{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.
"Boring you, am I, Mr. Jeon?"
I jump awake, and Taehyung is standing in front of me, his arms crossed glaring down at me. Oh shit, caught napping - this is not going to be good. His eyes soften as I gaze up at him.
"Stand up," he orders.
I climb warily to my feet. He stares at me, and his mouths quirks up.
"You're shattered, aren't you?"
I nod shyly, flushing.
"Stamina, Mr. Jeon." He narrows his eyes at me. "I haven't had my fill of you yet. Hold out your hands in front as if you're praying."
I blink at him. Praying!? Praying for you to go easy on me. I do as I'm told. He takes a cable tie and fastens it around my wrists, tightening the plastic. Holy hell. My eyes fly to his.
"Look familiar," he asks, unable to conceal his smile.
Jeez... the plastic cable ties. Restocking at Clayton's! It all becomes clear. I gape up at him as adrenaline spikes though my body anew. Okay - that's got my attention - I'm awake now.
"I have scissors here." He holds them up for me to see. "I can cut you out of this in any moment."
I try to pull my wrists apart, testing my bonds, and as I do, the plastic bites into my flesh - it's sore, but if I relax my wrists they're fine - the tie is not cutting into my skin.
"Come." He takes my hands and leads me over to the four-poster bed. I notice now that it has dark red sheets on it and a shackle at each corner.
"I want more - much, much more," he leans down and whispers in my ear.
And my heartbeat starts pounding again. Oh boy.
"But I'll make this quick. You're tired. Hold on to the post," he says.
I frown.
Not on the bed? But then I find out I can part my hands as I grasp the ornately carved wooden post.
"Lower," he orders. "Good. Don't let go. If you do, I'll spank you. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good."
He stands behind me and grasps my hips, and then quickly lifts me backward so I'm bending forward, holding the post.
"Don't let go, Jungkook," he warns. "I'm going to fuck you hard from behind. Hold the post to support your weight. Understand?"
"Yes."
He smacks me across my behind with his hand.
Ow... It stings.
"Yes, Sir," I mutter quickly.
"Part your legs." He puts his leg between mine, and holding my hips, he pushes my right leg to the side.
