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“Rain…?”
Phayu kept calling my name, but my mind was still trapped inside those folders.
I swallowed and cleared my throat.
No. I had no right to say anything to him about that. Not yet. At least not now.
“Oh — yes. Sorry, P’Phayu. I… I was just thinking. Everything’s fine. Did you… handle the issue?”
I let out a quiet breath.
It felt like my eyes were betraying me again — as if they revealed I was hiding something, or that I was upset — because Phayu kept looking at me like he was searching straight through to my soul.
“Yes,” he replied calmly. “It’s taken care of. No one will disturb us today.”
He continued to study me with that piercing gaze.
“Rain… what’s wrong?” he asked softly, stepping closer until he stood directly in front of me.
I rose abruptly from the couch and walked to the window, staring out at the garden.
My heart pounded wildly.
The thought that sooner or later I might become nothing more than another file in his archive refused to leave my mind.
Honestly, what I wanted most was to bury my face in his chest, break down, and beg him not to let me go.
But I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t allow myself to.
“Rain, you’re starting to scare me. What happened?” His voice lowered. “Did I… do something wrong?”
His hand settled gently on my waist.
Warm. Steady. Comforting.
As if he were grounding me — keeping me from drifting away, even just emotionally.
I swallowed and turned toward him abruptly.
“P’Phayu…” I hesitated, my voice quieter than I intended. “Can I see your garden?”
He froze.
Not abruptly — but as if my question had touched something deeply personal. Something unexpected.
“The garden?” he repeated quietly.
I nodded.
“It’s… nothing like the rest of the house.”
A pause followed.
He studied my face, as though trying to understand why I wanted this.
Then he slowly took my hand and led me toward the exit.
“Come.”
We went down to the first floor. He approached a glass door and opened it.
Warm air immediately brushed against my skin.
Phayu’s house had always felt cold to me — perfect, strict, almost frightening in its precision.
But here…
Here, it was warm.
The living warmth of earth after rain. Heavy tropical humidity. The soft rustle of leaves, like quiet breathing.
I took a few steps forward — and stopped.
“My God…”
Before me stretched a garden like a separate world hidden inside a concrete fortress.
A small pond reflected the sky like a mirror.
Large pink lotuses floated across its surface — so pure they looked newly created.
Beneath the water, golden koi moved slowly, lazily cutting through the clear surface.
Frangipani trees lined the stone paths. Their white flowers with golden centers rested on the grass, as if someone had carefully scattered light across the ground.
Orchids hung from the branches — fragile, almost impossible, so delicate they seemed unreal.
Everything here breathed with life.
With warmth.
With peace.
And suddenly I realized that, for the first time in a long while, I had stopped feeling tense around him.
I slowly turned around.
Phayu stood a few steps behind me.
He wasn’t looking at the garden.
He was watching me.
And his gaze was so attentive, so quiet — like someone observing a child seeing the ocean for the first time.
I walked to the pond, crouched down, and dipped my fingers into the water. The koi immediately swam closer, lazily brushing against my skin.
“Your house is so strict,” I said softly. “Stone. Glass. Clean lines. Everything under control.”
I looked at the blooming trees.
“But here… there’s so much warmth. So much color. So much life.”
I paused.
“It’s like behind all those walls there’s something very beautiful hidden.”
I turned toward him.
“Like… you.”
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
The silence thickened.
Even the wind seemed to still.
I saw Phayu inhale almost imperceptibly.
His shoulders tensed slightly.
Something flickered in his eyes — too alive for someone who controlled every movement.
He looked at me as if I had touched something forbidden.
As if I had seen him without his armor.
As if… I had confessed that I heard everything that night.
He slowly stepped closer.
“You see more than you should,” he said quietly.
“I’m just looking.”
“No.”
He shook his head.
“You look as if you want to understand. Don’t you?”
I swallowed but said nothing.
His voice lowered.
“That’s dangerous.”
“Why?”
“Because… no one has ever tried.”
