{BOOK ONE}...When literature student Jeon Jungkook steps in for his sick roommate to interview young prominent entrepreneur Kim Taehyung, he encounters a man who is beautiful, brilliant, and intimidating, but little does he perceive the encounter wi...
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Jungkook P.O.V.
Taehyung is standing over me grasping a plaited, leather riding-crop. He's wearing old, faded, ripped Levis and that's all. He flicks the crop slowly into his palm as he gazes down at me. He's smiling, triumphant.
I cannot move.
I am naked and shackled, spread-eagled on a large four-poster bed. Reaching forward, he trails the tip of the crop from my forehead down the length of my nose, so I can smell the leather, and over my parted, panting lips.
He pushes the tip into my mouth so I can taste the smooth, rich leather.
"Suck," he commands his voice soft. My mouth closes over the tip as I obey.
"Enough," he snaps.
I'm panting once more as he tugs the crop out of my mouth, trails it down and under my chin, on down my neck to the hollow at the base of my throat.
He swirls it slowly there and then continues to drag the tip down my body, along my sternum, between my pecs, over my torso down until he reaches my navel.
I'm panting, squirming, pulling against my restraints that are biting into my wrists and my ankles. He swirls the tip around my navel then continues to trail the leather tip south, through my pubic hair to my cock.
He flicks the crop and it hits my sweet spot with a sharp slap, and I moan, gloriously, wanting to shout my release.
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Abruptly, I wake, gasping for breath, covered in sweat and feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm.
Holy hell.
I'm completely disorientated.
What the hell just happened? I'm in my bedroom alone.
How?
Why?
I sit bolt upright, shocked...gosh .
It's currently morning.
I glance at my alarm clock - eight o'clock. I put my head in my hands. I didn't know I could dream sex.
Was it something I ate?
Perhaps it's the oysters and my Internet research manifesting itself in my first wet dream. It's bewildering. I had no idea that I could orgasm in my sleep.
