arms over my chest and leveled a potent glare on him.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” His smile took chunks out of my soul. His hands slipped into his pockets as he angled his body towards mine. I could see his mind shift gears through his eyes. He was up to something but what I couldn’t tell.
“That’s easy. You’re my ace in the hole. My trump card. You’re the one person who can assure my victory over that pompous asshole.” He chuckled, advancing until he came to stand directly in front of me, my frown reflecting in his deep brown eyes. “You’re going to do exactly as I say.” His hands reappeared to settle on my hips and I instantly began pushing him away.
“Like hell I will!” I struggled but the bastard was a lot stronger than he looked. His lips captured mine and suddenly my battle turned inward. I couldn’t stop my body from responding to his; to the heat of his body as he spread my legs and settled between them or the nip of his teeth at my bottom lip. The moment he’d touched me I was a goner, an inferno of lust bursting to life inside of me. I was weak as I meekly clutched at his shoulders, wanting simultaneously to pull him closer and push him away. I didn’t understand why my body simply burned the way it did. How did he have this much power over me? It was when I felt his nimble fingers tugging at the buttons of my suit jacket did I finally wake up and shove him off of me. Junho went willingly, taking a couple steps back as he chuckled.
“I think I’ll have to pick up drunk American’s more often, you’re going to prove quite useful.” He smirked, slipping a sleek black phone out of his pocket and casually going through it while my life fell apart in my hands. I straightened myself, tugging my jacket back into place as I leveled a glare on him. My hands were shaking from his attack, my knees threatening to buckle at any moment. “And to think I would have had to resort to stealing.”
“As if you’re so far above it.” I bit out and his eyes lifted to catch mine.
“You’re right. I’m not. But if I can help it I’d rather my hands stayed clean. Now, the court record, give it to me.”
“Are you insane? Why the hell would I do that?” I scoffed and moved towards the door, fully intent on telling my Sunbae what a treacherous dog Junho really was, but before I could move an inch I was in his hands. Junho spun me around, forcing me onto the desk, the wooden ledge biting into my stomach as my nails skittered uselessly across the polished surface. He laid himself over me, pinning me there with his superior weight. I could feel his cock hardening against my backside, straining against the zipper of his slacks. The heat of his body alone managed to turn me on while at the same time I only wanted to murder him. How dare he take advantage of me like this?! “Smile and say cheese.” He brought his phone up and before I realized what was going on the flash of the camera was blinding me.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” I struggled and he turned the phone so I could look at the candid picture he’d just taken of us. My hair was disheveled and my face was twisted into an expression of lust mixed with utter despair.
“Just adding to my photo album. You see, I have a bunch of really great pictures of you and I together.” He used his thumb to swipe through an album of photographs that were borderline pornographic. And I was in every single one of them. I felt my chest constrict as I finally realized what he was planning.
“You’re going to blackmail me if I don’t give you the record aren’t you?” I asked, tears stinging my eyes as a sob lodged itself in my throat. Junho pulled away from me then, his hand taking mine as he pulled me off the desk.
“It doesn’t have to be that way. You could always give it to me willingly.” He said, his voice surprisingly tender as he wiped my tears away. He was giving me a way out, a chance to save myself. But to help him would mean going against my Sunbae who I owed everything to. I was completely at a loss for what to do. How was I going to get myself out of this situation? “Think about it, Choi is a prominent figure in the prosecuting world. If these pictures of his new assistant were leaked onto the internet…”
“No!” I jumped, scrambling to snatch the phone out of his hands but he quickly pulled it out of reach. That sort of scandal wouldn’t just ruin me but Sunbaenim as well! The man lived for his job, to loose it would be devastating!
“Then, the record please?” The evil, sadistic bastard had the nerve to smile down at me a if he hadn’t just threatened to utterly destroy two people. My chest rose and fell rapidly as emotions clashed inside of me. I remember Sunbae briefly telling me the day before about the upcoming charges against Mrs. Kim and how he’d discovered enough evidence that would put her behind bars for a very long time. All that valuable evidence was in the updated version of the court record, which only Sunbaenim and I had access to. If Junho somehow got ahold of it the entire case could be blown. Mrs. Kim was a despicable woman who’d defrauded multiple non-profit organizations over the years; she more than deserved to pay for her crimes. But was trying to win this case worth ruining both our careers? The answer was simple.