I watched him.
And for the first time, I noticed the exhaustion in his eyes. Not physical.
Old. Deep. Moral.
“Why did you create this garden?” I asked carefully.
He was silent for a long time. Then just looked away.
He slowly sat beside me at the pond. His movements were unusually calm — almost gentle.
“When there is too much control around you,” he said quietly, looking at the water, “a person needs a place where they control nothing.”
I turned toward him.
“Everything here grows on its own. Blooms on its own. Dies on its own. I can’t force a flower to open faster.”
He brushed his fingers over a lotus petal, extremely carefully.
“It reminds me that not everything can be controlled.”
A pause.
“That sometimes… life happens without command.”
His voice faltered on the last word.
Something tightened painfully in my chest.
“You come here when things are hard?” I asked.
He nodded.
“When everything inside becomes too quiet.”
Those words sounded more frightening than any confession.
I carefully touched his hand.
He didn’t pull away.
Instead, he turned his palm and intertwined our fingers.
It was so unexpected that I froze.
And then something impossible happened.
Phayu smiled.
Not that familiar faint curve of his lips.
Not cold. Not controlled.
A real smile.
Soft. Warm. Slightly uncertain.
As if he himself had forgotten what it meant to smile like that.
My breath caught.
“You’re smiling…” I whispered.
He seemed almost embarrassed.
“You make me do strange things.”
“Like what?”
“Feel.”
He lifted his hand and gently touched my cheek.
“This garden,” he said quietly, “I created it over many years.”
His fingers barely brushed my skin.
“But it has never looked as alive as it does now.”
“Why?”
His gaze darkened.
“Because you look at it as if you see something good in me.”
My heart tightened painfully.
“I don’t see. I just feel.”
He suddenly pulled me closer and kissed me.
The kiss wasn’t possessive. Not demanding.
Deep. Warm. Desperately alive.
As if he feared the moment would disappear.
His arms tightened around me, his breathing growing heavy, and for the first time I felt not control in him — but need.
Real. Human.
When he pulled away, our foreheads rested together.
“You’re changing me,” he whispered.
There was fear in his voice.
And gratitude.
And something else he had not yet named.
“You say that almost every day,” I murmured. “And still… you don’t stop me. Why?”
He said nothing.
He simply sat beside me, looking at the pond, appearing like a lonely child.
I understood I wouldn’t receive an answer.
So I looked at the garden again.
At the flowers. The water. The light.
And I realized…
It was his soul, hidden behind walls.
And for the first time, he had allowed me to see it.
We stayed by the pond for a while longer, walking along the garden paths before eventually returning to the house.
The moment we stepped inside and Phayu closed the garden doors behind us, P’Aon immediately approached. A suitcase stood beside him.
Mine.
“Khun Rain, I brought the things you requested from your home for tomorrow’s flight.”
I nodded and smiled.
“Thank you very much. And… P’Aon, please — just call me Rain.”
Aon immediately glanced at Phayu, he simply gave a short nod.
Aon turned back to me and bowed respectfully.
“Of course, as you wish, Rain. I will take your things to your room.”
With that, he turned and headed upstairs.
Phayu looked at me and let out a soft sigh.
“Are you hungry?”
I nodded slightly.
“Yes… I think I could have something. Since you gave P’Mali the day off, maybe I can cook something?”
I smiled with sudden enthusiasm.
Phayu nodded.
“Yes… baby, the kitchen is yours.”
I blinked in surprise and looked at him, slightly confused.
“Baby…?”
“What? You don’t like it?”
I let out a small laugh.
“I do. But why suddenly start calling me like that?”
Phayu shrugged.
“Why not? If you had read the agreement more carefully, you would know that such forms of address are also permitted — with the submissive’s consent.”
I rolled my eyes without thinking and turned toward the kitchen.
“Alright, alright…”
Phayu chuckled and followed me. He took a seat at the kitchen island and began watching me while I opened the refrigerator and examined its contents.
