Crossing the Line

What should I do today.

As I showered and prepared myself, conflicting emotions clashed within me.

The urge to run away as I was, and the urge to endure it.

The touch of the executive director, reaching out without restraint—both thrilling and frightening at the same time.

Even now, as I stood there debating whether to open the door while tightly wrapped in my robe, it was the same.

Taking a deep breath, I finally opened it.

My gaze naturally shifted toward the kitchen across from me.

And I met him directly—sitting on the table bar, lazily rolling a glass in his hand.

As I stepped out, feeling the moisture leave my body, he set the glass down and approached me.

His quick steps seemed impatient.

Wrapping an arm around my back, he kissed me again.

I staggered back a step, but my thoughts scattered as his tongue pressed in.

As he sucked and bit at my lips, my knees gave way and I was pushed down.

His hand, licking hungrily beneath my eyes, began loosening my robe—only to suddenly click his tongue in irritation.

“Why is this tied so tight? Trying to annoy me?”

“No—ah—it’s just a habit.”

“What habit?”

“At home… sometimes I just wear a robe.”

“Alone?”

“Alone… yes.”

After that answer, conversation ceased entirely.

He sucked at my neck again, his lips trailing down before biting at my chest.

I threw my head back, gasping.

His robe, loosely worn, had already fallen open.

As I shifted slightly, something brushed along my thigh—hot, damp.

His hand, which had been teasing with his lips, slipped between my legs.

His fingers, still damp, found their way in without hesitation.

I inhaled sharply, my chest rising.

The way he grazed my nipple with his teeth stung slightly.

“Ah… ngh…”

Two fingers pushed inside, moving as if searching.

When I glanced down, our eyes met directly.

His slightly flushed face drew closer, catching my lower lip before muttering,

“You said you’d loosen up first.”

“I did.”

“You should be able to take at least four.”

“I can…”

“Based on my fingers.”

His tongue slid down my chest, licking and biting at my lower abdomen.

Then suddenly, I felt soft lips touch somewhere along my length.

Startled, I tried to rise—but his grip on my thigh spread my legs wider.

Something soft traced slowly downward.

The pressure beneath, his nose brushing against me, made me panic.

“Director—wait—no, not… there…”

His tongue shifted again.

When it pressed further, I cried out and jerked upright.

He looked up sharply.

“No. Not there…”

“Stay still before I push in like this.”

My thighs were pulled apart again.

As I tried to escape, his palm struck my backside with a sharp sound.

Grabbing firmly, he forced my legs wider.

Then again—his tongue.

And deeper.

The wet sounds grew louder as his fingers and tongue alternated, opening me further.

My back trembled repeatedly, my shoulders aching.

My face felt like it would burst from embarrassment.

When he finally pulled away after a long time, my limbs felt stiff and sore.

It was almost a relief when he positioned himself between my legs properly.

He sucked lightly at my ear, then whispered,

“Even when I treat you nicely, you react like this?”

“How am I supposed to handle something like that?”

“You’ll have to do the same later.”

Before I could process his words, his gaze dropped to my lips.

It lingered there, as if imagining something.

At the same time, something hard pressed into me from below.

My body felt weak under the pressure.

He lifted his hips slightly, his expression changing from before.

Sweat glistened across his face.

“Can you feel it?”

“What?”

“How open you are now.”

My face burned instantly.

“I just don’t have strength.”

“Seems like you enjoyed it.”

“I didn’t.”

“Really?”

He moved again, teasing at the entrance.

As sensation gathered below, I shut my eyes.

The tension gave way, my body reacting instinctively.

For a brief moment, I felt relief—maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much today.

But when he pushed in fully, I tensed sharply.

Pain struck deep inside as I struggled to adjust.

His heat settled deep within me.

It felt even harder than before.

Pressing his face against mine, he exhaled,

“Finally.”

“Ah… mm…”

“You like it?”

“…Yes.”

It wasn’t a lie.

Even the pain, the overwhelming sensation—it all blended together.

Holding me tightly, he began moving more forcefully.

The sound of skin against marble echoed.

Moist sounds filled the air.

“Ah—ah… mm…”

“Look at me.”

He adjusted my posture, lifting my hips.

His hand gripped my chin, tilting my face upward.

As I followed, parting my lips slightly, he kissed me again.

Our tongues moved together, and a deep sense of fullness rose within me.

It felt as though even our emotions were tangled together.

The movements grew more intense, the sounds sharper.

I bit down lightly on his tongue.

Each thrust sent shockwaves through me.

My body shifted upward, overwhelmed.

When he pulled me closer again, everything tightened.

And then—

Warmth spread inside me.

Again and again.

My body reacted uncontrollably.

Even then, he didn’t stop.

Only when everything overflowed did he finally pull back slightly.

I gasped, barely able to breathe.

Yet to him, it seemed like only the beginning.

Lifting me effortlessly, he said,

“Let’s go to the bed.”

“Even while going… can you at least…”

I had no choice but to wrap my legs around him as he carried me.

Each step sent another jolt through me.

Still inside me, he moved without pause.

Only when I lay on the bed did the pressure ease slightly.

Holding my ankles apart again, he muttered,

“Thought I’d burst.”

“You could’ve pulled out.”

“How could I?”

His fingers brushed lightly, making me flinch.

“Tonight, I’m not pulling out.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“…Seriously?”

He moved again, proving his point.

“I said I won’t.”

“…But if it hurts…”

“If you can’t take it, I’ll find another way.”

His words made me tilt my head back, overwhelmed.

I had never imagined such things before.

Yet as the night deepened, I found myself clinging to him, pleading instead.

“I’ll… I’ll do it another way… just…”

“Why? When this feels so good.”

“It’s too much…”

Even as I spoke, the sensations intensified.

No matter how much I tried to endure, it was too overwhelming.

Gripping me, he continued without pause.

At some point, I could only surrender, my body trembling as everything blurred together.

When he finally pulled away, warmth spilled out, and I could barely move.

Even then, his gaze remained fixed.

His fingers brushed again, testing,

as if he wasn’t done yet.