The Switch

Push

Namjoon gave a harsh slap to your ass as you dangled helplessly over his shoulder. You squealed at the stinging sensation, sure that a red mark was forming.

"As a matter of fact, I did have fun, sir." You said as he stopped in the middle of the walkway. He groaned as the word left your lips and began walking even faster towards the door. As he walked, he yanked your dress right above your ass, the cold air hitting you in surprise.

"Namjoon, what are you doing?!" You shrieked, embarrassed at the idea of your ass on display for the neighbors to possibly see. He pulled your panties to the side before sliding one long, slender finger between your folds. You moaned loudly at his touch, quickly covering your mouth in fear of being heard by someone.

"I told you. It's my turn to have fun." He growled as he opened the front door.

Once inside, he pulled your heels off of your feet before standing you in front of him. You still could not believe how tall this man was. The top of your head barely reached his chin, making you feel small and helpless. You stared up at him, still breathless from the assault his fingers had just unleashed on you.

He leaned down to wrap his hand around your throat and gave a light squeeze before releasing you again. "Upstairs. I want you in my bed. Naked. And ready for me."

Your body tingled at his command. You turned to walk up the stairs before glancing back at him over your shoulder. He leaned with his back against the door as he loosened his tie, a very noticeable bulge in his pants.

"Um, I don't know where your room is." You said quietly.

"Find it. You better be how I want you by the time I get up there." Namjoon said in a daunting tone.

Excitement washed over you at the thought of what might happen if you weren't. But how hard could it be to find his room? He lived alone, after all.

You rounded the top of the stairs only to be met by a long hallway with numerous rooms on both sides, all with the doors closed. Your breath hitched in a sense of panic, knowing you had to find his room fast.

You decided to try the rooms one side at a time. You started with the first door on your left and worked your way down the hallway. All of them were locked.

"Y/n, I hope your ready." Namjoon called, sounding dangerously close. You could hear his footsteps as he was making his way up the stairs.

In a mixture of panic and excitement, you ran quietly to the rest of the doors, finally finding one that was unlocked. You pushed into the room and silently shut the door behind you. You gasped at the sight in front of you.

Namjoon's bed was 3 times the size of a normal sized bed and was covered in blue, silk sheets. Tall, narrow posts marked each corner of the bed, leather cuffs resting at the base of each of them. You felt a grin creep across your face in anticipation.

You looked across the room and noticed something that made your core drip with excitement. It was a sex swing. You had seen heard about them and had always wanted to try one, but you had never seen one in person.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't hear the door open and close behind you. A large hand grabbed the back of your neck and spun you around to face him. You yelped in surprise. "I could have sworn I told you to be ready for, y/n. More than once." Namjoon growled. A smirk ran across his face, his dimples on prominent display.

"I-I'm sorry, I just-"

"Shut up." He said harshly.

He picked you up by your waist and brought you to the bed, bouncing you down on the mattress in front of him. He stood over you as you looked at him like a lost puppy. He loved this look on you. This look of helplessness and fear of what he was going to do to you.

He slipped your dress over your head, leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties. He licked his lips slowly at the sight of you. "Remember when I said I couldn't wait to tear into you?" His voice dripping with seduction.

You nodded slowly.

"Answer me." He spat.

"Yes sir."

"Well I hope you're ready, y/n. You may think teasing me was cute and fun, but I'll have you screaming my name, begging me to stop." He said as he crawled on top of you, causing you to rest back on your elbows.

What Namjoon didn't realize, was this was turning you on more than he could ever imagine. You wanted nothing more than to scream his name and beg him. So you continued to push.

"I highly doubt that, sir." You said, grinning up at him. "I think you're all talk."

Hints of anger and excitement flickered across his eyes briefly before he brought his hand up to your bra and yanked it effortlessly from your body. You squealed at the sudden force.

Namjoon tossed your now torn bra across the room before moving to your panties.

"Namjoon, don't!"

Too late. He slipped his fingers around the hem of your panties and ripped them away from you. The fabric tore like paper.

He stared down at your now fully exposed body as his chest rose and fell heavily. You attempted to cover yourself in embarrassment.

"Bad girl." He grabbed your arms and pulled you up to the bed frame, securing each wrist tightly within the cuffs. He placed a soft kiss on your neck before working his way down your body. His plump lips sent chills over you, causing you to arch your back at his touch. He made sure to linger in different spots on your stomach long enough to make you squirm. His tongue danced around your skin as he sucked lightly, bruising you all over.

He stopped right as he got to your heat, looking up at you. You were all but panting, desperate for him to touch you. But there was more fun to be had first.

Namjoon spread your legs roughly, bringing them to each cuff at the end of the bed. You were now bound to the bed by these leather cuffs with no way of getting out on your own. He stood back and removed his clothes as you laid there, helpless.

You wanted to touch him so bad. You imagined how he would feel inside of you, slamming into you as he angry fucked you. You attempted to bring your legs together in hopes of satisfying your pussy's desperation. However, you were met with the disappointing fact that your legs were bound and immobile.

He slowly began to stroke himself as he stood at the end of the bed, staring at you, watching you struggle in discomfort. He had you all to himself and could do whatever he wanted to you. For as long as he wanted.

Getting impatient, you decided to push him even further. "So are you gonna stand there and do all the work yourself?" You asked, watching him pump himself at the sight of you. "Or are you gonna put your money where your mouth is and make me scream your name? That is, if you're not all talk."

Namjoon's mouth hung slightly ajar, unable to believe how bratty you were even after being tied to the bed. A devilish grin crept across his lips as he walked to the side table. He pulled out a piece of black silk and walked over to you.

A blindfold.

He tied it securely around your eyes, leaving you in complete darkness. Stripping your sight from you seemed to heighten the rest of your senses. You listened as he shuffled around the room, unable to pinpoint exactly where he was. Then, silence.

All you could hear in the room was the sound of your breathing increasing rapidly, not knowing what was going to happen next.

A jolting, deep voice suddenly came from beside you as Namjoon leaned to whisper in your ear.

"Let's get started, baby."