“Do you want steak?” I asked, turning to look at him.
He nodded.
“Okay”
I nodded back and returned to cooking.
I prepared the meat, heated the pan, and arranged the other ingredients.
Soft music played quietly in the background, and Phayu… simply sat nearby, checking something on his laptop and watching me the entire time.
It almost felt like true domestic bliss.
For a moment, I felt like I was in a normal relationship.
After our conversation in the garden, I started thinking that maybe he might change his views on relationships — on love.
He had already allowed me to cook, called me baby, and that kiss by the pond…
There had been something more in it. I couldn’t have imagined that.
But I had to remind myself that this was only a trial period. And what would happen once I signed the contract — no one knew.
As if he had read my thoughts—
“Baby.”
I still wasn’t used to it. Not used to it — but it felt nice.
“Mm?” I turned to him.
He took a sip of water, and I could already see seriousness settling over his face.
“When you return from Korea, we’ll need to revisit the agreement. The trial period can’t last forever… especially considering this is a first for me.”
Of course.
Good thing I had stopped myself from drifting too far into fantasies — the ones where we lived together somewhere far from the city, in a house overlooking the sea.
I let out a quiet, nervous breath and simply nodded.
I didn’t want to argue. I didn’t want to ruin this day with a fight. I didn’t want another punishment. I didn’t want to make him angry or disappointed.
So—
“Alright.”
He nodded, and I returned to cooking.
I made two steaks, and we ate in comfortable silence, exchanging short remarks.
He showed me a model of a new building one of his teams was currently developing, pointed out its flaws, and grew slightly irritated again. I only laughed softly.
He really was strangely adorable when he got annoyed.
After some time, I stood up from the table.
Phayu immediately looked at me.
“Where are you going?”
“I want to check my room — to make sure P’Aon packed everything I asked for.”
Phayu nodded with satisfaction.
“Alright. I’ll go up to my office. I’ll be waiting for you when you’re done.”
I nodded.
“Of course.”
I went to my room and opened the suitcase and checked the contents.
Everything was there.
I swallowed.
That feeling returned again — the feeling that I didn’t want to leave.
Not now.
I didn’t want this distance between us. But distance would come anyway if I didn’t sign that damn agreement.
Damn it.
I couldn’t deny it anymore — it wasn’t just that I liked him.
I was falling for him.
Completely.
I closed the suitcase and picked up my phone.
Damn. Two missed calls from Sky.
I sighed and dialed his number.
The ringing stretched on unbearably long.
“Rain?!”
He answered almost immediately.
There was so much relief in his voice that my throat tightened.
“I’m here,” I said quietly.
“Are you even alive?” he breathed out. “I called you yesterday. And today. Where are you?”
“At Phayu’s.”
A pause. A long one.
“…I figured,” Sky finally said softly.
I pulled my knees to my chest.
“You’re back? How was the trip?”
And then his voice changed.
It softened. Warmed.
He started talking — about Prapai’s house in Phuket, about the sea, about how they barely slept, about how Prapai tried to teach him surfing and kept falling every five minutes himself.
How they ate street food late at night. How, for the first time, he felt…truly calm beside someone.
I listened and found myself smiling.
“He really takes care of me, Rain,” Sky said quietly. “No pressure. No games. Just… being there.”
Something inside me ached sharply.
The contrast.
I could see his relationship clearly — warm, natural, simple.
And then there was whatever I was caught in.
“I’m so happy for you, Sky ” I said sincerely.
“You sound strange.”
I tensed.
“What do you mean?”
“You sound like you’re smiling… and crying at the same time.”
I quickly turned toward the window.
“Everything’s fine.”
“Rain.”
He always said my name like that when he understood more than I wanted to show.
“Are you okay?”
I opened my mouth to answer — and realized my voice was shaking.
“I… don’t know.”
The silence on the line became soft, patient.
He didn’t push.
He just waited.
“Are you ready for your flight?” he asked carefully. “To Korea.”