“I don’t know what motivates you to be this cruel, but I hope its well worth all the damage you’ve caused.” I said and he gasped under his breath. Apparently I’d stricken a nerve. I turned and skirted the desk so I could open Jung Keun’s briefcase and pull out the documents. Moving back to his side I shoved them against his chest, a glare tightening my features. He didn’t move for a few seconds, his eyes distant as he finally tightened his grip around the papers.
“I’ll tell you what, how about I strike you a deal?” He asked suddenly as he folded the papers and tucked them into the inside breast pocket of his jacket. “As long as you do exactly as I say, I’ll keep these photographs between us alright? Deal?” He asked and I folded my arms over my chest in defiance.
“And if I refuse?”
“By Monday morning they’ll be uploaded to every social networking site the world over. They’ll be so hot issue that the president of the United States will have seen them and will know that Lee Junho is sleeping with Choi Jung Keun’s hot paralegal.” He stated simply and I once again felt my heart sink into the pit of my stomach. He was such a rotten bastard. I hated him, loathed him even and I couldn’t wait until Karma came back around to kick him in his ass. “Do we have a deal?” He asked again, extending his hand for me to take. I glared at him for a full two minutes before slipping my hand into his.
“Deal.” I said and instantly regretted it. Junho tugged me into his arms and kissed me hard enough that I knew my lips would be bruised when he pulled away. His fingers idly traced the love bites on my neck that marked me as his and I felt sick.
“You won’t regret making that decision.” He whispered against my open mouth before stepping back and giving his jacket a sharp tug.
“I’m already regretting it.” I griped and he grinned.
“Regretting what?” My Sunbaenim chose that moment to walk back into the office with a sour looking Yoona at his side. He frowned the moment he saw me, taking in my disheveled state. I looked like I’d just walked backwards through a battlefield, my eyes were puffy and red from the tears I’d shed and my hair had fallen out of its bun to cascade around my shoulders. He knew instinctively that something had happened but he refused to comment on it in front of Junho. For that I was thankful.
“I regret…not being on time to work today.” I lied, something that would quickly become a habit now that I was in cahoots with Mr. Lee. I felt ill just thinking about it.
“Well, I see that you’re pretty busy Choi, we can finish our conversation at the Federal Courts this afternoon.” Junho said before turning to give me a smirk, “It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Park Yeun Seuk.” He winked and moved to saunter out of the room. Yoona bowed deeply before running to show him out of the building. I was silent as the door closed behind them. My Sunbaenim shoved a hand into the pocket of his slacks as he moved towards me. I couldn’t even lift my head to look at him. I half expected him to rave at me, even if he wasn’t sure what I’d done wrong. I was surprised out of my skull when he simply placed a hand atop my head in a comforting manner.
“He’ll pay for whatever he said or did to you.” He said simply and I felt my eyes once again fill with tears. I was such a horrible person.
