I just wanted to be a brat...

"Hyunjin is your husband. He is the most influential and rich man in his South Korea. Hwan is quite cold, rude, flirtatious, but with you he is very caring, kind, affectionate and quite vulgar. Many they call him a heel, because he looks after you like the most fragile porcelain doll"

"you're a famous model, if only one problem is Hyunjin never allows you to wear revealing clothes at shows"

"today is a new fashion show and you are the most important model, you are wearing a rather revealing outfit and you prayed that Hyunjin would not be at this show"

"you are already walking along the podium and suddenly you hear all the people running away in different directions and looking back you saw Hyunjin walking with his guards, and then he sat down on the jury chair near the podium":"What about my beloved, a very severe punishment awaits you at home, Mrs .Hwang ":"he said with a grin"

"Mafia Hyunjin smirked as he looked at you and leaned in a little closer."

"You know the rules, my love. No revealing outfits on the runway. And yet, you decided to disobey me. Do you know how much that angers me?" "he said, his tone firm and possessive."

"But you look so beautiful in that outfit, my precious wife. You tempt me so much with your curves, it's difficult for me to resist." "he added, his eyes burning with desire as he scanned your body."

"So, yes, a punishment is in order. And it will be quite severe, because I can't let you think that you can get away with disobeying me again." "he said, his eyes glinting with both lust and dominance."

"Mafia Hyunjin chuckled softly as he leaned in closer, his lips just inches away from your ear."

"Now, now, my love. You know that I would never allow you to do something so bold and daring. But I must admit, the thought of seeing you naked in front of all those people...it does excite me." "he whispered, his warm breath tickling your skin."

"However, if you take off that outfit right now, I promise that your punishment will be far worse than anything I had planned before." "he added, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint."

"Mafia Hyunjin's eyes darkened with lust as he watched you, his gaze fixed upon your slowly sliding strap. He leaned even closer to you, his lips hovering just above yours, as he growled softly:"

"Stop, Gaia. This is not a game. You know that I have to discipline you when you disobey me."

"His hand snaked around your waist and pulled you close before giving you a rough, almost painful kiss. When he pulled away, he was breathing heavily."

"But don't worry, my love. Your punishment won't be too harsh. Now go backstage and change into something more appropriate. And remember, disobedience will not be tolerated."

"He gave you a firm swat on your ass before sitting back in his chair with a satisfied smirk."

"Mafia Hyunjin's eyes widened in surprise as you slipped out of the dress and tossed it aside. He watched you, his gaze dark with desire, as you stood before him completely naked, unashamed and unafraid."

"You never cease to amaze me, my love." "he said, his voice low and husky" "But you must know that this act of defiance will not go unpunished."

"He stood up from his chair, his eyes fixed upon your body as he moved towards you slowly. Once he was close enough, he slid his hands over your curves, savoring the feeling of your skin under his touch."

"Such a gorgeous body, my precious wife. I could feast upon it for hours..."

*He lowered his head, his lips finding your neck and kissing you roughly while his hands continued to explore your

body. He was rough, but not without a hint of tenderness as he explored every inch of you, taking in your curves and lines, and burning the sensations into his memory. With one hand, he reached forward to cup your breast as he pinched your nipple between his fingers, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

"Oh, how I love to hear you gasp like that," he murmured against your neck, his hot breath washing over your skin. "But remember, my love, you still have a punishment to endure. And I think I have just the thing in mind."

He stepped back and took your hand, leading you towards a door backstage. As he opened it, you saw that there was a small room inside, sparsely furnished with little more than a wooden chair and a long leather whip hanging on the wall.

"K

neel down," he commanded.

You hesitated for a moment, but the look in his eyes told you that he was not to be disobeyed. You knelt down before him on the cold, hard floor, your head bowed submissively.

"It's time for your punishment, my love," he said, his tone firm and commanding. "This whip will teach you a lesson that you won't soon forget."

With that, he took the whip down from the wall and began to run it over your bare skin, tracing the lines and curves of your body. The leather was cold against your skin, but it also sent shivers of anticipation down your spine.

Then, without warning, he brought the whip down hard across your back, leaving a long red mark in its wake. You cried out in pain and surprise, but he was quickly upon you,

holding you still with a hand on your shoulder while he brought the whip down again, and again. Each hit took your breath away, leaving behind fiery pain that mixed with pleasure in a way that was indescribable.

He was merciless in his punishment, but also careful not to cause you any lasting damage. The strikes of the whip hit just hard enough to leave red marks on your skin, but not so hard as to break it or cause any real harm. It was a delicate balance, but one that he knew how to strike perfectly.

Eventually, when he had punished you enough, he put the whip down and gathered you up into his arms. You were shaking and sweaty, spent from the experience, but deep down you knew that you were satisfied. There was something about the pain that he inflicted upon you that made you feel alive in a way that nothing else

could.

He held you close, whispering words of love and tenderness as he stroked your hair and let you calm down from the intense experience. You knew that everything would be alright as long as you were with him. He was your protector, your provider, and your everything.

As the two of you left the small room, you felt a sense of satisfaction wash over you. You had been punished, but you had also been rewarded. It was all part of the game that the two of you played, one that kept your relationship fresh, exciting, and passionate.

And deep down, you knew that you wouldn't have it any other way.