I closed my eyes.
Korea.
Mom.
Leaving.
And Phayu.
“I leave tomorrow.”
“And him?”
Just one word.
But it carried so much meaning.
I tightened my fingers in the blanket.
“He…” My voice faltered. “He’s complicated.”
Sky exhaled quietly.
“Are you afraid of him?”
I immediately shook my head, as if he could see me.
“No.”
And that was the truth.
“Then what?”
I stayed silent for a long time.
How do you explain something that can’t be explained?
How do you describe someone who frightens you not with pain — but with the depth of his feelings?
“He looks at me like…” I whispered. “Like he sees everything I try to hide.”
“Is that bad?”
“It’s terrifying.”
“Why?”
I swallowed.
“Because when I’m with him, I stop understanding where I end and where he begins.”
Sky didn’t respond.
I could only hear his breathing.
“He doesn’t hurt me on purpose,” I continued quietly. “He just… lives this way. He controls everything. Even himself. Especially himself.”
My eyes started to sting.
“But sometimes he looks at me like he’s more afraid than I am.”
My voice broke.
I fell silent.
“Rain…”
There was so much tenderness in his voice that I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Tears rose on their own. I pressed my lips together, trying not to sob.
“I don’t understand what’s happening to me,” I whispered. “It’s like I should stay away from him, because… because I know that sooner or later I won’t be able to handle it. But I just… I can’t.”
“Are you falling in love?” Sky asked quietly.
My heart lurched painfully.
I didn’t answer.
And that was the answer.
A long pause.
“I don’t want you to get hurt,” he said finally.
I covered my face with my hand.
“I already am.”
“Then leave him.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
I let out a trembling breath.
“Because when he’s near… I feel seen. I feel like he needs me, you understand? I see how he’s fighting himself, fighting his demons. And what if he wins?”
Sky was silent for a long time.
Then he said gently:
“Then at least don’t lose yourself.”
I nodded, though he couldn’t see.
“I’m trying.”
“Rain,” he said softly, “just remember — you’re never alone. No matter where we are, I’m always here for you.”
He paused, then added gently,
“Don’t be afraid of pain. I know you’re strong. This is your first relationship — it’s natural to feel lost sometimes”
His voice softened even more.
“But the most important thing… you deserve to be happy. Don’t forget that.”
Those words hit the hardest.
I inhaled sharply.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Rain.”
“Mm?”
“Whatever happens between you two… don’t let anyone take away your right to be yourself.”
I wiped my eyes.
“I promise.”
We talked a little longer — about small things, about work plans, about nonsense, about…life.
Like before.
Like always.
And when the call ended, I sat there for a long time, staring at the screen.
Sky was my home.
The only place where I could speak without fear.
The only person who knew me before Phayu.
And maybe the only one who would still recognize me after.
I rose slowly, set my phone down, and walked to the bathroom.
I splashed cold water on my face and stared at my reflection.
My emotions were stretched to their limit — everything had built up at once, and in that moment I understood only one thing.
Right now — in this exact moment — I wanted to stand beside the storm.
Beside Phayu.
I left the bathroom and headed for his office.
I didn’t even remember how I got there.
My chest was still trembling after the conversation with Sky. His words echoed inside me.
Fear. Desire. Need.
I stopped at the door without knocking.
I simply opened it.
Phayu was there.
He stood by the window with his back to me, as if he had sensed my presence long before I entered.
“Rain?”
He turned.
And that was enough.
Something inside me snapped.
I crossed the room almost blindly — and before I could change my mind, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him.
Hard. Deep. Desperate.
Phayu froze.
Completely.
His body went still, as if he had forgotten how to breathe.
But a second later I felt his hands settle carefully on my shoulders — not pushing me away, but holding me at a distance.
He slowly pulled back.
His gaze was dark. Sharp. Disturbed.
“What happened?”
His voice was low. Controlled. Dangerously calm.
I was breathing hard.
“I want to be close to you.”
The words slipped out on their own.