Episode One: Collision
I didn’t know this man, and yet his hands felt oddly familiar as they travelled down my sides and firmly gripped my hips. I didn’t know his occupation, I didn’t know if he was married, or divorced, or even if his children were likely to burst into the room at any given moment. But I knew for certain that if you asked me, I wouldn’t be able to tell you his name. I knew that we’d met less than fifteen minutes ago in an Itaewon bar and I definitely knew that the hardness of his body pressed against mine made me hyperaware of the fact that I wasn’t wearing any panties. But still, passion fell in a steady stream from my lips as he nipped at the tender flesh of my neck. His teeth, white and sharp, left marks on my skin, love-bites I was sure would still be there in the morning. The man could have been a serial killer for all I knew. But I was drunk, and I felt like liquid fire under his ministrations. The way his hands brushed bare skin, the way his leather-clad knee parted my thighs and pressed against me intimately. I wanted him and I didn’t care that it was dangerous. Every ounce of shame, every iota of discretion fled the moment the vodka passed my lips. Every shred of dignity I once prided myself in having had dissolved the instant he’d laid his hands on me. The familiar taste of alcohol coated his tongue as his lips parted mine, and I knew he was just as intoxicated as I was. His body was a hard reminder of what I was about to do and how badly I wanted it. Even through the liquor induced fog that clouded my mind some part of me knew what we were doing was horribly wrong. But I couldn’t bring myself to care. I felt the wooden door bite into my back as I was slammed against it. He wasn’t gentle, and that’s what I liked about him. I couldn’t even see his face in the dark but I would never forget how he looked in the bar. Amidst the smoky atmosphere, the dim lights playing in golden hair that made him look even more exotic than he already was. I remember thinking for a second that I’d somehow found my way back to the States, but the quick, seductive, Korean that had fallen from his lips reminded me of where I was, and why I was there. That’s right, I was celebrating! Not nine hours ago I’d just been awarded the job opportunity of a lifetime. I would work as Paralegal to none other than Choi Jung Keun himself. A prosecuting attorney who put the fear of god into some of the dirtiest criminals the world has ever seen. If the legal system where a monarchy, that man would be king. He was a nightmare to small time drug dealers and big time Mob bosses alike. And this man, this living legend, was now my boss. As a twenty-two year old, fresh out of college American, I couldn’t have asked for a better break. He’d taken one look at my resume and transcripts and had hired me without question. I was proud of myself and I have to admit, I felt oddly powerful. After my first day of work I quickly went home to change before surrendering myself to the night. But I guess I’d forgotten to take into the account that I wasn’t a very good drinker, and that I was young and naïve. Bar hopping in South Korea was nothing like it was back in the States. I quickly realized that I was a novice in a den of drinking professionals and by the end of the first round I could barely hold myself up. That’s when he appeared. Gorgeous and sturdy looking. I flung myself into his arms and before I knew it I was in his apartment, watching as he stripped my shirt over my head and let it fall unceremoniously to the floor. I could feel the heat of his chest against mine as he pressed our bodies even tighter together. My breasts felt heavy and every inch of me seemed to ache. His hands were everywhere, ghosting over my skin, teasing me relentlessly without satisfying the need he’d started inside of me. His lips blazed a hot trail over my cleavage and I could feel the pinch of his teeth as he nipped at my skin.
“Are you at least going to tell me your name?” I panted and he lifted his head slowly, his eyes meeting mine for what was probably the first time since I’d met him. They were wild with lust, his pupils wide and dilated as he briefly contemplated my question.
“Does it matter?” He asked, grabbing a belt loop and pulling me towards his bedroom. I all but fell off my heels. He had a good point though, considering the fact that I was seeing double I probably wouldn’t remember his name if he tattooed it on my forehead. And what did it matter? In the morning this would all be one blurry dream. I’d leave and we’d never see each other again. “Take off your belt.” He ordered as he pushed me backwards onto a plush bed. I felt the mattress rock beneath me as I landed in the most ungraceful fashion I could muster. I hastened to comply, fumbling with the buckle before finally ripping the damned thing off and tossing it somewhere behind me. I clawed at my jeans until I felt his hands pushing mine away. His body pressed mine against the sheets, skilled fingers swiftly taking care of the button and zipper before sliding against the naked flesh he’d found there. The sudden moan that ripped itself from my throat startled me. I had no idea I could sound so needy. The stranger stroked me almost lovingly as I nearly came apart in his hands. My skin was on fire, flames of desire licking at my skin until beads of sweat were rolling down my face and neck. I clutched at his shoulders, whimpering when he lowered his head to bite a pebbled nipple through the fabric of my bra. I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want anything else separating us; clothing was just too much of a barrier. As if he’d heard my thoughts he slipped his hand up my body and unhooked the offending undergarment like some sort of brassiere professional. I groaned as my breasts sprang free into his waiting hands. My jeans were the next to go, leaving me completely naked beneath him. I watched as he moved to press a bare knee between my legs, knocking them open. Somewhere between the front door and the bedroom he’d lost his shirt and pants…And I guess we’d both decided to go commando that night. I could feel him pulsing against my thigh as he ground himself against me, my chest heaving as I clutched unabashedly at his shoulders. