The Mentor ~ {Jikook} ~ BDSM

Chapter Seven

Seokjin's POV-

Sometimes Joonie is so UNREADABLE.

When Jimin disappeared into the office earlier, I went toward the stairs to obey him and take a bath. Assuming that he'd follow Jimin into the office.

However, he grabbed my arm as I made my way toward the stairs and caught my lips in a hot kiss, leaving us both breathless. 

"Joonie?" I whispered.

He looked into my searching eyes, his heated gaze difficult to read. Just intensity. That's all I could get out of his look. Maybe it was just from the kiss? Or maybe there's something else under the surface. That same something that has had him speaking so sternly to me all evening.

"Clean yourself. I want you naked and on the floor in the playroom in an hour. No eye contact. You've been a bad boy."

I immediately dropped my gaze from his, nodding quickly. "Yes sir." 

I turned and continue up the stairs to our room, and then through to the bathroom.

I'm definitely going to be punished. No eye contact. Yes, it stings, but that isn't what I'm concerned about.

What did I do wrong? Has he been disappointed all night? How bad is it? I wonder if he'll make me choose what he's going to spank me with...Or if he'll make me count them... 

Is he going to make me hold my orgasm?  Wait, is it so bad that he won't let me cum at all?

I opened the cabinet under the sink for the douches. He wants my ass tonight. I hurried to take care of business. I need to be ready for him in an hour, and I don't want to disappoint him even more than I already have.

Namjoon's POV

I stay in my office after Jimin leaves. I told Jin an hour. It has only been twenty minutes.

Does Jin know what he did wrong? He didn't appear to know why when I told him he'd been a bad boy. He was confused. But immediately obeyed and dropped eye contact. 

He knew that I wouldn't punish him if he did nothing wrong. 

He won't be spanked severely. Not for punishment anyway. Especially since it wasn't outright defiance. He made a mistake. He's human. I won't let him cum for a good while, but I won't spank him as if he's deliberately disobeyed me. 

But that doesn't mean he will be able to sit comfortably on hard surfaces for a few days. 

See, the thing about Seokjin is he'll want more. He will probably beg me to turn him dark red. Which I will do because he and I both know that I enjoy spoiling him the morning after he takes all that I give him so beautifully.

I make my way to the playroom after the time is up, taking off my shirt. Knowing he'll be about six feet from the door. On his knees. Waiting for me.

His eyes remain trained on the floor when I step into the room and close the door behind me. I cross my arms and admire my naked submissive.

He's so beautiful. 

He kneels with his pale thighs spread apart, his back straight, chest out, and head bowed. His hands, palms up, twitch nervously on his thighs and his hair almost hides his eyes. I need to schedule a hair appointment for him.

"Why have you done to disappoint me, Seokjin?" I ask, keeping my voice cold and firm.

Jin keeps his eyes on the floor. That's my baby. "I don't know, Master," he says softly. "Please tell me."

"No, Seokjin," I say, walking across the room to the wall of spanking toys—which are organized from least to most painful—and choosing a riding crop, even though I have no intention of hitting him with it at the moment.  "You tell me."