He went even more still.
“Rain…”
“I want to try.”
His brows drew together slightly.
“Try what?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks. I bit my lip and lowered my gaze. Saying it out loud felt almost impossible.
But I had to.
“I want to… make you feel good.”
Silence.
The air between us thickened.
“The way you do for me,” I whispered.
He didn’t move.
At all.
“I want…” my voice trembled, “to give you pleasure.”
I forced myself to meet his eyes.
“I want to… go down on you.”
Phayu turned away sharply.
He stepped back, dragging a hand through his hair — a rare gesture that betrayed his inner struggle.
“You don’t understand what you’re asking.”
“I do.”
“No.”
He turned back to me, a storm raging in his eyes.
“You’re offering me a kind of power I never take.”
“Why?”
“Because it changes the boundaries.”
He spoke quietly, but every word sounded like a warning.
“My submissives don’t do that for me. They submit to the scene. Not to me.”
I swallowed.
“But I want to do it for you.”
That broke something in him.
I saw it.
For the first time — a real fracture in his control.
“Rain…” his voice turned rough. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
“Then let me find out,” I whispered. “Please, P’Phayu.”
His breathing deepened. He watched me like a man deciding whether to hold himself back or give in.
“This isn’t part of the trial period,” he said quietly. “It’s not written in the agreement.”
“Then let it be an exception,” I said softly. “Just… just once.”
“You’re asking me to lose control.”
I answered just as quietly:
“You never lose control.”
And that, it seemed, finally broke him.
He stepped closer.
Too close.
His fingers touched my chin, lifting my face.
“If I allow this,” he said quietly, “you will do it by my rules.”
I nodded, barely breathing.
“You don’t touch my chest.”
His voice was firm. Absolute. No room for compromise.
“You focus only on what I permit.”
His tone dropped lower.
“And you stop when I tell you to.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
He closed his eyes for a moment, as if gathering the last fragments of his control.
When he opened them again, his gaze was different. Darker. Deeper.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Rain… this is not just an act.”
“I know.”
I stepped closer.
“I want to do this for you.”
Phayu exhaled slowly.
And nodded.
“Alright.”
The word sounded like surrender.
And like a promise.
He stepped back, giving me space — but his gaze never left me for a second.
“Then come here.”
Phayu slipped off his training pants and sat down on the couch, spreading his legs slightly as he slowly lifted his gaze to me.
My mouth went dry instantly.
That look — predatory, curious, burning with something dark and consuming — pinned me in place.
“Kneel in front of me.”
I walked toward him slowly, my pulse hammering in my ears, and lowered myself between his legs.
My hands rested on the waistband of his boxers.
He leaned down slightly, his fingers sliding beneath my chin, lifting my face toward him.
His thumb began tracing slowly over my lips, testing, feeling the soft movement of my breath.
“You’ve never done this before either, have you?”
I only nodded, unable to look away from him.
“Good… open your mouth.”
I parted my lips, hesitant but obedient, and he slid his thumb inside.
My lips closed around it instinctively, my tongue moving over his skin.
Phayu exhaled softly, a faint, satisfied smile touching his mouth.
“You may touch my legs… up to my upper abdomen. Not a single inch higher. Do you understand?”
I nodded again.
“Mhm…”
“Good boy.”
He withdrew his finger, leaned closer, and kissed me — slow, deliberate, claiming, before settling back against the couch, his throat moving as he swallowed heavily.
“Take them off.”
My fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers.
As I pulled them down, his cock sprang free — already hard, flushed, heavy with heat.
For a moment I simply stared.
I had never seen him like this.
Never this close.
My hand closed carefully around the base, my lips parting slightly as I looked up at him for permission.
Phayu gave a small nod.
“Start from the top. Slowly. Hide your teeth.”
I swallowed and pressed my lips to the tip, almost like a kiss.
He exhaled and leaned back further.
Carefully, I began moving my tongue, kissing and licking the sensitive head, learning him through taste and touch.