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted, no words needed to be exchanged. My back arched and I damn near came off the bed when he pushed himself deep inside of me, his groan and my gasp a crescendo of sound that filled the room with dissonance. I couldn’t help but wrap my legs around his waist as he leaned forward and pressed his chest against mine. His breathing was labored as he crushed a bruising kiss against my lips, his hips working against mine in quick but meticulous circles. I felt like I was dying. For the life of me I simply couldn’t catch my breath. His lips found my ear, the feel of his hot breath and the sound of his voice all but drove me into frenzy. My body was wound so tightly that it didn’t take much to send me flying over the edge, a scream ripping itself from my throat as he continued to thrust against me. My fingers tangled in his hair and after what felt like hours later he gave a shout of elation, a moan spilling from his lips as he moved to release himself on my stomach. His body hovered over mine as he rode out the duration of his orgasm, his eyes dark with satisfaction. I lay there panting, thankful he was sober enough to grab his discarded shirt from the floor and wipe me off, as that was not a mess I’d want to be met with in the morning. The stranger finally collapsed next to me and instinctively I rolled into his embrace. He smelled good. He smelled like me. The last thing I remember before unconsciousness caught up with me was the sound of a shutter and the flash of a camera phone.
“Oh no… Oh god no.” The moment the sunlight hit me I immediately began to die. “What did I do to myself?” I groaned as I struggled to sit up in bed. I was unbelievably hungover, I was disoriented, my wrists, hips…hell nearly all of me was bruised and to make matters worse I smelled like sex…There was also a gorgeous naked man laying in bed next to me. “Oh my god.” My eyes widened down at his sleeping form. He lay on his stomach, one leg bent as he slept peacefully amidst the pillows. He was tattooed in several places and though he was obviously Korean his hair was bleached to hell and back. Somehow it still managed to look soft and natural when it by all rights it should have been horribly damaged. I had to stop myself from reaching out to touch it, or him period. He was unbelievably sexy… Had I slept with him? I stared down at my hands to find telltale strands of that blonde hair still lodged between my fingers and instantly felt sick. What in the hell had I gotten myself into? I wasn’t normally like this! I was a college graduate! I’d kept a solid 4.0 grade point average from flipping preschool and I’d never in my life missed church on Sunday. I was a good girl! Good girls didn’t have one night stands with creepy tattooed hoodlums from…Oh god where did I even meet this guy?! It didn’t matter! I had to get of there and fast! Slipping quietly out of bed I searched his bedroom floor for my clothes…only to find that they were nowhere in sight. What if he’d incinerated them? What if I was next? After all he’d need to get rid of all the evidence…Stop psyching yourself out and move! Hastily donning an oversized shirt I hoped he wouldn’t miss too much I made my way towards the front door as quickly as I could, pausing only to scoop up my heels and panties. I barely had the front door open when a stinging slap to my ass stopped me in my tracks.
“Yah, leaving so soon? Without saying goodbye?” I turned slowly to stare up into doe brown eyes so beautiful I wanted to melt. This…obvious gangbanger, had the face of an angel, with well-defined facial features and the poutiest pink lips I’d ever seen. Part of me understood why I’d gone home with him, the rest of me wanted to kick him in the penis til it turned blue and fell off.
“I…I have to get going. I’ll be late for work.” I stammered, watching as his nude body angled towards mine. He planted his palm against the door as he flattened himself against me. I was instantly turned on, his cock hardening against my stomach in response.
“Forget about work. Stay with me.” He whispered against the side of my face before licking those delicious lips of his. I was seconds away from giving in when a familiar jingle met my ears. That was my cellphone! Success! That meant my pants where nearby! I ducked under his arm, looking around desperately and fully aware of his eyes on my backside when I bent to retrieve my jeans. I hurriedly shimmied into them before pulling out my phone and answering it.
“Yobosayo?” I answered, shooting the Stranger a seething glare when he laughed at me, he just smirked at my glare and moved towards the kitchen area. I was about to follow him when my entire body went rigid.
