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#26. Mind Games

The energy was different today. Jungkook could feel it. The room looked dimmer with the black sheets on the bed and Jimin was in a simple sky-blue shirt with white trousers. What made him different from most days was that he was wearing accessories on his fingers and ears. The blindfold, paddle, and handcuffs were placed neatly on the bed. "You are going to use safety words if you want me to stop, even though we aren't doing anything extreme."

Jungkook nodded, feeling powerless and powerful at the same time.

Powerless — because of how dominant Jimin's aura was. His words were also coming out of his lips like he picked them softly and delivered them powerfully.

Powerful — because even if Jimin was in control, it was Jungkook controlling him in order to control him.

His quivering breath wracked through his nose and he nodded. "I will."

Jimin suddenly inched closer and touched his cheek. "Good boy."

Jungkook knew that the mind games have started the moment he told Jimin what he wanted — the way Jimin praised him, pushing on one of his kinks — he couldn't wait for the real deal. Jimin sat down on the bed, looking at Jungkook, really looking, sending him winding to the edge. "Take off your clothes slowly with no rush. Nice and slow and then put them in the cupboard. I don't want any mess." His brow quirked in a warning. 

The dominance had begun and the submissive wanted to succumb. His face was gushing red with happiness and excitement. He started taking his clothes off and thankfully, he wasn't wearing anything detailed, so the loose ones were easier to slide off his body. He walked to the cupboard into his boxers and placed the clothes in an organized way. "Bring me the blindfold, Jungkook." He heard, feeling an ooze wetting his boxers.

Jimin could see it too. Just a few words and the submissive was already dripping for him. Jungkook was silent, too silent. He wanted to do this, but he didn't have any idea of a reference. As he found himself following Jimin, he realized that obeying was something extremely satisfying. "What should I call you, tonight?" He asked while handing Jimin the blindfold. 

The man ignored the answer and took the silk piece into his fingers, signing Jungkook to sit on his lap. When Jungkook turned around and lowered himself, he sniffed the perfume more closely and felt like his legs would give up at the dark, sultry scent. It was as though Jimin had planned every little detail of the day. "From now on," he spoke in Jungkook's ear, seeing his hair on the nap erect. "You can't see, so it would come naturally to you to listen to me and do what I say."

Jungkook nodded. The rasp of the whisper sent a crawl down his spine. "Get up," the man commanded, and Jungkook did, without difficulty.  "You will not speak unless you are asked. But if you have to, call me Master."

"Master," Jungkook tried it on his lips quickly before he was made to shut up. The idea that he had given control over his body to Jimin and planted it in his head to treat him this way, throbbed his cock more. 

"Climb up on the bed carefully and lie down with the pillow under your head." 

The boy climbed on the bed using his knees, taking guidance from his hands until he was lying straight. His heart was pounding and anticipation had him breathless. He waited for Jimin, but the room was silent. "Master,"

"Shut up, slut."

Fuck.

Jungkook swore he could have cum just by a word. "Speak when you are spoken to."

The voice was smooth but filled with so much filth. Jungkook gasped and gulped before he heard Jimin taking off his clothes. The mattress was dipped before the man climbed on top and sat on the teen's left side, seeing the boy's closed fists. 

"Breathe," Jimin commanded. "Relax."

Along with his words, his finger started trailing over Jungkook's fist, and the boy stiffened, more than being relaxed. "You disobey me, boy? I asked you to relax."

The voice fell cold on Jungkook's ears and despite his efforts, fear was instilled in his body and he panicked, suddenly getting up. But Jimin choked his throat, pushing him back down while shifting himself over the teen's crotch to pin him, his own tight cock straining against the white cotton boxers. 

"Last warning, Jungkook," Jimin said in a sincere tone. "If you don't obey me, I'll also tie your hands and I'll be cruel."

Jungkook breathed, his chest heaved before his fists were open and he was ready to be taken. Jimin knelt next to him on the bed, slowly starting to slide his hands along Jungkook's body, enjoying the sensation and curves. 

Jungkook's mouth only left a strained moan and he flinched at the surprise touch. The pace of his breathing quickened as Jimin's fingers found his nipples, perfect, small, and brown. He gently rolled them between his fingertips, feeling them harden. Leaning forward, he kissed one before slowly sliding a hand down Jungkook's body along his thigh, down between his legs. feeling the inside smooth and taut.

He slid his hand up, resting it on the cotton, above the bulge. He could feel the heat and wetness there. With the tips of his fingers, he traced the shape of Jungkook's shaft through the tight material. A short little moan and a deep sigh escaped the teen's mouth and he raised his hips to press against his fingers.

Jimin couldn't help but smile and lighten his touch. His fingers glided slowly, back and forth. Each time caused Jungkook to moan and push up, so he stopped and waited a few seconds before starting again.

If not blind, Jungkook would have looked his master in the eyes, willing him to do more. Jimin slowly pushed a finger between Jungkook's parted mouth and the teen quickly gripped it, sucking it until it was glistening wet. 

Jimin slid his hand down the front of Jungkook's boxers, gently parting his legs with his foot. "Raise your hips."

Jungkook jolted and Jimin pulled them down, gaining a victorious moan from the teen. "You are so tight." A slow, satisfied moan escaped Jungkook's lips and he pushed down on Jimin's finger as it impaled his hole.

"Stop moving."

Jungkook's moan was whiny and he gasped the next moment when a smack burned on the side of his hip with a metal paddle. "What was that, you whiny little bitch?" 

"Master,"

There was another one. "Did I tell you to talk? You want to be fucked like the big whore that you are?" 

Jungkook's chin quivered as he bit his lips together. It made Jimin smirk and he put the paddle down. "You are so warm and wet from being teased. Aren't you, doll?" Jimin was fucking with Jungkook's head. One moment, his voice spewed disrespect, and the next moment, it was soft and smooth, adulating him, endearing him. 

The tip of Jimin's finger touched Jungkook's prostate and the boy gasped. Jimin pushed his finger further and the boy's lips couldn't help the pleasurable smile. 

"You look so beautiful, biting your bottom lip like that. Such a temptress, coming here to suck my cock, coming here just to get fucked by me. You will make Master happy tonight."