JIMIN POV
He walks me backward, our tongues entwined until I feel
the wooden cross behind me.
He leans into me, the contours
of his body pressing into mine.
"Let's get rid of this dress." he says, peeling my dress up my thighs, my hips, my belly . . . deliciously slowly, the material skimming over my skin, skimming over my nipples.
"Lean forward." he says.
I comply, and he pulls my dress over my head and discards it
on the floor, leaving me in
my sandals and panties.
His eyes blaze as he grasps
both my hands and raises
them over my head.
He blinks once and tilts his head to one side and I know he's asking for my permission.
What is he going to do to me?
I swallow, then nod and a trace of an admiring, almost proud, smile touches his lips.
He clips my wrists into the leather cuffs on the bar above and produces the scarf once more.
"Think you've seen
enough." he murmurs.
He wraps it around my head, blindfolding me again and I feel
a frisson run through me as all my other senses heighten the sound of his soft breathing, my own excited response, the blood pulsing in my ears, his scent mixed with the citrus and polish in the room all are bought into sharper focus because I can't see. His nose touches mine.
"I'm going to drive you
wild." he whispers.
His hands grasp my hips and
he moves down, removing my panties as his hands glide down my legs. Drive me wild wow.
"Lift your feet, one at a time."
I oblige and he removes first my panties then each sandal in turn.
Gently grasping my ankle, he tugs my leg gently to the right.
"Step." he says.
He cuffs my right ankle to the cross then proceeds to do the same with my left.
I am helpless, spread-eagled
on the cross.
Standing, he steps toward me
and my body is bathed in his warmth once more though
he doesn't touch me.
After a moment he grasps my chin, tilts my head up and
kisses me chastely.
"Some music and toys, I think."
"You look beautiful like this."
"I may take a moment to
admire the view." His voice is soft.
Everything clenches deep inside.
After a moment, maybe two, I hear him pad quietly to the museum chest and open
one of the drawers.
The butt drawer? I have
no idea.
He takes something out and places it on the top, followed
by something else.
The speakers spring to life
and after a moment the strains of a single piano playing a soft, lilting melody fill the room.
It's familiar Bach, I think but I don't know what piece it is.
Something about the music makes me apprehensive.
Perhaps because the music is
too cool, too detached.
I frown, trying to grasp why it unsettles me but he grasps my chin, startling me and tugs gently so that I release my bottom lip.
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FIFTY SHADES OF JEON || BOOK 2 JIKOOK ✅ (18*)
Fiksi PenggemarNow, Jimin and Jungkook have it all-love, passion, intimacy, wealth and a world of possibilities for their future. Just when it seems that their strength together will eclipse any obstacle, misfortune, malice and fate conspire to make Jimin's deepe...