“Miss Park?” The voice that filtered through the voice was deep and rife with impatience. “It’s only your second day and you have the audacity to be three minutes late? We have an important trial today, please don’t make me regret hiring you.” He stated gruffly and I suddenly felt like crying. How could I be so stupid? I was throwing away my dream, all because of some cute blonde haired hoodlum!
“I’m so sorry Sunbaenim.” I sobbed into the phone, unable to control my emotions. What had I done? I’d moved all the way to Korea from San Francisco for this job, if I lost it I was screwed! The sigh that came through the phone at that moment was martyred.
“Maybe I was too harsh. Take your time getting to work, traffic will be heavy. But try not to let this happen again Park Yeun Seuk.” The connection dropped then and I pulled my phone away from my face to blink stupidly at it. What…just happened?
“Was that your boyfriend?” The Stranger asked as he leaned against the counter, still naked and looking wholly pleased with himself as if the thought of ruining a relationship made him happy.
“No, that was my boss and I almost lost my job thanks to you!” I yelled, contemplating hurling my phone at his head when he shrugged.
“So what?! Unlike some people jobs are important to functioning members of society!” I all but screamed at him, feeling like a complete emotional wreck. I usually had better control over my emotions but the sight of his smug face made me want to subsequently murder and vomit all over him. I was hungover, I was late for work and I was praying I didn’t have any STD’s or you could add convicted murderer to that list! “You just…you just don’t get it.” I let my hands rise and fall against my sides before stalking over to the door and snatching it open. “Out of all the people I’ve ever met in my entire life I’m happy that it’s you I’ll never see again!” I shouted before storming into the hallway of his apartment building and slamming the door firmly behind myself, barely missing the satisfied smirk that curled his lips.
“Please accept my humblest apologies Sunbaenim!” I bowed several times in front of my boss’ desk, narrowly avoiding slamming my head against it in my haste to apologize. Choi Jung Keun just continued to look bored. It had taken me half an hour to find my way back to my tiny apartment in Itaewon and another thirty to scrub myself vigorously in an attempt to rid myself of that bastards smell. Including the commute time, as he had been right traffic was simply dreadful… By all rights he should have fired me on the spot. But he hadn’t. He’d been oddly accepting.
“I’ve already explained to you that it’s fine so long as you never let it happen again. I know adjusting in a new city, let alone an entire country, can be difficult so it would be wrong of me to punish you. This time.” He threw in that last part as an afterthought as he stood from his high backed leather chair and made his way around his desk. I’d have to be blind not to notice how attractive he was, even when he looked like he secretly wanted to strangle me. My Sunbaenim was tall with jet-black hair that fell in soft waves around a perfectly chiseled face. He was long and lean, yet, the way his tailored suits fit his body part of me knew he was just as beautiful without his clothes as he was with them. My brow furrowed at that thought, don’t tell me that after one stupid one-night stand I’d turned into some sort of prostitute. No, that couldn’t be it. I was a good girl after all, and good girls didn’t lust after their bosses. Good girls didn’t sleep with no-good hood-rats either but we’ll just pretend that never happened.
“Still, I really am sorry. I pride myself in my punctuality and professionalism and yet, I’ve exhibited neither of those traits so far.” I gave him another bow and a ghost of a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
“From what I can tell you will be an excellent assistant Miss Park, not to mention a wonderful partner.” I couldn’t help but smile up at him. As it turned out, my life wasn’t completely over. He’d forgiven me, I still had my job and the chance to show him that I was, and would be, the best employee he’d ever had. I was about to speak when a hollow knock sounded throughout his office. He issued a brief ‘come in’ and the door swung open to reveal Kim Yoona, the firm secretary. She was a petite brunette with a constant flirtatious smile gracing her lips. She was a very likeable person, if you had a penis, that is.
“Choi Sunbaenim, your ten o’clock appointment has arrived.” She said and his face darkened instantly. I wonder what could have caused his sudden change in mood? Since I’d met him the man had only displayed two emotions, boredom and super boredom.
