FIFTY SHADES OF JEON || BOOK 2 JIKOOK ✅ (18*)

Epilogue

JIMIN POV

The Big House, May 2014

I lie on our tartan picnic blanket and gaze up at the clear, blue, summer sky, my view framed
by meadow flowers and tall green grasses.

The heat of the afternoon summer sun warms my skin,
my bones and my belly, and I relax, my body turning to Jell-O.

This is comfortable.

Hell no . . . this is wonderful.

I savor the moment, a moment of peace, a moment of pure
and utter contentment.

I should feel guilty for feeling
this joy, this completeness
but I don't.

Life right here right now is
good, and I've learned to appreciate it and live in the moment like my husband.

I smile and squirm as my mind drifts to the delicious memory
of last night at our home in Escala . . .

The strands of the flogger skim across my swollen belly at an aching, languorous pace.

"Have you had enough yet, Jimin?" He whispers in my ear.

"Oh, please." I beg, pulling on the restraints above my head as I stand blindfolded and tethered to the grid in the playroom.

The flogger's sweet sting
bites into my behind.

"Please what?"

I gasp. "Please, Sir."

He places his hand over my ringing skin and rubs gently.

"There, There. There."

His words are soft.

His hand moves south and around, and his fingers slide inside me.

I groan.

"Mr Jeon." he breathes and his teeth pull on my earlobe.

"You're so ready."

His fingers slide in and out of me, hitting that spot, that sweet, sweet spot again.

The flogger clatters onto the
floor and his hand moves over my belly and up to my nipples.

I tense.

They are sensitive.

"Hush." Jungkook says and he gently brushes his thumb
over my nipple.

"Ah."

I tilt my head back, pushing
my nipple into his palm, and moan once more.

"I like to hear you." He whispers.

His erection is at my hip, the buttons of his fly pressing into my flesh as his fingers continue their relentless assault, in,
out, in, out keeping a rhythm.

"Shall I make you come like this?" he asks.

"No." His fingers stop moving inside me.

"Really, Mr Jeon? Is it up
to you?" His fingers tighten around my nipple.

"No . . . No, Sir."

"That's better."

"Ah. Please," I beg.

"What do you want baby?"

"You. Always."

He inhales sharply.

"All of you." I add, breathless.

He eases his fingers out of me, pulls me around to face him
and removes the blindfold.