Jimin's Pet • PJM

Six ♡

"Nadu pet. I don't want to hear anything from you."

Jimin's fingers dragged along the warm skin of Jjille's collarbone, tracing the lines of her delicate bones. One slipped into the line of her cleavage stroking the top of one rounded breast. He knew how they felt in his hands, she was probably thinking the same.

His smile was full of mischief and everyone watching seemed to lean forward in anticipation. He moved the whip in a slow wave in front of her as he backed away, it was meant to excite, maybe even to scare.

This was her favorite toy, it wasn't lost on Jimin that this was the same toy he'd gone too far with when he'd last used one on Tae. That had taught him a lesson, his control of his emotions and reactions tempered since that night.

"Tonight is a very special night, but you've got to earn it pet." The tongue of the whip danced across the top of her thighs and he could see how she struggled to not shiver.

Whether or not that movement would have been in stimulation or fear wasn't of consequence to him. He let his wrist relax and he swung it rapidly enough for the sound to crack through the quiet space. Her control was remarkable, she didn't react, not a tremble or sound.

"She's learning to be very calm." Yoongi stood from his seat on the couch walking behind her. A few weeks ago she would have tracked his progress across the room with her eyes or even a turn of the head but this time she was utterly focused on the floor in front of Jimin.

"She's a very good pet." Jimin tilted her chin upward his thumb brushing her bottom lip.

He waited for her to react, to show just how badly she wanted what he was offering but she didn't. Her eyes stayed down, her body still but relaxed. He was proud of her progress but also disappointed, she wasn't supposed to be so ready. If Irene knew she'd collect her within the week. Jimin had a big decision to make and it was eating at him.

"Tell me how many lashes I should give you? Kneel, you have permission to speak."

Jimin didn't want to hurry things along, knew he should take this slowly but all he wanted was to hand her over to Hobi and focus on Tae. He released her stepping back, whip firmly planted in his hand now. She lifted her head, body moving more upright, her posture back toward her heels into the correct position. She did it elegantly like always.

"Twenty, Sir." Jjille's voice was even, soft but with a hint of seduction and he knew he should punish that break of protocol.

"Are you trying to manipulate us, kitten?" Yoongi picked up on the tone as well, it reassured Jimin that he wasn't just being picky.

"No, oppa." Her tone sweeter, more submissive this time.

Yoongi crossed in front of her, his fingers pinching her cheeks as he drew her forward. Jimin loved watching him dominate he was normally so patient, difficult to rile up. Jjille stifled a yelp and he could tell she was holding her breath.

"Answer him again, do it right." Yoongi turned her head roughly toward Jimin.

"Well pet?" Jimin raised a brow and dragged the smooth leather of the whip through his opposite hand. The gesture was calming to him, quieted his mind.

"Twenty, please Sir." Perfectly submissive, perfect delivery eyes lowering at the honorific.

"Who should give them? Me or Yoongi?" Jimin tossed the trick question at her, harshness in his voice meant to confuse her.

"I trust that you know best, whatever you decide, Sir." Yoongi let her chin drop from his fingers when she produced the correct answer.

"Who's the most lenient with you pet?" Another question, another chance for her to prove obedience and submission.