My other hand rested on his thigh, but he took it gently in his own, lacing our fingers together.
His breathing remained controlled — but heavy.
I swallowed and slowly took more of him into my mouth, sucking carefully, using my tongue while my hand moved in rhythm. I tried to remember how he had touched me, copying the sensations he had once given.
A low sound escaped him.
“Ah…”
The deep, rough note sent a shiver down my spine, heat pooling sharply between my legs.
I looked up at him.
“Is this okay…?” I asked quietly.
He nodded.
“Yes… you’re doing well. Everything’s fine. Carefully — protect your throat. Don’t take too much so you don’t choke.”
I nodded and returned to him, continuing slowly, working my tongue over the sensitive tip.
His quiet sounds, restrained yet impossible to hide, felt like music in my ears.
I tightened my grip slightly and took him deeper, breathing only through my nose, pushing toward my limit. When I reached it, I stayed there, teasing him with small movements of my tongue.
He released my hand and slid his fingers into my hair, gripping lightly.
“Th-that’s it… yes… good… ah—”
I continued, my eyes beginning to fill with tears from the unfamiliar stretch, a dull ache forming in my throat — but I didn’t want to stop.
I lifted my head slightly, letting some of him slip free while still working the sensitive tip with my tongue.
At some point, a faint taste spread across my tongue — salty, warm, with a subtle sweetness beneath it.
His taste.
I squeezed his thigh gently and looked up at him.
He looked completely lost.
His eyes half-closed, head tilted back, control slipping from his expression.
Then he lifted his head, as if sensing my gaze, and exhaled sharply.
“Stop… that’s enough, Rain.”
I obeyed immediately, releasing him, though my hand still held him loosely.
He was breathing hard.
I licked my lips — and something in him seemed to snap.
He suddenly leaned forward, gripping my waist and lifting me as he stood.
“Ah—!” I cried out in surprise.
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs locking around his hips.
He crashed into my mouth in a burning kiss, so intense that my breath — which had never fully recovered — shattered again completely.
He carried me to the table, sweeping the papers from its surface with one sharp motion before setting me down on the cool wood.
He pulled away from my lips, and we both gasped for air, breathing heavily, greedily.
I was unbearably aroused. My cheeks burned, my entire body trembling. One look from him was enough to undo me completely.
He was clearly affected too — even more than I was.
Phayu took both my hands and pushed them above my head.
“Hold them there. Tight. Do you understand?”
I nodded quickly.
“Y-yes… yes, Phi. I’ll hold them.”
He positioned himself between my legs and swiftly pulled down my pants along with my boxers.
I glanced down and saw my own erection, flushed and painfully hard.
Yes. I was completely undone.
He gently bent my knees and drew me closer to the edge of the table.
I kept my hands clasped above my head, watching his every movement.
“Rain, baby… I don’t have any lubricant here. Can I use saliva?”
I swallowed. It was new, unfamiliar — but I couldn’t think about anything else.
“Yes, Phi… you can… green.”
He nodded, spat into his hand, and spread the moisture over my entrance.
I swallowed. It felt intimate, raw — both filthy and strangely tender.
God, it made my head spin.
“Ah!”
I cried sharply, biting my lip and throwing my head back as he suddenly pushed two fingers inside me, moving them slowly, carefully stretching me open.
I couldn’t hold back the soft sounds that escaped me. After hearing his moans earlier when I had touched him, I finally understood why he told me never to suppress my voice.
He continued moving his fingers inside me.
“Ah… ah… P’Phayu… Phi… mmh…”
He curled his fingers, brushing my prostate.
The sensation shot through my entire body like lightning. I tried to breathe, but I didn’t need air.
I needed him inside me.
Now.
Immediately.
“Ah… ah… P’Phayu… please…”
The words died in my throat.
“You’re still slightly stretched from this morning…”
I swallowed.
Right.
“Phi…”
He withdrew his fingers and captured my lips in a deep kiss, exploring my mouth.