“Send him in.” He told her as politely as he could but I knew that secretly he wanted to snap at her. Whoever his ten o’clock was, it was painfully obvious that Sunbaenim couldn’t stand him. And that’s when I began to understand why. Yoona stepped out of the way and in walked my worst nightmare. He was dressed in a blue, red, and white plaid suit, a pair of large brown glasses perched on his nose, minus the lenses. He strolled into that office as if he owned the place and I’d be damned that for a second I didn’t actually believe he did. His eyes met mine, recognition and surprise filling them and disappearing so quickly I doubted they’d ever existed. It was him. “Miss Park, I’d like to introduce you to defense attorney Lee Junho. He happens to be the attorney we’ll be facing in court today.” I barely registered what my Sunbae said; my entire body was frozen as those lips of his quirked into a taunting smile. My life had suddenly derailed and was on a slow descent into hell. And Lee Junho was the driver.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Park.” Oh I was screwed.
Lee Junho (Played by Kwon Jiyong), due to his loud clothing and brightly colored hair, is often mistaken for a criminal, something he has come to live with in his twenty-four years of life. Park Yeun Seuk, (Played by Kim Ha Yul) is a fresh faced paralegal just out of school. This Korean-American has just made her way to Seoul South Korea, leaving her family, friends and life behind. For the first time in her twenty two years she is on her own and supporting herself and much to her excitement she works for one of the most prestigious law firms in South Korea. Her boss, Choi Jung Keun (Played by Kim Jae Wook), while strict, is one of the best prosecuting attorney’s in Asia and he has his heart set on taking Yeun to the top. But after a night of drinking in celebration of her recent employment she finds herself at the mercy of a complete stranger, one she believes is a no good hoodlum. Imagine her surprise when that ‘hoodlum’ turns out to be Lee Junho, her boss’ rival and the top defense attorney in Korea!
Point of View: First Person
Genre: Romance, Crime, Drama
Kim Ha Yul as Park Yeun Seuk
Kwon Ji Yong as Lee Jun Ho
Kim Jae Wook as Choi Jung Keun
Legally yours is a written drama. It’s chapters will be released as ‘episodes’ weekly or bi-weekly. It is copyrighted to Kyun Seung Choi © 2012. All rights reserved.
Sex. The ultimate taboo subject. Unless you’re strolling through the Red Light District or down the streets of ancient Rome, just talking about it openly is bound to get you a few gasps or awkward stares. It’s the one thing that everyone does, but no one wants to talk about. Sex in fiction writing is something that has taken many authors years to perfect yet it’s something that can be mastered in seconds. All you need to do is kick your inhibitions, relax and just let yourself be creative. Once you begin to understand the basics, like with any other form of writing, it’s stuck with you for life. It’s like riding a bike, with the exception that, even the clumsiest people can write it. Some think of sex writing as seasoning, that final ingredient added to make your works of fiction pop. To others it’s the main course. But no matter who you are or what type of fiction you write, whether its innocent, harlequin romances, steamy paranormal encounters or flat out smut; there should always be a method to your madness. I’m not an expert by any means on writing anything, but just like my previous post on Point of View, I want to share what I know and what I’ve learned throughout the years about writing believable sex in fiction. And enjoying it too.
This is not a comprehensive guide on writing the BEST sex scenes in the world. This blog post is geared for those of you out there who are having trouble getting started writing sex at all. Blog post after the sexiness.
But I’m a virgin! I’m afraid my inexperience will reflect on my characters!
Well, unless you’re so virginal you’ve never had a wet dream I’m pretty sure the presence of a hymen has absolutely nothing to do with writing about sex. Just like reading about sex, it’s all about fantasy. And I’m sure anyone remotely old enough to be reading this blog post has had some sort of fantasy at some point in life. Just think about it, whether it involves gentle caresses and teasing butterfly kisses, or hardcore, gagged, bound and covered in candle wax fucking; It’s fantasy! Your imagination is what fuels your writing and without it your writing would be as dull as that phone manual you ditched the moment you bought your new cellphone. Don’t pretend you read the manual! And if you don’t believe me, just think about it. There was once a time where sex was even more taboo than it is now. The first women to write romance novels were more than likely virginal. I’m as untouched as they come but I’ve been known to write panty dropping, seat wetting sex. When it comes down to it, it’s all about how comfortable you are with not only yourself, but writing about something most of the world is uncomfortable with.
