{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.
"Get off the bed. Stand over here." He points to beside the bed, and I scramble up and off in double-quick time. He stares intently down at me, his eyes glittering with promise.
"Trust me?" he asks softly.
I nod.
He holds out his hand, and in his palm are two round, shiny, silver balls, linked with a thick black thread.
"These are new," he says emphatically.
I look questioningly up at him.
"I am going to put these inside you, and then I'm going to spank you, not for punishment, but for your pleasure and mine." He pauses, gauging my wide-eyed reaction.
Inside me!? I gasp, and all the muscles deep in my belly clench. My inner goddess is doing the dance of the seven veils.
"Then we'll fuck, and if you're still awake, I'll impart some information about my formative years. Agreed?"
He's asking my permission! Breathlessly, I nod. I'm incapable of speech.
"Good boy. Open your mouth." Mouth?
"Wider."
Very gently, he puts the balls in my mouth.
"They need lubrication. Suck," he orders, his voice soft.
The balls are cold, smooth, surprisingly heavy, and metallic tasting. My dry mouth pools with saliva as my tongue explores the unfamiliar objects.
Taehyung's hazel gaze does not leave mine. Holy hell, this is turning me on. I squirm slightly.
"Keep still, Jungkook," he warns.
"Stop." He tugs them from my mouth. Moving toward the bed, he throws the duvet aside and sits down on the edge.
"Come here."
I stand in front of him.
"Now turn round, bend down, and grasp your ankles."
I blink at him, and his expression darkens.
"Don't hesitate," he admonishes me softly, an undercurrent in his voice, and he pops the balls in his mouth.
Fuck, this is sexier than the toothbrush.
I follow his orders immediately. Jeez, can I touch my ankles? I find I can, with ease. The t-shirt slides up my back, exposing my behind. Thank heavens I have retained my underwear, but I suspect I won't for long.
He places his hand reverently on my backside and very softly caresses it with his whole hand. With my eyes open, I can see his legs through mine, nothing else. I close my eyes tightly as he gently moves my underwear to the side and slowly runs his finger up and down my hole. My body braces itself in a heady mix of wild anticipation and arousal. He slides one wet finger inside me, and he circles it deliciously slowly. Oh, it feels good. I moan. I'm assuming he lubricated his finger when I wasn't looking.