“Baby…” he murmured softly as he pulled back.
“Baby, I don’t have condoms here… I need to step away for a moment.”
“N-no!” I breathed, my eyes widening in sudden panic.
“No, please, P’Phayu, don’t go anywhere… we can… we can do it without one, right? P-please…”
He swallowed.
“Rain, no. That’s… against the rules. It’s not safe.”
My eyes burned with tears. The need inside me only grew stronger, overwhelming everything else.
“Please, P’Phayu, don’t leave… it’s okay, just—just once. I trust you. Please… Phi…”
He stepped back slightly, running a hand through his hair, looking away as he struggled with himself.
“Damn it,” he muttered, then looked back at me.
I lay before him — my shirt pushed up, my nipples hardened from the cool air, my erection aching, my breathing uneven, my lips flushed as I licked them unconsciously, watching him in silent, desperate plea.
“This will not happen again,” he said.
I nodded quickly, desperately.
He spat into his hand again, coated himself, and pressed the head of his cock against my entrance.
My heartbeat surged violently.
He leaned down, gripping my waist with a crushing hold, and began to push inside.
My eyes rolled back instantly as my head fell against the table.
“Oh God— God… ah—” I moaned helplessly.
The sensation was overwhelming.
Feeling him without any barrier between us was something I couldn’t even put into words.
His grip tightened on my waist, and through my haze of pleasure I heard his deep, broken groan. He bent over me, his lips pressing into my neck.
He sank fully inside me, paused for only a few seconds — and then began to move.
Deep, slow thrusts. Deliberate. Powerful.
He straightened slightly, his hands still gripping my waist before he leaned down to press a brief kiss to my thigh.
I couldn’t stop moaning. The sensations were indescribable.
The thought that there was nothing between us — nothing at all — intoxicated my mind.
Heat spread through my body, the pressure building higher and higher.
He changed the angle slightly —
“Ah! Phi— Phayu— yes!”
“Baby…”
His voice was low, dark.
“Look at me. Only at me. Into my eyes — nowhere else.”
I forced my gaze up to meet his, clenching my hands tightly to keep from reaching for him.
Every thrust struck my prostate perfectly, sending violent shocks through my body.
My skin was covered in goosebumps, but looking into his eyes felt more intense than anything else happening between us.
His pupils were black.
They always were — but never like this.
Never this consuming.
“Baby… don’t look away,” he warned, squeezing my thigh.
I nodded without breaking eye contact.
He wrapped his hand around my erection and began to stroke me.
My vision blurred with tears, my eyes burning, but I couldn’t close them.
The heat became unbearable. My body began to shake uncontrollably.
I was about to break.
“Phi… P’Phayu… Phi…” I whimpered, my voice collapsing into a sob.
“Come on, baby,” he murmured. “Cum for me.”
I shattered instantly.
I tried to keep looking at him, but my eyes squeezed shut as the sensation overwhelmed me completely.
I cried out loudly, my lungs burning as I struggled to breathe through the intensity.
When I opened my eyes again, he thrust into me once more — deep, almost pushing me toward another climax.
Then suddenly pulling out and spilling over my stomach.
A soft smile slipped onto my lips.
He rested his forehead against my thigh, breathing hard, trying to steady himself.
And I felt as if I were floating — weightless, suspended somewhere between exhaustion and overwhelming warmth.
For a long moment neither of us moved.
Phayu’s breathing slowly steadied.
He reached for a cloth from the desk, carefully cleaning the mess from my skin, his touch almost reverent. When he finished, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest.
“Easy,” he murmured against my hair.
My body still trembled, but the storm inside me quieted.
He pressed a slow kiss to my temple, one hand moving soothingly along my back, grounding me with each gentle touch.
I rested against him, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
The fear, the hunger, the storm inside me — everything fell silent.
There was only warmth.
Only stillness.
And the fragile, unfamiliar certainty that in his arms, at least for this moment, nothing could touch me.