But I AM uncomfortable! All those bad words! I just can’t imagine myself saying the word di—
Then DON’T SAY IT! I can’t say the ‘D’ word either and it doesn’t make my sex scenes any less pleasing. One of the biggest parts of sex writing is finding your comfort zone and sticking with it. Not everyone can lay down the colorful, porno-esque language and make it believable. If you don’t know your comfort zone here’s an easy way to find it; Go to your bookshelf or wherever you hide your romance novels from the rest of your family, and pull out that erotica your cousin gave you as a gag gift last year. Open it up and read it. Do you cringe at the word cock? When the author uses the word jizz do you want to vomit? Well I do, so put that book back and find something that doesn’t scream 80’s pornography okay? Look at that Harlequin romance. Does his pulsating member make you laugh instead of turn you on? You wouldn’t be alone dear. When the author talks about heaving bosoms do you giggle uncontrollably? Me too! It’s not in your comfort zone, and be it too hard or too soft for your liking you’re not going to pull off a believable sex scene if you’re laughing at your lead male or gagging every other word. So find a comfortable medium. Pick up a thesaurus and practice writing down or typing out those naughty words. Find the ones that you can bare reading and keep hold of them, you’ll need them later.
I don’t know HOW to write sex okay? I’ve had fantasies…wet dreams and what not, but I just can’t seem to get that secret formula down pact!
There IS no secret formula. Writing sex is just like writing any other scene in your story. It has to fit in order to be believable. Some authors liken it to writing fight scenes, and if you think about it, they are very similar. You can’t just throw in a random sex scene, or fight scene, and have it work itself out.
- Ricky sat across from Adelaide, watching as she nervously crossed and uncrossed her legs. She was waiting patiently for him to make the first move and he’d gladly oblige her if it wasn’t for her bastard mate sitting beside her. He could smell her arousal from where he sat, and there wasn’t any doubt he could smell it too. His nostrils flared and he was about to growl in frustration when a large muscular man in a diaper burst through the window wielding a sword.
- “Get up Ricky! It’s time to do battle.”
That ending was painful to write. Just as painful as it was to read no doubt. The point I’m trying to make is, don’t treat your sex scenes like sex scenes. Treat them like any other scene in your book. They need to have a reason to be there. They need to have the basic structure that all works of fiction have; a beginning, a middle and a climax. Pun very much intended. Your characters shouldn’t be two strangers standing in the middle of a field in one scene and in the very next be falling into bed together. We need to know why they care about each other enough to sleep with each other, or why they don’t care at all and just want to fuck each other senseless. There needs to be build up!
Okay so I get it, writing sex shouldn’t be some big whoopdiedoo! It’s just sex, just write it as comfortably as you can. Sure, but what does a good sex scene look like?
Aish. What a question. A good sex scene, like anything else that can be based on opinion, is really up to you and your readers. There are many different types of sex scenes, find which kind you like to write about, and write about them. For me, I’m a mixture of romantic sex scenes and flat out smut bordering on the pornographic. Yet, there are certain words I can and can’t use. For example, when describing the male genitalia, I use the word cock. I hate the ‘D’ word, and penis is entirely too technical for me. When describing the female genitalia…I DON’T describe the female genitalia. I make references to it, but I rely on your imagination to fill in all the really dirty facts, but I try to make it believable enough that you won’t have to substitute the entire scene with something else. Writing sex also depends on who you’re writing it for. I write mostly for people my age and older. I write for housewives and anyone else who reads paranormal romantic fiction.
- Excerpt from Taming the Leviathan due out later this year.
