His Little Play Thing

Jimin's Diary Pt. 2

Jimin's POV

You hated leaving her. Especially before she woke up but it had to be done. Duty calls. And by duty you mean Dad. He called you early this morning saying he has things he needs to discuss with you. Whatever that means. It takes you a good 4 hours to get home, but for her it's well worth the drive. At this point you're kidding yourself if you think you have no feelings for this girl. The fact that you're even willing to drive that far for just a girl, tells you that you're steadily, blindly, falling for her. 

But you don't have time to sit and think about it because you've made it to the devils lair.

Pulling up the drive, you park and hop out walking up the steps of your father's mansion. Why he needed a home so large you'll never know.

The earthy smell of bourbon hits your nose as soon as you're through the door. Cigar smoke wafts through the air, the cloud of it lingering. You wrinkle your nose up in distaste. You've never cared for the scent and don't understand why your father insists on smoking them. Hell maybe it'll kill him off so you don't have to. Wishful thinking. That's the last thing on this earth that could or would kill that man.

You make your way to the back of the house, where his office sits often occupied by him or his accomplices. It's usually never not in use so you know the likelihood of him being there is high.

You peek your head around the doorjam and can't help but roll your eyes at what you're seeing infront of you. Little did you know your dad had guests. There sitting ten feet from you is a girl on her knees, in front of your dad who's sitting, legs stretched out. Getting a blow job. Mentally you gag. Physically you show nothing. No grimace no sigh no telling him he's disgusting. You just stand there and eventually turn your gaze away.

Her head bobs up and down quickly, not paying any mind to there being another person in the room. And your dad has taken his sweet time in trying to remove her from sucking on his balls.

Finally, you hear your father grunt. Meeting his gaze he smirks at you. Has the audacity to actually smile. What sick fuck would react in such a way. He pushes the girl away with one hand and makes an attempt to cover himself with the other. But you've already seen everything. It has your stomach rolling. Bile wanting to surface in your throat.

The small woman wearing nothing but a small sheer thong stands. You can't help but to check out her curves. She's your type. Pretty. Brunette. Nice hips and ass.

What are you doing you piece of shit? Think of Hana. God she'd be so pissed.

"You may go now" your father states in an authoritative tone.

She shakes her head no.

"But sir you didn't-"

"I said leave"

She sighs, swivels on her heel and turns to you. She mustn't have realized you were in the room because she jumps upon looking into your burning gaze. You look at her exposed breasts, nipples hardened and an animalistic part of you wants to take her right there in front of the man if only to prove a point. But that's the darker side of you, you so often struggle to keep at bay.

"Is this your son?" The young woman asks, he tone sweet like candy. She walks over to you and runs a hand up your chest all while eyeing your dad.

"Yes"

"He's such a handsome young man" She growls, her eyes on you like you're a piece of meat.

"Thank you, ma'am" was all you could reply. You're struggling to keep your hands off of her. She's so close and so so naked.