- “Stop teasing me.” She breathed, gasping again as he tugged at the pink fabric with his teeth. Leviathan wasted no time in ridding her of the hideous khaki’s, rubbing his whiskered cheek against her thigh as he breathed her in. She smelled like honey, deliciously sweet, her scent going straight to his brain until he was drunk with it. Her mouth dropped open in a silent pant as he tugged at her panties, pulling them over her thighs and down her legs, leaving her completely bare to him. She shuddered as he teased her with the tips of his fingers, and when he took her into his mouth she thought she’d die from the sheer amount of pleasure it brought her.
- Leviathan licked, played and teased, tugging gently on her tender folds until she couldn’t keep still beneath him, her back arching as she slipped her fingers into his hair and tugged. She was vocal, just as he’d imagined her to be, her puffs and pants and moans growing in volume by the second. He loved the sound of her pleasure, each groan making him harder and harder until he was straining against his zipper. He had to have her yet at the same time he was terrified of hurting her. The power it took to love her slowly caused him to shake, his muscles straining as he held himself back. “Oh god Leviathan.” She moaned his name and coupled with the sweet taste of her it was nearly his undoing. He slid up her body and she wrapped her arms around his torso, accepting him, craving him, as she almost demanded he satisfy her. And he had no problem complying.
- “You’re going to be the death of me.” He growled against her lips and she chuckled, a deep throaty sound that had him gripping her throat, squeezing gently as he nipped at her ear. “Something funny?” He reached between them to free himself, guiding his swollen cock to her entrance. Kailani couldn’t control herself as she arched her hips towards him, trying to force him inside of her. She needed him. She didn’t want to wait any longer.
- “No, nothing’s funny.” She panted and it was his turn to laugh. Leviathan eased himself inside of her and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, her eyes clenching shut as she dug her nails into his ribs. Kailani suddenly couldn’t breathe as he stretched her to the limit. She felt as if she would shatter beneath him at any second. Leviathan buried his face against her throat as he ground himself against her, a gentle rocking motion that was meant to tease and not satisfy. She whimpered, her nails scoring his sides and leaving welts behind but he didn’t care, he was far too intent on torturing her. “You are an asshole!” She exclaimed as she rocked her hips in an attempt to take him deeper but he wasn’t having that, his powerful hands holding her as still as possible.
- “I told you you’d be sick of me.” He chuckled, rolling onto his back and once again pulling her on top of him. “Ride.” He growled at her and she wasted no time in guiding him back inside of her.
Some of you may be cringing in disgust but for me, that’s the perfect mixture of quasi virginal sex and kink. Here’s another example.
Excerpt from Werewolves are Diabolical which can be found on Amazon.com
- “You have no idea what you do to me Clara.” He whispered against my ear and I pushed back against him, begging him with my body to ease the ache he had started. With a chuckle he wasted no time in complying, before I knew it he was pushing inside my body, stretching me to the limit as he filled me completely. I moaned his name as he rocked his hips against me, one of his strong hands on my belly and the other one plucking my nipple until it was once again standing at rapt attention. I wanted to scream again at the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving me. Pushing me forward onto my hands he grasped my hips and pulsated into me, the more his pace increased the more frequently I gasped and shouted his name. Before I knew what was happening he was pounding into me, my face buried in the grass as I held on to the earth for dear life. I tore up patches of grass as ribbons of white heat danced just within reach and I screamed as my orgasm rocked me, shaking me to my soul as the world shattered and exploded around us.
Quick, sweet, and to the point. This type of writing is probably more common but it’s something I wrote before I’d found my comfort zone so it no longer does it for me. At one time it was the perfect amount of heat to get me going, now it’s just like…Okay so he put what where?
Okay, I think I’m getting it now. So how do I go about…’getting in the mood’ to write about sex?
How do you go about getting into the mood to have sex? Light a few candles, take a long bubble bath…hell apply nipple clamps if that’s what gets you in the mood. For me, I just fantasize. I plot out what’s going to happen in the scene in my head and if I have to replace the characters with one…or two Kpop stars to get myself going that’s what I’ll do. In the end, writing sex strictly depends on you. I can’t tell you how to do it, neither can anyone else in the world. You have to find what makes yourself tick. Now, I’ve given you the building blocks, get out there and get your characters laid. They’ll thank you for it.